Wicker Park
This is such a sad movie. The love between all the protagonists is so strongly realised on the screen by the way it’s shot, like a combination of Hitchcock’s Vertigo and Rear Window. A lot of people have complained about the structure, that leaves you wondering exactly what’s going on until a good half way through the movie. I thought it was a perfect way of drawing the audience in. And the ending came out of nowhere. Like Little Black Book, it demonstrates (to me at least) that the corniest of endings can work sometimes.
A beautiful movie I’ll review more in depth when it comes out on DVD. Hopefully I’ll watch the French movie it’s based on in the meantime.
June 13th, 2006 at 1:30 am
[...] Noticing that this one was directed by Paul McGuigan, who directed Wicker Park – which I loved, but still need a number more viewings to get my head entirely arond – I knew I might need patience to get through it. Unsurprisingly, perhaps, it lost me well within the first 10 minutes. The movie is quality, for sure, and like Inside Man it has an impressive cast. But its seeming sheer perfection is almost ultimately boring; the convoluted plot doesn’t help, even for a viewer who’s prepared for a last minute, revelatory, “OH so THAT’s what it meant!” à la Wicker Park; and ultimately the whole thing long outstays its welcome. [...]