Review: House of Tolerance

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House of Tolerance


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Luscious 35mm photography, well past its twilight hours, seduces us just for the sake of breaking our hearts in the present-day coda, cutting to a harsh digital image that induces a mental whiplash – spelling out how perhaps not all changes have to evolve so slowly. Torn between 1900 and ‘now’, the film’s soundtrack meets us at the mid-point with a mix of 60’s soul (The Mighty Hannibal, Lee Moses), which penetrates its way into the diegetic space of both temporal contexts. It’s enough to make one believe that Bonello’s casting of living, 21st-century actresses in the lead roles was a deliberate decision.

Blake Williams
Blake Williams
Blake Williams is an avant-garde filmmaker born in Houston, currently living and working in Toronto. He recently entered the PhD program at University of Toronto's Cinema Studies Institute, and has screened his video work at TIFF (2011 & '12), Tribeca (2013), Images Festival (2012), Jihlava (2012), and the Pacific Film Archive in Berkeley. Blake has contributed to IONCINEMA.com's coverage for film festivals such as Cannes, TIFF, and Hot Docs. Top Films From Contemporary Film Auteurs: Almodóvar (Talk to Her), Coen Bros. (Fargo), Dardennes (Rosetta), Haneke (Code Unknown), Hsiao-Hsien (Flight of the Red Balloon), Kar-wai (Happy Together), Kiarostami (Where is the Friend's Home?), Lynch (INLAND EMPIRE), Tarantino (Reservoir Dogs), Van Sant (Last Days), Von Trier (The Idiots)

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