Khavn succeeds on the guerrilla front (you'd expect him to; he has near fifty films under his belt) and it is predominantly wordless. That's two down. Musically though, it's a complete and utter mess. You can only imagine the flow on effects as Khavn slices through scenes and songs with no feel for pacing or progression. Even the vibrancy the film's look, one of its early joys (Christopher Doyle's colour filtered streets look stunning), is almost immediately squandered.
The narrative, or the semblance of one, is intimated by the archetypal characters ("criminal", "whore", "friend", "girlfriend", "godfather", "pianist") and rarely, if ever gains traction. There's running. There's an orgy. There's a road trip. There's some reciting of poetry. It's all narrative noise to accompany the visual and aural barrage.
Ruined Heart is cacophonic cinema. Cinema that is slapped together with little regard to the overall flow. Basically, there is no glue strong enough to hold this slap-dash big screen scrapbook together.
Mercifully short.
★☆
Trailer:
Ruined Heart: Another Love Story Between a Criminal and a Whore screened at the Melbourne International Film Festival 2015.
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