salesonfilm:

[Referring to Michael Sicinsky’s piece for Mubi on Certified Copy and Ignatiy Vishnevetsky’s response]

So, I’ll just chime in here to say that I think these are both good answers to the wrong question. Or, one that isn’t worth answering definitively, because it offers only binary options, and the movie requires that you hold multiple possibilities in your head at the same time. What you see is what happens in the movie. There is no “reality” apart from what is there. (Mr. Scorsese, please: “Cinema is a matter of what’s in the frame and what’s out.”) You don’t look at “Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie” and say: “Well, that dinner party is real, but when they’re walking down the road it’s a fantasy.” You don’t look at “That Obscure Object of Desire” and say, “The scenes with Carole Bouquet are the real ones, and the scenes with Ángela Molina are imaginary.” Where would that get you? You would be denying the essential movieness of the experience.

Jim Emerson just gets it right, bang-on. [Emphasis is mine.]

If Certified Copy is playing anywhere within driving distance of you, I’d urge anyone reading this to rush out and see it. It’s really becoming not only my favorite movie of this year, but perhaps my favorite movie of the last several years. 

This is my favorite movie of the year so far.  I just saw it last night, and I’m already planning to see it at least twice more this week.  I love movies that tempt to you try and figure them out.  I love to soak in them, be absorbed by them, let them take over my head and do with my brain what they will.