Passages

A film that is profoundly real, impactful, and even uncomfortable, but above all, is an artistic and complex story about three people confronted with their own sense of morality. [Full review in Spanish]

What emerges is a torrid, gripping drama that acknowledges not just what damage the careless can wreak but also to what extent the responsible often conspire in their own annihilation.

Passages is smart and precise about other people’s messes. It’s a way to indulge in the most volatile parts of ourselves without ever feeling like we’re about to lose control.

From the way Sachs shoots the streets of Paris, it’s obvious he adores New Wave film-makers like Truffaut.

As often in his [Ira Sachs] films, bourgeois comfort is a façade; resentment’s a cauldron; and the practical setup of people’s lives is in danger of gazumping their destinies.

Passages deserves to find the widest audience among fans of “grownup” cinema.

A brilliantly acted and sparingly composed film that succeeds in bringing this extraordinary issue politely to the screen with real emotional intelligence. This is unquestionably Sachs’ best film to date.

Passages is for people who appreciate unapologtic authenticity in its storytelling. It smolders, discomfits, and captivates from beginning to sad end. 

Passages is beautiful because it focuses on an individual that, at his core, is ugly. Even still, Sachs is able to find a human core that’s radiant within all of it, warts and all.

Passages is a punk movie against an absurd Puritanism: sex turns into a vital way of understanding needy and broken characters who would give it all to feel a little real affection. [Full review in Spanish]