Movie review: Posthumous

Sometimes I think what makes a movie be great and probably this discussion should deserves a lot of beers, and time to got in a non-conclusive outcome, and the reality is that movies are art, as any kind of art, and is completely subjective, no matter how many criteria you use.

But there is one single thing that makes me put any movie, even the boring ones, in the list of worth watching: the capability of makes me think and feel an unique sensation.

Posthumous is a movie that talks about art and, in consequence, about life. Just as I am trying to undestand what makes a movie great, Liam Price (Jack Huston) tries to understand why his art cannot be appreciated.

By a coincidence of events, he is reported dead and his friend, and art gallery curator, Daniel Volpe (Lambert Wilson) discover this misinformation and take advantage of the situation producing a posthumous exposition of Liam’s art.

All the rest of the movie focus in the fired journalist McKenzie Grain (Brit Marling) interviewing Liam Price (faking being Liam’s brother) trying to understand what are the inspirations and aspirations of Liam Price.

The movie does not have a great plot but brings some thoughts about how life is perceived by people. In most cases, people live trying to be recognized by their work, effort, realisations, and so on, and probably are more noted by their mistakes and failures. This is so true that usually we say our best thoughts about someone when he or she is already confined in a box, pale and dead.

Posthumous is not a deep movie, does not have any impressive interpretation. It is just a movie with an amazing photography of Berlim, some vague thoughts that are so cliché as real, that maybe makes you laught here and there. But life is like that, if you don’t wanna recognize the beauty of simple and silly things, keep on.

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