The image of London in the spring is so haunting. I sat in the theatre and wept when they were driving back, but not as much as when I saw the trailer a few hours after I saw the movie.
I hadn't read anything about the film prior to seeing it, the only thing I had seen was a still. One still. I already felt I was in love with the film right after the credits, no matter what really was going to happen in the woods afterwords. But the film just got better and better, and it felt like a increasingly bigger fist mowing into my chest.
The best part though. The thing that really shines about this film, is that it grows exponentially after you've gone out of the theatre. I found myself crying like a baby when I watched the trailer a few hours after I came home from the theatre (I also saw another film in between 'Old Joy' and going home). A few hours after I saw London in that spring for the first time, I saw it a second time in the trailer, and my mind just exploded in something that might best be described as some sort of religious experience. This film is one of the very best I have ever seen, and if anyone involved is reading this; I'm a film student, and I've pretty much seen it all - this movie can hold it's own against anything I've seen. At least, that's how I feel. Thank you for this brilliant piece of art, I feel like I owe you something.
I agree. I haven't yet been moved to tears by the film, but I've only seen it four times. It's a beautiful, profoundly moral film. I wrote a very long review of it here - I keep writing about it!
I'm delighted to see that, somehow, this film seems to be finding an audience; I wouldn't have expected it, actually, since it's so much subtler and more gentle than most films one sees - even arthouse fare...