Siberia

I gather that Clint for some reason undervalued the love and care that the people in his life showed him, all the while surmising that his problem was that he "loved too much." His memories of why he abandoned people were horribly delusional. He chose a life of solitude, but did not choose to make it complete. In the end, he lost everything, or gained a new beginning?

Every second of this film is pretentious nonsense. Even Dafoe can't make it watchable.

It's impossible to like a film you can't understand.

Interesting concept and well acted. Siberian platform was appropriate. Yet the soul's seeking was quite particular and parochial and did not resonate as much as "Chicken With Plums" or "The Holy Mountain" or "Valley of the Gods". Love Willem though.

A self-indulgent, incoherent mess of a film, that delves into the psyche of the main character without ever really getting anywhere except further into the frozen wasteland where the film is set. The wasteland is more interesting to look at than the psychological unravelling of the main character who, at the end of the film, I still had no real understanding of. The landscape photography raised my rating by one star.

If you read my book "Bardo Films: Cinema of the Afterlife" it would be very apparent that the subject in this film has died as the result of a bear attack, and is in the afterlife trying to resolve the many issues of his recent incarnation. There are definite echoes of the Mexican bardo film "Vera."

God bless Willem Dafoe, an actor that I believe is constantly challenging his fans and himself, with material that tries to make everyone a better thinking consumer of films. It's like he's speaking an alien language, that if you can unlock, will give you a next level appreciation of the craft. Sometimes its a haunting vision like "Antichrist". Other times, it's a beautiful enigma like "The Light House". Unfortunately, "Siberia" is neither, as it just stumbles down the path consisting of a frustrating glob of experiences. Dafoe stars as Clint. A man who is searching for his soul. Everywhere. In a cave. In a tavern. On a dogsled speeding through the snow. This movie doesn't really have any borders. And all along the way he's challenged with visions and riddles as he tries to recover the missing part of himself. It makes no sense. It doesn't want to. And that results in a poor experience. The movie just drifts from scene to scene. Some are gory. Some are sexual. Others are completely out of place. There is no rhyme or reason here. You are given a box of different parts from different machines, ranging from a super computer to a can opener and told to "build something" with it. There is nothing to build. It's an art house movie. But I've said it time and time again. Art house films have to make you feel something or provide an answer to an equation. Director Abel Ferrara has been around so long, he probably didn't believe he was required to do that. To say something positive about the film, Dafoe gives us everything. Like he normally does. But this time, it's for nothing

I'll watch the movie because of Willem Dafoe, but there's only one audience rating and I wanna see what happens.

One of those movies that was solely made for the creator to look at itself in the mirror. Which is fine if you're into staring into a mirror for hours on end.