Oslo, August 31st and The Worst Person in the World map the drift of smart people who cannot quite land. Trier writes with a novelist's sympathy and cuts with a musician's timing.
Sisters Nora and Agnes reunite with their estranged father, the charismatic Gustav, a once-renowned director who offers stage actress Nora a role in what he hopes will be his comeback film. When Nora turns it down, she soon discovers he has given her part to an eager young Hollywood star.
Fellow Danish architects of intimate humanism, both map the emotional archaeology of modern Scandinavian life with unflinching precision.
Both excavate the fragility beneath ordinary relationships, cinema of quiet rupture where small conversations unmake people.
Shared obsession with dialogue as emotional truth-telling, films that listen to how people fail to connect even as they try desperately to be understood.
Both use romantic entanglement to explore isolation within intimacy, the body present but the heart unreachable.
I've always been a huge admirer of Antonioni, and L'Eclisse in particular. The way he captures the emptiness and the unspoken emotions, it's something I strive for.