Here

In "Here," what matters is not what is offered, but the act of offering itself.

It’s a modestly proportioned movie of quiet magnificence, one that feels spun of gossamer summer light and rooted in unshakeable depths.

By painting such a rich visual world on the seemingly insignificant canvas of Stefan’s life, Devos offers an implicit challenge to everyone watching around the world. If we can just find ways to be here, wherever that is, we might stumble onto something just as cinematic in our own lives.

In this painstakingly muted, luminously photographed testimony to connection, nothing much and everything happens — or could.

Bas Devos’s trademark placidity and restraint constitutes a challenge to narrative convention.

It crept up on me at its own measured walking pace – and it incidentally has the best and cleverest last line of any film I have seen this year.

It’s interesting enough as it invites the viewer into interpretations, messages it might be sending and observations Devos is making about our changing world and those best adapted to roll with those changes, taking comfort and pleasure wherever they settle and accumulate.

Por mais sensível e poético que seja, não consegui me conectar. Ao menos é ciente de sua letargia, não tenta inventar a roda, e é bem curtinho. É um filme para contemplação. Poderia ter mais tempo filmando a natureza, pois os humanos, de tão desinteressante, nem lembramos o nome (tal qual uma personagem em relação ao protagonista).

Interesting idea but execution on that idea was pure boredom. This is the first Tom Hanks film that was so bad I couldn't watch it to the end.