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"Over Your Cities Grass Will Grow" is that rare art documentary - one that places the art front and center, not as an adjunct to its maker's biography.
A documentary that focuses rigorously on process and atmosphere at the expense of context and engagement.
Shot in widescreen CinemaScope, Fiennes' film is a mesmerizing spectacle that asserts its own pace...
Over Your Cities Grass Will Grow attempts to let Kiefer's art, and the process by which it's made, speak for itself.
Breathtaking imagery competes with a scary lack of human interest in this hypnotic, potentially alienating documentary about German sculptor Anselm Kiefer.
A daunting work that will please movie lovers willing to invest their time and intellect.
Despite its overall tone of cataclysm and condemnation, Kiefer's monstrous works sing more than they shriek. This is highly personal artwork writ in a grand, towering script, and all the more intellectually and artistically legible for it.
It's a mesmerizing experience and a must-see for anyone interested in the artistic aspects of filmmaking, as well as those who are interested in Kiefer's work.
Over Your Cities Grass Will Grow provides a series of evocative but also elusive compositions, as well as some contemplations.
A slumberous bore.
It's a testament to how fascinating Kiefer's work is that the film is still enjoyable, if intermittently very dull.
Often boring, tedious and only fleetingly insightful.
If you have ever wanted to see a documentary about paint drying, then check out "Over Your Cities Grass will Grow." Otherwise, do yourself a favor and steer clear.
Strange, modernist artist Anselm Kiefer gets a strange modernist documentary in this abstract appreciation of his work in an abandoned silk factory in Barjac, France. Like something out of a post-apocalyptic landscape, his work rises up like derelict buildings from the ashes. Mostly observational, but also incredibly dry, the film alternates between beautiful tracking shots and aimless moments of languid tedium.
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