The first time I saw this, it was just about the formalism. I let the images and music and stilted dialogue wash over me. I may as well has left the subtitles off. And, for the most part, I dug it.
This time I really tried to follow something if not resembling a narrative, than at least micro-narratives. Enough to blurb about (as others have done.)
I failed. So, I suppose, I don’t actually like this movie. I guess I’m in that camp.
But I do recognize its beauty and the mark it left on design.
Now I hang my head in shame for being unable to connect with it enough to wax pseudo intellectually about its flaws. (I still love Hiroshima, Mon Amour, though.)