The opening section of Resurrection completely pulled me in. The first quarter of the film is beautifully shot, with scenes that feel carefully constructed and almost theatrical in their design. Each frame feels layered, like watching a perfectly staged theatre production, elevated further by genuinely beautiful cinematic work. For a while, it feels like you are watching something quietly exceptional.
Unfortunately, once the film moves beyond that opening stretch, it begins to lose momentum. The pace slows dramatically, to the point where the narrative becomes difficult to follow. What starts as intriguing gradually turns into confusion. I found myself losing track of the story altogether, unsure of where it was heading or what it was trying to say. From conversations after the screening, it seemed many fellow cinemagoers felt the same way.
That makes the experience slightly frustrating, because the promise shown early on is undeniable. The visual craftsmanship never disappears, but the storytelling becomes so slow and abstract that emotional engagement begins to drift. Instead of drawing you deeper into its world, the film slowly creates distance.
Overall, Resurrection is a film that begins with striking beauty and ambition but struggles to sustain clarity and momentum. Its opening act shows real brilliance, yet the increasingly slow pacing prevents it from fully delivering on that early promise.
I grew up in the Blockbuster Video days, when picking a film meant judging the cover and hoping for the best. I’m not a critic by trade — I just call it how I see it, whether a film smashes it or falls flat on its face.
