It is never an easy task to write about a Mark Cousin's film. He is unique as a director, an undoubted talent and an eye for shots that are at times breathtaking there are few, if any, like him.
His latest film Stockholm My Love is in part a documentary travelogue, taking the viewer on a journey around Stockholm, but simultaneously a work of fiction exploring the grief of Neneh Cherry's central character. The film follows her footsteps through the streets of her native city, on a journey of recovery from a tragedy that happened exactly one year before. It's an exploration of grief, identity and the power of architecture and urbanism to shape lives, and a celebration of the power of walking and looking searching for the sights that will help us to recover.
Mark Cousins loves cityscapes, in a pre screening introduction he referred to cities as being 'optimistic things' bringing people from all walks of life together. Cousins sees cities as beacons of hope and it is the city that will restore our guides soul. This was most apparent during a sequence in which Cherry pears through the locked door of a church seeking solace and possibly atonement for her 'sins' I was absolutely captivated.
Perhaps not as coherent as some of this other cinematic efforts, some will find Stockholm My Love to be a frustrating experience. I can understand this to an extent but with a talent like Cousins at the helm its best to let him guide you through the streets and try to see the wonder in the minutia that other film makers would disregard.