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The Mesmerizing Close Your Eyes Asks What Really Makes a Life
Victor Erice’s fourth feature is a stirring tale about memory, identity, and friendship, and it feels deeply, almost alarmingly personal.
Photo: Manolo Pavón
This review was originally published on May 25, 2023 out of the Cannes Film Festival. We are recirculating it now timed to Close Your Eyes’s theatrical release.
Before this year’s Cannes, the Spanish director Victor Erice had made only three features in a 50-plus-year career. These happen to be three of the greatest films ever made. The Spirit of the Beehive (1973) is one of Spanish cinema’s most beloved treasures. El Sur (1983) had its production cut short and thus is considered something of a film maudit, but to my eyes, it’s even better than Spirit of the Beehive. And his 1992 documentary, Dream of Light, which won the Jury Prize at Cannes that year, is one of the most mesmerizing meditations on the elusive nature of art that anyone has ever made, anywhere.
That was 31 years ago, and the premiere of a new feature by the now-82-year-old Erice, a three-hour drama called Cerrar los Ojos (Close Your Eyes), was one of the most notable news items in this year’s Cannes lineup. The director was not present, however, for the Tuesday premiere of his film at the festival. Some suggested it was because he was too ill to make the trip, while others speculated that after so many years out of the limelight, he had taken on a Terrence Malick–style reticence. (It’s worth noting, however, that Erice has continued to make shorts and produce other work over the years; he also served on the Cannes jury in 2010.)
Two days ago, Erice published an op-ed in the Spanish paper El País explaining his absence. Turns out, he was just pissed. The director’s first feature in 31 years was playing out of competition, a fact Erice apparently learned only at the press conference announcing this year’s lineup. At Cannes, it’s generally understood that the main competition is where the best films are screened, though in truth the negotiations over who does and doesn’t get to compete are often filled with petty politics and starfuckery. (For example, you’re clearly guaranteed a competition slot if your film either stars or was directed by Sean Penn.)
To be clear, Erice wasn’t annoyed because he wasn’t in competition. He felt disrespected by the way the festival had communicated with him, keeping him in the dark about its intentions. This matters because other festivals — including Venice and Cannes’s own parallel fest, Directors’ Fortnight, which has in the past premiered many major movies from major directors — had offered Erice choice slots. These other venues all effectively got screwed over by Cannes’s inability to communicate properly with the filmmaker.
The good news is that one day all this nonsense will be forgotten but Close Your Eyes will remain. Erice’s fourth feature is a stirring tale about memory, identity, and friendship, and it feels deeply, almost alarmingly personal. It opens with tantalizing images from what turns out to be an abandoned project called The Farewell Gaze. That picture, we learn, was left unfinished when its star, Julio Arenas (Jose Coronado), disappeared under mysterious circumstances, seemingly walking away from the movie and from his whole life, never to be heard from again. The director, Miguel Garay (Manolo Solo), never shot another roll of film. Indeed, he now lives off the grid, in a trailer by a beach, growing his own tomatoes and catching fish. A TV investigation into Julio’s disappearance lures Miguel (who sometimes likes to be called “Mike”) back into the world, and he begins to make inquiries into what might have happened back then.
There’s enough of a mystery in Close Your Eyes that it makes sense to keep the rest of the story secret for now. The film proceeds in stylistically distinct movements. That opening scene, with its lush images of footage allegedly shot long ago, even looks like it could have been a part of a real movie called The Shanghai Spell that Erice spent three years preparing back in the late 1990s, only to have it fall apart. Some have speculated that this actually is footage Erice shot for that project, but that production appears to have stopped well before cameras started rolling.
Erice, however, remains heartbroken over the experience, and it’s clear that he sees a lot of himself in Miguel, an artist who’s withdrawn from the world. At one point, Miguel visits his old projectionist friend Max (Mario Pardo), who has a large, dusty archive full of film reels. Max talks about the fact that 90 percent of cinema history still exists only in celluloid form, even though almost nobody screens 35-mm. anymore. There is a sense throughout Close Your Eyes that everything Miguel knows is being taken away from him. The almost idyllically austere seaside abode where he lives is on the verge of being sold, meaning he’ll have to leave. Julio might have withdrawn from the world years ago — either by dying or walking away — but now, with his own world slipping away, Miguel understands something about vanishing.
Close Your Eyes soon settles into a very deliberate, matter-of-fact cadence, at first built around two-person dialogue scenes. The director even seems to be toying with the viewer’s patience here, with each scene ending on an almost excruciatingly long fade to black. (I definitely heard some gripes.) But the almost bland textures of this section feel relevant to the whole project, as Erice sets up a stark contrast between the magic world of cinematic make-believe and the humdrum nature of base reality.
Close Your Eyes is about cinema, too, though not in the way that we’ve become used to in recent years; it’s not a love letter or a poison-pen missive, but rather an exploration of cinema as memory and of the relative value of that memory. This is a film made by a man who has been unable to direct the films he’s wanted to for decades. You feel his frustration and regret in every frame, but you also sense a sort of acceptance. At one point, Miguel types out on a keyboard a statement about an artist who had decided that his masterpiece would not be his work, but his life. Is that an aspirational thought or a desperate one?
The final section of the picture asks, in mesmerizing and unbearably touching fashion, what really makes a life. Is it memory and identity, the cumulative power of all our experiences, the knowledge of our friends and family? Or is it simply the ability to be happy and present? Those opening scenes of that film abandoned long ago feature a man who talks about how often his name has changed over the years, and he laments the fact that his estranged daughter, who is half-Chinese, has been given a different name by her mother. Everybody’s name seems to undergo multiple changes in this movie. What’s in a name? Why does who we are even matter in the grand scheme of things?
As Miguel’s search goes on, we might begin to wonder if he’s really looking for Julio or for himself. The man in the unfinished movie longs for one last glance from his daughter — that “farewell gaze” of the title — before he dies. Miguel needs Julio’s memory more than Julio needs his own. It’s in others’ gazes that we know ourselves. That’s something a filmmaker understands. And it’s something that a filmmaker who hasn’t been able to make a film really understands.
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Aadi Sai Kumar’s Shambala Telugu Movie Review and Rating
Movie Name : Shambala
Release Date : Dec 25, 2025
123telugu.com Rating : 3/5
Starring : Aadi Sai Kumar, Archana Iyer, Swasika Vijay, Madhunanadan, Ravi Varma, Meesala Laxman,
Shiju Menon, Harsha Vardhan, Shiva Karthik, Shailaja Priya and Others
Director : Ugandhar Muni
Producers : Mahidhar Reddy and Rajasekhar Annabhimoju
Music Director : Sricharan Pakala
Editor : Shravan Katikaneni
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After a long time Aadi Saikumar came up with a promising film titled “Shambala.” The movie gained buzz among the audiences with its promotional material and it hit the big screens today. Let’s see how it is.
Story:
Set in the 1980s, a meteor hits a small village called Shambhala. After that, some unexpected incidents start happening there. The locals are shattered, believing that the meteor is an evil force bringing them bad luck. To investigate the meteor, a geoscientist and an atheist, Vikram (Aadi Sai Kumar), visits Shambhala.
After his arrival, multiple deaths take place, and the villagers blame Vikram’s disbelief in their traditions as the actual cause. What exactly is happening in Shambhala? Did Vikram find the answers? This forms part of the crux of the story.
Plus Points:
The core point chosen by the director is quite interesting. Among recent films blending science and devotion, Shambhala stands out as a fresh attempt, largely due to its backstory, which has never been explored before. This makes things interesting though the screenplay doesn’t land always.
The backstory is narrated through Dialogue King Sai Kumar’s voiceover, providing us intriguing information. The mystery element is the film’s USP. Starting from Ravi Varma’s peculiar episode, the director makes the audience play a guessing game, with unexpected events unfolding.
Scenes depicting the villagers’ odd behavior keep us intrigued, and these sequences are well-conceived. The second half moves at a brisk pace, featuring a surprising twist and several good moments, making Shambhala a satisfying watch.
Aadi Saikumar delivers a very good performance as Vikram, a staunch atheist. His costumes are well-designed, and he looks suave on screen. He finally gets a promising script that complements his talent. Archana Iyer gets a good role and impresses with her presence. Madhunandhan, Ravi Varma, Lakshman Meesala, Indraneil, and others provide solid support.
Minus Points:
Shambhala takes some time to find its rhythm. The movie starts on an interesting note, but after that, it loses its grip, with the mid-portions of the first half falling flat and the pacing dipping. The emotional connection between Aadi and Madhunandan could have been established better, as the movie’s finale relies on it entirely.
The use of AI for the backstory takes away from the intrigue of the plot, and it would have been better if filmmakers avoided it altogether, as it doesn’t look good on the big screen. Even if the special effects or animation aren’t of high quality, the effort is what audiences notice.
The climax ends on a simple note and needed more impact. The movie has many gore scenes that fit the storyline, though some visuals may be disturbing for a few viewers. At times the movie is slightly predictable.
Technical Aspects:
Sricharan Pakala’s background score is effective, and the sound design is neat. Praveen K Bangarri’s cinematography is good, and Sravan Katikaneni’s editing is satisfactory in the second half. The production values are solid.
As for director Ugandhar Muni, he did a decent job with Shambhala. The core point he chose for the story is impressive. While some portions of the narrative aren’t engaging, the thrilling and mystery moments make the overall experience decent.
Verdict:
On the whole, Shambhala is a watchable mystical thriller with a strong core point. The mystery element, the backstory, and sequences depicting the villagers’ odd behaviour are the film’s highlights. Aadi Saikumar and the rest of the cast deliver good performances. The mid-portions of the first half with pacing issues, a few predictable moments, and the AI visuals are the key drawbacks. Nonetheless, Shambhala is a better outing from Aadi in recent times and it can be given a try if you like mystery thrillers.
123telugu.com Rating: 3/5
Reviewed by 123telugu Team
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Film Reviews: New releases for Dec. 24 – 26
Cover-Up **1/2
One should generally try to avoid the critics’ trap of “here’s the movie they should have made,” but it’s hard not to consider what a missed opportunity this documentary biography turns out to be. Certainly veteran investigative journalist Seymour M. “Sy” Hersh has had a monumental professional career—breaking stories over the course of 50 years from the My Lai massacre to torture at Abu Ghraib—of the kind that deserves praise, and the profile offered up by Laura Poitras and Mark Obenhaus gets just enough of his grudging participation to show why his irascibility might have been one of the keys to his success. But that “grudging” part results in a film that goes heavy on archival footage about these various scandals that has to assume any give viewer knows nothing about them, resulting in a lot of throat-clearing that misses the focus on what Hersh in particular was able to uncover, and why, as a journalist committed to shoe-leather reporting and curiosity rather than credulous access-currying regurgitation of official statements. And, since it’s clear from the outset that Hersh has no interest in opening up about himself beyond bare-bones biographical details, there’s nothing here that allows for insight regarding what might have turned this guy into such a bulldog for holding power to account. In one anecdote Hersh offers about his mother, he remembers her describing him as “always going where nobody wants you.” The filmmakers here don’t seem to think that’s their job, too. Available Dec. 26 via Netflix. (NR)
Goodbye June **1/2
Family dysfunction drama tends to work best when it’s narrowly focused, so it’s not surprising that one of the main problems with this one is that it tries to juggle too many characters with too many issues all rushing towards one cathartic deadline. That moment is provided by the imminent death of June Cheshire (Helen Mirren), whose cancer returns aggressively in the two weeks before Christmas, forcing everyone else—her four children Julia (Kate Winslet), Molly (Andrea Riesborough), Helen (Toni Collette) and Connor (Johnny Flynn), and husband Bernie (Timothy Spall)—to unpack all of their baggage. Winslet also directs in her feature debut, from a script by her son Joe Anders, and there’s a lot of frisky humor around the edges, particularly in the first hour as the characters’ stresses express themselves in wildly different ways. Unfortunately, the scenes where a bunch of people swirl chaotically around June’s hospital room becomes a metaphor for the overstuffed nature of this narrative, which could have used at least one fewer Cheshire sibling—and I’d quickly nominate Collette’s broad parody of a yoga-teaching/sage-smudging/crystal toting earth mama. And considering there are years’ worth of issues being addressed here, some of them get resolved in improbably short conversations. As a holiday tear-jerker, it does effectively jerk some tears—and maybe a long the way it could have jerked a character or two out of the second-to-last draft. Available Dec. 24 via Netflix. (R)
Marty Supreme ****
The Adam Sandler “This is how I win” meme from 2019’s Uncut Gems might be the Rosetta Stone for understanding the protagonists of Josh Safdie’s movies, including those with brother Benny: hustlers and on-the-make guys convinced that they’re smarter and more destined for victory than the rest of the world sees in them. That’s certainly true of Marty Mauser (Timothée Chalamet), a Jewish youth in early 1950s New York convinced that his skills as a table-tennis prodigy will lead him to the big time—if only he can get out of his own arrogant way. Safdie and regular Safdie brothers writing collaborator Ronald Bronstein craft another blood-pressure-raising episodic narrative out of Marty’s misadventures, particularly once he’s forced to track down a ridiculous amount of money in order to make it to the world championships in Tokyo, and it’s a magnificent mix of existential danger and absurdist hilarity. And Chalamet’s performance may be his best ever, exuding enough hyper-confident charisma to make it plausible that he could woo a retired Hollywood actress (Gwyneth Paltrow) and pull so many people into his schemes. Safdie even wrangles a great supporting performance out of Shark Tank’s Kevin O’Leary, even if the role of an asshole millionaire isn’t much of a stretch. Topped off by a wonderfully anachronistic score of ’80s synth-pop, Marty Supreme builds to a weirdly emotional climax in which a Safdie hero finally has a different perspective on what it means to “win,” even if he probably still hasn’t. Available Dec. 25
in theaters. (R)
Song Sung Blue **1/2
Real lives are messy and not easily shapeable into narratives, which is why sometimes a fictionalized adaptation of a documentary probably should have remained a documentary. Greg Kohs’ 2008 non-fiction feature becomes writer/director Craig Brewer’s interpretation of the story of Mike Sardina (Hugh Jackman) and Claire Stengl (Kate Hudson), a pair of Milwaukee-area part-time musicians circa 1996 who fall in love and form a creative partnership as “Lightning and Thunder” performing a Neil Diamond “experience” tribute act. Brewer sets the stage for the challenging lives that make us want to root for these dreamers—Mike a recovering-alcoholic Vietnam veteran, Claire a single mom with a history of depression—and he certainly finds crowd-pleasing moments in the way Mike and Claire come alive while on stage interpreting Diamond’s classics, and in their biggest improbable wins intermingled with one big life-changing tragedy. Hudson also turns in a particularly wonderful performance, mastering her Wisconsin twang and both extremes in Claire’s personality. The story, unfortunately, doesn’t have the same juice when the songs aren’t playing, and oversimplifies the timeline of the main characters’ lives in order to provide a tidier, more heartstring-tugging conclusion. The many real-life threads it needs to incorporate distract from the idea of working-class folks finding purpose in their avocation—a thematic idea that might have been easier to convey if this weren’t an adaptation of a documentary. Available Dec. 25 in theaters. (PG-13)
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Movie review: A24’s “Marty Supreme” is a mixed bag of humor and intensity
Josh Safdie’s “Marty Supreme” arrives with all the energy and confidence of an aspiring athlete – even one of the table tennis variety.
The film is packed with vivid period detail and striking cinematography that brings 1950s New York to life. On a purely technical level, the movie succeeds. It’s visually inventive, rhythmically paced and often laugh-out-loud funny.
The plot is also engaging, moving at a fast pace to keep up momentum for over two hours. Safdie builds a world where table tennis is more than a game; instead becoming a stage for obsession, ego and ambition. Even as the story dips further and further into chaos, the narrative stays entertaining and unpredictable enough to keep audiences invested.
But as strong as the filmmaking is, the movie’s impact is limited by its abrasive lead. Timothée Chalamet’s Marty Mauser is undeniably watchable, yet consistently unlikable. His selfishness, impulsive decisions and willingness to steamroll everyone around him creates a major disconnect between Mauser and the audience.
Chalamet’s performance is committed and his intensity drives several of the film’s most engaging scenes. Still, it is difficult to root for a character who rarely shows the vulnerability or growth needed to anchor a story this ambitious. For many viewers (myself included), that emotional detachment will shape the entire experience.
The film’s tone may also catch audiences off guard. For a movie centered on table tennis, “Marty Supreme” is extraordinarily vulgar. Its R rating is well earned, with explicit sexual content, coarse language and several violent scenes that land with surprising force. From consensually dubious spanking scenes to Holocaust jokes, the film more than toes the line between bold and unsettling. The contrast between the lightness of the sport and the heaviness of the film’s content is intentionally jarring, but the shock factor can overshadow the story’s strengths.
Even so, “Marty Supreme” remains a compelling watch. Safdie’s direction is inventive, the pacing is tight and the supporting cast (including Gwenyth Paltrow and Tyler, The Creator) bring welcome depth to the film’s darker impulses.
The result is a movie that is engaging and frequently funny – but also brash and not particularly easy to love.
Whether viewers leave impressed or unsettled will depend on their tolerance for its unlikable hero and its unexpectedly graphic approach. For all its craft and confidence, “Marty Supreme” is the kind of film that invites debate and, for some, a fair amount of discomfort.
If nothing else, it proves that a table tennis movie can surprise you – for better and for worse.
“Marty Supreme” is set for a public release on Dec. 25, with specific times varying by theatre. If you are interested in attending a showing, consider taking advantage of discounted AMC tickets, available for reservation through the Center for Leadership and Engagement here at Simmons.
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