I agree that this film is of a woman's sensibility, perhaps of lsis herself. The symbolism was obvious to me, the dream about the children, the angst of aging, the search for meaning. How familiar it all felt. The pat formula would have been for her to find meaning in romantic love but somehow you feel she won't. The ever-restless searching mind forbids it and ultimately refuses to swallow the sun. Her acting was so naturalistic, l came to know her on the cosmic plane. A solitary soul but aren't we all. I also feel the sacred sites weighing down on me with their thousands of years of worship. I now feel that l have been there and walked like an Egyptian. It wasn't exactly Death on the Nile but there's no dignity in middle-aged love. The sight of the stars makes us dream.
Review of Luxor
