In Between Dying starts with a premise that could be that of a gangster film, but soon becomes something entirely different.
The best comparisons could be drawn with Tarkovsky, Kiarostami and Angelopoulos. The misty visuals frame the increasingly metaphorical journey, in a one day long trip during which he learns about death and love through the tragic encounters with several women, but in a way, with the same woman. The episodic and slightly repetitive nature of the film is the only major issue I found. At the screening in Venice I attended, the audience kept leaving the hall, and eventually only a dozen of us where left (mostly because it was a double-screening with Nomadland, and I suppose most of the audience was not ready for such a film). I am afraid the film's notoriety will have the same destiny, sadly, despite it being a stunning work of art.
The best comparisons could be drawn with Tarkovsky, Kiarostami and Angelopoulos. The misty visuals frame the increasingly metaphorical journey, in a one day long trip during which he learns about death and love through the tragic encounters with several women, but in a way, with the same woman. The episodic and slightly repetitive nature of the film is the only major issue I found. At the screening in Venice I attended, the audience kept leaving the hall, and eventually only a dozen of us where left (mostly because it was a double-screening with Nomadland, and I suppose most of the audience was not ready for such a film). I am afraid the film's notoriety will have the same destiny, sadly, despite it being a stunning work of art.