This movie is not a movie is merely filmed theatre , almost seven hours of ultra static shots , catatonic faces , glances lost in nothing ,endless monologues declaimed with humdrum voices and boredom , boredom , boredom. I think that the editor got asleep during his work. Surely there are fascinating colors , a remarkable plastic taste for shots ; you can feel the hand of Oliveira in every single moment of this movie , exactly as you can feel the boredom. In Venice Film Festival , back in 1985 , it was defined a "boring masterpiece" ; surely boring but I don't think that it is a masterpiece. Very , very demanding but not rewarding , a sadomasochistic experience.
Review of The Satin Slipper
