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scarletpumpernickel Contains ONE (maybe 2?) very mild spoiler(s).THIS SITE IS EXHAUSTING unless u have a huge monitor. (sarcasm alert) Could they have found a smaller font? Thank you, IMDb.AS FOR THE FILM, you're ALL correct; and basically nobody cares. They have a life, and Leos and Lavant probably get women we can only dream about.MY THOUGHT - one should only see this movie once, (with the possible exception of the Entracte), as one becomes overly cerebral thereafter. It's sort of like seeing that old lover after 20 years (as in the film). It feels ludicrous, and after meeting again, you really need to go kill yourself. (...as if it weren't predictable anyway)IN OTHER WORDS, I loved Holy Motors the first time, and ho hum thereafter. But I don't understand all the contempt. No one would get this upset over, say, a book of short stories. I like short stories, and I don't demand the book read like a novel.FOR EXAMPLE, I was thrilled (on first viewing) when he came home to his very surprising family, and furthermore it seemed to make perfect sense. On second viewing.., not so much. On the whole, like any book of short stories, some scenes are classic, and I'll watch them over and over.., perhaps until and upon my deathbed. Won't that be fun.ON THE OTHER HAND, what should one make of the fact (as claimed by one reviewer here) that Carax is never seen NOT wearing sunglasses.?? My Adventist pastor says watching this film is a very "soulish" pleasure. It titillates the mind and emotions and imagination, but in the end just leaves you feeling tired and depressed and a little muddy. I think I agree.AND I'VE HEARD it said that in Reality (where we all sadly must dwell), certain unnamed actors in this film is/are really Hellywood Masonic transgenders, essentially living in a perpetual state of deceit and self delusion. So I'm just saying, a film only lasts for, what, 90 minutes? Whereas a lifetime is a long time to live behind sunglasses.IN YOUTH, Juliet Binoche was stunning in Mauvais Sang, but the battle between Reality and her desire to see life artistically just left her looking a tad sour.. imho.cheers😇 scarletpumpernickel@hotmail.com

thenorthernrock Other than the great acting and possibly exposure of a method actor's day, Holy Motors explains nothing of it's plot and actions of the characters. You have to be so pretentious to say this is a good movie and it is so abstract that it is art. Artists and entertainers produce arts and somehow expects people watch or see them without understanding it. The best part is we have pretentious critiques and audiences who feed this potential Schizophrenic community. They are pretty much the same as a religious community.

Alex Deleon CARAX AT KVIFF, 2012 -- HOLY MOTORS Viewed at Karlovy Vary IFF, July 2012 The last film of the day today in the Main Hall was a bizarre, supremely over-the-top, episodic spectacle, with the beguiling title of "Holy Motors" most deftly directed by Leos Carax known affectionately in France as "The bad boy of French cinema". Fifteen minutes into the picture, which is a string of grotesque appointments with murder, rape, suicide, and other exceedingly weird anti-social acts perpetrated by a mysterious "Mr. Oscar" who changes costumes for each episode and is chauffeured about Paris in a white stretch limo piloted by a pretty weird old woman in white -- it is not hard to see how he earned this sobriquet. The limo Mr. Oscar rides in serves as a dressing room for his many transformations ranging from a bent over old woman beggar, to an acrobatic dancer in full-body black leather tights with small embedded lights all over, in which he engages on a darkened rooftop in wild sexual acrobatics with a woman similarly dressed in red body leather – simulating cunnilingus through the leather and ending in a wild trapeze ejaculation with a giant dildo. This section also has some amazing computer generated animation -- Next he visits a man he seems to have some grudge against and stabs him in the neck as the blood gushes copiously and he drops dead -- next Oscar shaves the head of the cadaver and starts making him up to be a double of himself --whereupon, the hand of the cadaver moves, picks up the knife and stabs Oscar in the neck -- as Oscar bleeds to death we see him and his victim lined up on the floor side by side like a pair of bloody twins ... Inexplicably Oscar recovers and is soon seen in another episode dressed something like a one eyed Hunchback of Notre Dame in long red hair and bare feet, Oscar accosts a tall beautiful woman posing as a living statue for a crowd in Pere Lachaise cemetery and drags her down into the sewers of Paris where he eats the money from her purse, eats part of her long black hair, licks her armpit, then dresses her up in an improvised chador and undresses himself revealing an incredible phallic erection (is it real or a device?) – on and on – Next he shoots a banker at an outdoor restaurant and picks up his teenage daughter from a party telling her he must punish her for lying to him --mand also for being unpopular with the boys ---but her punishment will just be having to live in her own unhappy skin -- All of these scenes very beautifully filmed and framed – Finally he meets a young woman who seems to be in love with him – again on a rooftop – but when he rejects her she jumps off and is found in a pool of blood on the pavement below. In the last scene out r hero Oscar alone in his bedroom after a hard day's "work" ponders the emptiness of his life and the meaninglessness of death. Amazing colorful depressing stuff set to sweet cello music –and , oh yes –at the very end the limo is dropped off at a limo garage dominated by a large neon sign saying HOLY MOT-RS (One letter is burned out) which explains the title -- here Many identical limos are lined up and start sending each other grotesque messages – to end the film with talking limos ... Many of the scenes are hypnotically beautiful, decoratively original, dramatically absurd, and even humorous at points. But the total effect is that of an extended nightmare in a film that seems to be a mix of Cocteau and Pink Flamingos with a touch of Godard, all with the souped up cinematic technology of the 21st century, produced by a talented but singularly twisted mind. The events depicted are so far-out that they are not even outrageous –just weird and grotesque and, ultimately quite depressing. There were many walkouts but we who stayed the course were left with the idea that if we did have our lives to live over again it would only be to go through the same hell all over again –without love. If that is not a depressing thought I don't know what is … Director Leos Carax, now 51, made a strong debut in 1984 at the age of 24 with "Boy Meets Girl" and is noted for his poetic visual style and tormented descriptions of the miseries of love. Since then, other than shorts, he has only made four full length features all extremely unconventional if not downright outrageous, but critically admired for their esthetics and originality. "'Holy Motors" was in competition at Cannes this year where many advocates thought it should have won the Palme d'Or. For its uniqueness alone all I can say is "why not?" For the record, Mr. Oscar was played by Denis Lavant, 50, an actor who is peculiarly ugly, quite agile, and has been in all of Carax's films - -in two of them opposite Juliette Binoche. The limo driver was played by 74 year old actress Edith Scob who is of Russian background and was a favorite of surrealist Georges Franju from 1958 to 1962. Tall and gaunt with thick white hair she is even now still pretty, as well as pretty weird -- the perfect chauffeur for His Weirdness Monsieur Lavant.