“Some don’t believe what they’re watching anymore,” Oscar is told at one point, and he’s unconcerned; he’s in it for “the beauty of the act.” Carax has dismissed the idea that Holy Motors is about the cinema itself, but he’s being obstructive; this is as much a movie about movies as Hugo or Cabin in the Woods, and pulses with the same affection as those pictures. An actor could no more shoot this many scenes in a single day as Carax could have shot this film in one, but it’s not a realistic portrayal of an actor’s life anyway. It’s a fanciful, movie version of one, in which an entire career is compressed into a day — or an entire life is. Holy Motors is a vibrant mixtape of a movie where every song is good; it’s a celebration not just of the cinema, but of its versatility, its ability to be so much at once. This is a wonderful, odd, baffling, terrific motion picture.
Holy Motors opens today at Film Forum and the Elinor Bunin Munroe Film Center in New York.