As every good bottle of wine, every good movie needs some time to digest in order to understand what to make of it. Well, it took me three days in this case and I have to admit — it is an absolutely brilliant movie. Great concept to start with — to work with just three billboards and from there on build up the story. Witty.

To be honest after the first hour I started to think that the whole story was overrated and it is not all that great, but the second half has proved me wrong. The movie is not about avenge or rage, but about mercy, about human nature, about ability to let go and forgive ourselves and others. For some reason not so many movies are touching these topics plus all at once. There is also a hidden short failed love story in between these 120 minutes.

This movie is very very very manly. And as a matter of fact, there are just several women characters in it apart from the main one who is far from being feminine. And this is the whole beauty about it. For women it is much easier to talk about the feelings and problems, but for the men it is not. So it is like squeezing one huge orange that is really juicy on the inside, but you need to squeeze it really hard to make the juice run out . There are many “f..cks”, maybe there are even too many of them, but this makes all the conversations pretty straight forward, honest and frank.

Discovery through the lost. Again it is a reminder that it is not so much about the final result, but about the journey and this movie is a wild wild one. It is a fairy tale about one against them all. And there is even kind of a good end to it after all.

When I saw the trailer for this documentary I was intrigued and as a lover of photography I wanted to go and see it immediately. Sadly in reality the movie was different. It is indeed visionary and bold. But it is very uncomfortable for an eye to watch — shot very often from too low angle and very very often the camera is spinning around bringing you on some kind of carousel. Why was it needed? Not sure.

Another thing — no info about who are the filmed people or what is the whole problem over there so in the end you are left with four stories happening in different parts of the world and there is no narrative to that. For some reason, shots of Japan and some girl wondering in Tokyo keeps on appearing and till now I have no idea who that girl is and why was she there.

Apparently director likes suspense movies so now and then he keeps on showing us empty spaces with blinking light, looking from a corner and wondering around. Why? Don’t know.

Another trick that director wanted to use to remind us that the documentary is about photography — shooting out of focus and not always focusing us back. Again, no need to over use this technique. Editing is also done in a weird way — very slow scenes all of a sudden switch to very fast ones so the whole rhythm of the movie is jumping and never makes us settle on one.

Briefly: This documentary does not leave any precise emotion, a bit of sadness, never joy and lots of confusion.

Best quote: “The world is loosing magic.”

Damn it is good. Theatrical, exaggerated, fun and ironical. Just how the movies were in the good old days. Great location, very nice costumes and cold Kate. Just wonderful.

Kate Winslet is pretty heavy in this movie. Very prominent, very slow and I can’t say if that was the goal to make her look she is seductive cause then they failed. Actually, the things with this movie is that it feels more like a theater with well thought through decorations and actors being actors, good actors but actors and in the movies one usually forgets that it is a movie and fully emerges within it.

Very soft in touches, light, talks, movements. But so many many too many deaths, which at a certain point make them useless and emotionless. The first one makes us surprised, second sad but third one already accustomed.

It is a magic after all to make a movie like this nowadays. It is warm and good. No sharp ages, but softness and brilliant camera work.

Is it a movie or is it not? There are certain elements that suggest it is like camera and film director and actors, not doubt about this. But, there is The Actress — Cate Blanchett and all the 13 roles are hers. Thanks to that, you can see her talent shine. Again there is no doubt in this. After the viewing though you have the feeling that someone tricked you into something different, more private and intimate. The visuals make your head spin and go in circles trying to reflect and find yourself in it. It is not about the entertainment and not about seeing yourself in the movie.

Continuous monologue where the other actors are more like figures just feeling up the composition and serve more as a pure decoration to her act. You see her different roles but they feel detached from what she is saying. Yet it made me think if the director wanted to play with our perception of who is saying the words — we will listen less to a homeless guy compared to the words spoken by the mother of the kids or the teacher. We do our best not to judge and to be equal but some things are deeply rooted in our personal social culture.

Cate Blanchett does absorb your attention but what is happening to it next is the main question. She is doing everything and nothing at the same time. She makes it big and small, loud and silent.

Movie leaves you with the mixed feelings after all and for sure not the most pleasant ones. Actually we don’t really know what to make of it. It tastes like the dough, empty dough where even the salt is missing. A pie which was cooking for a long time, but once you take it out from the oven the taste and smell are missing. It is powerful and pathetic at the same time. Rare combination, one should mention this.

It is slow. Slow but not boring. Slow in terms of the pre internet speed that our eye needs to see and recognise what we are viewing. That is good. Good for the state being.

Jarmush gives so much importance to the space that surround the characters. And when I say space I don’t mean that he shows many details. He uses perfectly set composition, but what is even more important is that the space becomes monumental and the actors — small and visible from a distance. Walls and floors and doors and streets and views occupy 70 or sometimes even 90 percent of the camera.

I love it when the name of the movie is not important at all. And this is the case. It really liberates your head from all the types of expectations and pre justices from the start.

Repetition. Jarmush loves it. And I agree it brings our mind to meditate. Makes us travel. Tricks the imagination and makes us wonder.

His space gives us the opportunity to breath and not to feel suffocated through the labyrinths of the characters. It it like standing in the middle of the usually busy square in a really early hour when everyone is still asleep.

Did I like it? Well, I loved it actually. The last 10 min changed everything. And put pieces in places. Absolutely recommended.