art is always a rape
the last brandy bottles in the history of mankind..
a quiet odyssey through repressed trauma. jan is arrested by his emotional dissatisfaction & strange, barren relationship with his mother. most tragic is her opening speech while giving birth, demanding to be surrounded by music and people. my favorite is aunt astrid, who seems to pass on her playful cynicism to young jan. can we get over our own history? can we surrender to love after suffering from it..?
an overall beautiful soul-stirrer from 1966