Portrait of a Lady on Fire

if you like movies like persona, don't miss this one. finally a worthy movie to watch. everything is good in this movie. a true masterpiece.

A female painter in 1760's France is commissioned to create a portrait of a young woman who doesn't want her portrait painted. This quietly-paced drama has lots of long silences and longing looks. Sparse in dialogue and emotion. For those who appreciate French films at their most genteel, serious and stylistically subdued, this sensitive love story will likely appeal. Although I could appreciate its approach and story, I found the film dry and slow.

"The director probably had kids and was married when she realized she was a lesbian and was like... Oh, I must make this film!" - My GF. This movie is 5/5 if you enjoy movies with minimal story and long shots of peoples faces. The close-up shots of her painting were nice but did get a bit much for me at times. Some very beautiful shots & imagery in this movie. I loved the opening on the boat, gave a sense of raw realism. There were some moments I enjoyed for sure... but they were too far and few between. Hearing the audience giggle at certain points showed the company I was in. I'm glad everyone is enjoying this movie... but it didn't click hard with me. Not enough substance for the art. Lots of long shots with no music or dialogue. I felt relaxed during the movie ... but shots of her walking around an empty dark building slowly with a candle can only hold my attention for so long. "Oh my God, like...Being gay back then for women must have been SOoooo Harrrrrd. I get it. I UNDERSTAND THE STRUGGLE." - What people think after watching this imagined by my gf.. lol

What a boring feminist, today political correct movie, that means propaganda. If it only had a lot of story or deep story to tell, then I could enjoy it. Or if it had great dialogue or something else...nothing. Such a boring movie, a movie for political correct people.

I find it dubious that there exist very few negative reviews for this film, as I would with any film. My concern has grown since going to watch it. I'm glad the masses found it enjoyable. I, unfortunately, find myself to be one of few (at least vocal) cinemagoers who did not like the film. Leaving the cinema, I was offended. I felt gypped, cheated, mislead, though, happy to see the back of it. To evoke the saying "throw me a bone", this movie showed me its bones, one by one, placed them clumsily into its various pockets and tripped into the sea. I waited for this movie to give me anything, something I could leave with, something to shock me, something I haven't seen before. It gave me the latter, perhaps the most tedious, plodding, most unenjoyable cinema experience in recent memory. I found myself counting the seconds between each line of dialogue delivered. It was comical. I was grasping for threads to follow, themes of substance, anything, I was starving. Maybe that was the point, a realist approach, showing it as it were, I had surmised. I tossed and turned in this manner until I had no longer cared as to construe purpose in the film. Resorting to taking in the pretty pictures, I landed at the conclusion that this was what the film was, and just that. Just as I relaxed uncomfortably, a thought of Barry Lyndon came to my head. Perhaps this film excels at nothing. As I do with any art related enterprise, I give props to the filmmakers for making art, participating in the craft, and for throwing in their two cents. Offended as I was by the lack of substance within the picture, they provided me with something to get passionate about, even if that may be the distaste for the picture itself. I see this picture called "The perfect film", to that I must conclude this is your first time, there's much more in store for you.