Posts Tagged ‘romance’

Sundays and Cybele aka Les dimanches de Ville d’Avray

Sundays and Cybele aka Les dimanches de Ville d’Avray

Sunday, August 8th, 2010

It’s a long time since a movie so quickly became what I’m sure will ultimately be one of my permanent all-time faves, and this one has been sitting in my must-see queue for far too long, almost a year which is crazy considering how long and how badly I wanted to see it following various recommendations.

To me, this is one of the best versions, if not the best version, of the “Lolita story”. I have to explain what that means to me because I know some would be quick to disagree because of all the controversy about the “original” Lolita and direct adaptations thereof. I use Lolita as a shorthand for any story that has this complicated type of relationship between an older man and younger girl… some are sexual, some are not, but they all bring something to the table of what I think one of the most important discussions to be had, and Sundays and Cybele brings heaps to that table.

The movie’s closest recent relative is probably John Duigan’s Lawn Dogs, which bears the same unique quality as Sundays in that the relationship concerned is immediately made somewhat more “appropriate” by the older man being a kind of child himself, a victim of the horrors of war resulting in amnesia. He comes across Cybele (whose name is never actually given until a crucial moment at the end; one could argue the French original title would probably make the whole thing more poignant) sort of accidentally but the nature of his attraction is immediately clear… there’s nothing lecherous here whatsoever, just a lonely man who finds happiness in a beautiful child’s face and then finds that she needs him too. Of course, as in life, not everyone sees it that way.

There is a beauty to the second act, which mostly concerns the man’s regular Sunday meetings with Cybele, which I haven’t seen in a long time and is hard to put into words. As they walk along the river in what seems to be a constantly thickening haze, sometimes seen in the reflection of concentric circles on the water surface (“We’re in our home now,” Cybele says over this image), I lost myself in this movie as I have in few others, and truly didn’t want it to end. Though the movie takes a tragic turn, it’s these earlier, happier scenes that will stay with me, like the best kind of summer romance movies, you almost feel like you had an affair with Cybele too, and no matter where the movie ends, nothing can take those moments away. Cybele not only refuses to tell anybody else her real name at the movie’s emotional climax, but denies the name given to her previously by the orphanage, leaving us the viewers as the only ones left who really “knew her”. Like I say it’s a rare film that breaks through the screen and touches me so powerfully.



The Last Picture Show

The Last Picture Show

Thursday, June 3rd, 2010

There was never any good reason – especially in the past couple of years when I watched and enjoyed quite a few of Peter Bogdanovich’s movies – but I’ve always put off seeing this one. As it turns out, this one isn’t up there for me with Paper Moon (not even close, I’ve seen that one since that review and it’s easily in my top 50 of all time), Nickelodeon (not quite), or even Noises Off… (okay, that one might just be personal – you might notice all three of those starred Tatum O’Neal and I watched them for that reason).

Bogdanovich’s nuts-and-bolts and highly actor-focussed style certainly comes through but I felt this was far too slow and lengthy for what is ultimately a non-existent plot. It’s ultimately about a lot of college kids in the mid-fifties who, faced with the prospect of growing up, can only think of sex to fill their time. They have no other dimension, aspiration, interest to their characters, so these fledgeling relationships fall apart, and they wonder why. Some people call this a coming-of-age movie… I don’t call this coming of age.

It occurred to me midway that I’m maybe just not old enough, not only physically but in terms of life experience, to get the most from this; and it was around the same time I realised for the first time while looking at the movie’s Wikipedia page (trying to find a plot to latch onto, lol) that there was a Before Sunset-like sequel made which reunited cast and crew 20 years later in Texasville which I’ll certainly seek out in hope it might warm me to the characters more and shed light on whatever I missed here. ‘Cos miss it I feel I did. 3rd heart for “benefit of the doubt“…



Up in the Air

Up in the Air

Wednesday, January 6th, 2010

Well I didn’t see this coming… when I heard this being talked about in connection with Oscar Buzz, a movie directed by Juno‘s Jason Reitman (don’t get me wrong, I liked it, but it was overrated*) and starring George Clooney who I always feel can only play himself, I cringed. It seemed this was soon to be the movie that ruined an otherwise good-looking Oscar season and ceremony Slumdog style. It was only when Malcolm Ingram, of whom I only really know of via Kevin Smith’s podcast, tweeted, “I’ll be damned if @jasonreitman didn’t channel Hal Ashby for his new flick UP IN THE AIR…” that my interest really perked up about it. I still started the movie fearing the worst…

Again, I’m not sure where to start (and if I get around to filling in the missing reviews from the end of last year through repeat viewings, you’ll hear that a lot over this season’s Oscar movies)… maybe at the end. At this very moment, even though I’ve still a few potential contenders to see, I’m fairly stunned to find myself thinking this may be the movie I find myself rooting for come March 7th. If nothing else, it ranks alongside Moon and An Education as one of the most intelligent movies I’ve seen of the past year. But on top of that, it has heart that comes from nowhere, on at least two occasions near crippling humour, and a way of capturing the world as it is right now, “our time” and all that (I usually hate that too!), in a manner that I can only compare to Cameron Crowe’s (who I have frequently compared to the aforementioned Ashby) take on the dying gasps of the 60s in Almost Famous. Ingram wasn’t wrong, Reitman has taken leaps here from Juno and if the movie doesn’t sweep all the major categories then I hope he at least benefits from a rare Picture/Director split. If you know how overrated I have on occasion felt Juno was, you’ll know how hard it is for me to say that.

What’s funny is the movie doesn’t immediately fill you with this sense of appreciation. When we first meet Clooney and the woman he falls in love with, played by Vera Farmiga (good, but not as intense as in Orphan), they’re exactly that kind of character that makes you think after about 5 minutes … “ … and why should we care about these people?” They’re rich, fairly obnoxious, hollow people travelling the world and staying in swanky hotels making a living off firing people. Pure loathesome. What’s amazing is how quickly the movie wins you over to them and holds interest over nearly 2 hours approaching the most human, emotional resolutions I have seen in film in the past year. Avatar may be an achievement, Tarantino overdue, and The Hurt Locker one of the greatest war movies of all time, and they’re all among my favourites of last year, make no mistake… but I think this movie, against all the odds given the protagonists, speaks for more people than all those put together in the Right Now, including, to my astonishment, me. If you knew how much I expected, and for a time wanted, to loathe this movie, you’d know how stunned I am to be saying all this.

*Yep, I loved this one so much, however, that I’ll be revisiting Juno and Thank You For Smoking and anything else Reitman has done so don’t call me on that in the comments …



Avatar [3D]

Avatar [3D]

Friday, December 18th, 2009

“I see you …”

I’d made the inevitable mistake of building up my hopes too high for this one and after the disappointment of (the last third, at least, of) A Christmas Carol yesterday, I feared another letdown. I don’t know where to start.

There are literally only two minor failings that this movie has in all its flawless beauty. You’ll have heard things like “Dances with Smurfs” and “Pocahontas in Space” thrown around perhaps … let’s not waste time, they are on the nose descriptions of the story underneath the sleek wrapping here. But don’t take this as a bad thing. Saying the story of Avatar is a bit like the Kevin Costner or Disney movie from 15 years ago is about as relevant as saying Star Wars is a bit like The Wizard of Oz. James Cameron himself has been telling pretty much the same story himself, about man vs machine (yes, Titanic is a machine), if you wanna get nitpicky, for the last 20 years. With Cameron’s movies, it’s more about the storytelling … and oh what means he has at his disposal for us here.

The other thing that’s preventing me (for now, at least) giving the movie top marks is the slight choppiness of the structure. A lot of people have said how the movie doesn’t feel as long as it is at almost 3 hours … I can’t deny that I thought it did in places. A lot like the last Lord of the Rings movie, this feels like it’s ending disappointingly several times before the actual climax … the good news is that this is a movie whose wonder builds, with each “false” ending being better than the last until Cameron finally releases the moment that makes this movie worthy of the accolades that will be bestowed upon it. The “wrapping”, as I called it earlier, the concept of a soldier commandeering an alien body in order to infiltrate an “enemy” culture, finally falls away, and I don’t want to spoil it but to say you’ll know it when it comes, when the lead Na’vi says to hero Jake Sully, “I see you.” I spent much of this movie perfectly absorbed, amazed by how little the technique and technology was the star, so wonderfully is it all deployed in service of the adventure at hand … but I longed for a moment like this that would wrench my heart out. It’s a stunning scene that will pull me back to the movie more than any of its other bells and whistles.

So, how are those bells and whistles? I wrote in my review of A Christmas Carol the other day how I feared we would never see that je-ne-sais-quoi of life breathed into motion/performance-captured eyes. I came out of this movie frankly confused … I’m still unsure … is all the Na’vi stuff really computer generated? Or is there some old school make-up work involved? Is James Cameron, like Jon Stewart suggested this week interviewing Sigourney Weaver, a wizard? LOL. Because I felt none of the FX wall between me and the story here as I have in all of Robert Zemeckis’ efforts in the field. If all the Na’vi stuff is motion/performance-captured and computer generated, then I almost want to knock yet another star off all my reviews of Zemeckis’ Polar Express, Beowulf and even his most recent Christmas Carol. I really can’t wait for the DVD/Blu-ray extras to see exactly how all this was done. I haven’t felt that way about a movie in a long time.

I haven’t mentioned the most human aspect of the thing. It’d all be for nothing if the acting wasn’t up to the standard of the visuals and the purity of the story. I’m relieved to say, I’m actually inclined to say this might be Cameron’s best acted movie yet. Sigourney Weaver leads the pack but I was very surprised by the performances of Sam Worthington and the entirely performance-captured Zoe Saldana in particular (as a matter of fact, unlikely though it may be due to it being technically an “animated” role, I’d love to see Saldana nominated for a Best Actress Oscar). What got under my skin even more, perhaps, were Giovanni Ribisi and Stephen Lang as the movie’s main villains. Most movies go one way or the other with either a physically threatening bad guy or a psychologically meddling one. Here we have both, with Ribisi representing a corporate evil reminiscent of that seen in Cameron’s Aliens and of course in Skynet of the Terminator series; and Lang as an unrelenting warlord the likes of which I’ve never been so repelled by before. In one breathtaking scene, our heroes escape imprisonment to defend Pandora … as they leave in a chopper, Lang kicks down a door and follows, preferring to hold his breath than waste time on grabbing an inhaler as he enters the Pandoran atmosphere to fire upon their departure. Frightening figures, both.

I feel like there’s so much more to say. This was almost going to be one of my “first impression” splurges of a review but I decided I wanted it to be a more considered and at least slightly well-written approach. I’m sure I’ll come back to it and say more. It’s on the smaller screen without the 3D etc that the movie might show its true colours … but for the record I have the feeling after this first watch that it will only in fact improve with subsequent viewings, dimensionality and screen size be damned. We leave this decade with Avatar as we did the Nineties with The Matrix … it really does change everything as much as the hype has claimed. But most important of all, tucked away though it may be, the movie has overwhelming heart. Do see it on the largest screen you can, do see it in 3D, do see it with a large audience (something I was surprised myself to find absent from the second screening at my local multiplex) … but don’t worry … this is not just a spectacle.

Addendum: Just something about the score, I wanted to say something about the music but thought of something else just tonight as to why it bugged me a little. Jonathan Ross in his Film 2009 review had said that James Horner’s score was often too “sentimental and obvious” and my first thought was, “excellent!” lol … I’m a huge fan of a lot of Horner’s scores, my favourites being the sentimental and obvious Deep Impact and Casper. However, I do tire of most of his scores sounding the same lately, and this one certainly has plenty of recognisably Hornerian stings in it. I realised tonight, however, that that wasn’t the problem with the score. The problem is that Horner may have missed an opportunity to create a score just as unique and cutting edge as the movie it accompanies. As Cameron delved into 3D and mo-cap technologies, etc, why didn’t Horner look at the latest music technologies like physical modelling and such … it could have been a score featuring completely new instruments, a Pandoran music just as alien and absorbing as the world Cameron’s production team created … I don’t know, I’m thinking out loud here and for all I know perhaps Horner did try some of this, but the point is I guess that it doesn’t sound like it. It’s not a bad score … it’s just not a great one. I just wanted to say something about that.



Hurlevent

Hurlevent

Monday, September 7th, 2009

I have to be honest, I had to check what I’d written on Twitter while watching this movie to remind myself what I did or did not like about it, lol, ‘cos it was a while ago now. Luckily, I made a few comments. This is the French take on Wuthering Heights, and as such the only one I’ve seen so far to feature nudity and a lot of flashes of underwear. There’s something perfect about even the idea of a French Wuthering Heights, and not just for the romantical aspects. There is that old thing about European women not shaving under their arms etc, a certain, if not “dirtiness” then at the least earthiness, which suits the love between Heathcliff and Cathy to a T, in my opinion at least. It’s odd that even though this version of the story is a contemporary adaptation, it’s grimier even than some of the more tired TV costumed attempts, and I loved that. It surprised me, too, how faithfully it follows the story. Because of the setting and title I expected something more “inspired by” than the transplanted retelling I got. There are some wonderful touches in bringing certain aspects of the original story into the more modern setting, like for example the feather print Cathy’s nightgown. It’s another interesting version of the story – not a favourite of mine but I’d take it gladly over yet another ITV period drama.



Wuthering Heights [1970]

Wuthering Heights [1970]

Monday, September 7th, 2009

This is kind of infuriating to write about. Wuthering Heights is one of my favourite novels, a fact that’s kind of more impressive when I remember that I was introduced to it at school by an English teacher I frankly didn’t like that much at the time (I have since forgiven him, he did afterall introduce me to the book and also Suzanne Vega and Bob Dylan’s music). This was one of the versions of the story I hadn’t yet seen so I put it on as part of a little season of Wuthering Heights around Emily Brontë‘s birthdate. And at first I found myself mesmerized.

Though Timothy Dalton’s quite elfin features at this time don’t quite lend themselves to the Heathcliff I have always pictured, this is far and away the best looking, and second best (sorry, Michel Legrand, Ryuichi’s 1992 score just beats yours) sounding Wuthering Heights film I have ever seen. And YET!

It’s bad enough that almost all Wuthering Heights adaptations stop in the middle of the book, only telling half the story; but this is a fact I have come to accept. Here, however, they go one step further in trying to offer, I guess, some kind of closure at this point. I’m not even going to issue spoiler warnings because you should in my opinion go into this movie knowing what they’re about to do. Hindley shoots Heathcliff at the end, lol. Considering how wonderful the rest of the production is, this really does make it one of the worst endings I have ever seen. It’s so disappointing.



La Belle et La Bête

La Belle et La Bête

Wednesday, April 15th, 2009

I’ve gotta begin by saying I’d still sooner revisit the Disney version having seen this, though that’s probably one of the least objectionable of my “I prefer the remake/sequel/more recent version” statement I’ve ever made here lol. However, though this begins fairly creakily and there is a slight need to stifle a laugh when the Beast first appears, the visuals and the fact that its heart is very much in the right place make it well worth the watch. There are significant differences in the story to the Disney version, particularly its Cinderella/Sleeping Beauty-like setup where Belle is the lowliest of three sisters rather than a quirky loner; and the fact we’re not fully informed as to the Beast’s backstory as in Disney’s prologue makes for a different story too. Something else that struck me about this movie was that, though I had subtitles, I could follow the fairly simple language most of the time; truly proof of great cinema is where the language is almost unnecessary. A movie I would check out again, but likely only in HD or the big screen.



Endless Love

Endless Love

Wednesday, April 1st, 2009

I feel like I’m going backwards LOL. The tagline for this movie was “She is 15. He is 17. The love every parent fears.” Like, huh? Luckily this is just another marketing faux-pas, however. While daddy here is dead set against the teenage lovers, mom is creeping down the stairs and watching them make love by the fireside in lieu of any real action for herself upstairs.

This is a movie with too many things wrong with it to mention, but as often as it almost made me cringe (and to be honest, it never tipped me 100% over, except perhaps the father’s profoundly unbelievable demise), I found it turning around and catching me out. As you may have guessed, this is the movie that introduced the Lionel Richie / Diana Ross hit to the world, and the score plays off it amply – to my surprise, it turned out to be the most I’ve got out of the song despite having heard it just as many times as everyone else on the planet. Brooke Shields is of course phenomenal to look at, and she has some impressive bits of acting too. The script is melodrama city but with Franco Zefferelli behind the camera this is an incredibly well made movie that makes the best of what story it has. It hits its most intense spot just a scene before the end and I can’t deny the rush of emotion it gave me. Shields and Martin Hewitt are on fire in this penultimate scene – it’s almost laughably intense but it worked for me completely, being one who never quite believes love of such magnitude unless it comes with equal pain attached. Seriously, in short, I don’t know why but this movie ultimately worked for me.