The main guideline of this blog is that it has to be the last movie I saw: no matter if it’s good or not, old or new, I loved it or hated it. Bitter Moon is not new (1992), I strangely enjoyed watching it and I cannot make my mind up if it’s a good movie…
From the first five minutes you have the impression you are watching a soft porn…Mimi who walks, talks and gets undressed just like in an 80’s video...there are blow jobs, erotic dances, milk poured out on face and breasts, kinky games. By this point I was ready to turn it off three times...but either because I had nothing else to watch or because I was curious to see where it leads, yet another time, I gave it a shot.
The story gets tragic, complicated, sick, moving. It plunges deep and it twists around a couple of times. It’s life naked, absurd, true, shocking, hopeless, violent, sarcastic…. Two couples are faced together, forced to look into each other’s life and eyes, prisoners on a cruise ship. The English are married for seven years, never had a crumb of passion…The grey sky against which you see the mad dance of two red mysterious creatures. The opposing couple are slowly lead to death by their own greedy passion.
No need to tell a whole story here. Suffice it to say that I recognized love when it bit my face again…
woensdag 25 maart 2009
zaterdag 21 maart 2009
confessions of a shopaholic
Well, I liked the movie. It was fresh, energetic, happy and colourful. So what if at some points it was so cheesy I sank in my chair to disappear of embarrassment. I mean, after the whole history of movie cheesiness, when we have seen everything and swallowed it all, again you make him tell: “yes but she‘s not you”!!!
I love surrendering to the big screen so much, I am always willing to give it many chances…and this one deserved some… SHE (Isla Fisher) was adorable, lively, the beating heart of it all, like she was supposed to. Redhead, tall and lean, a pleasure to watch moving or pouting for that matter! She was hand and glove for this part, carrying the story to the end, natural and energetic.
HE (Hugh Dancy) had huge blue eyes to sink in, of course the English accent, but a genuineness he managed to let go through to every woman in the theatre. A bit too honest and perfect, really. And somehow mysterious, considering we just know he is a great editor, the son of MUM, the famous fashion guru, that he can dance, and would pay anything for a hot dog. Like those puppets arranged for the stage on one side, and the other side just some cotton coming out of old cloth.
We saw a little bit of
We did expect an easy story, right? A girl, ehem, addicted to shopping, who will use her purchasing skills in a new completely different career. What was surprising was the subtle deeper hints, I felt roaming about and then disappearing in funny shallow waters. But we didn’t mind really. The funniness. As for the more serious things, those will stay with me. By no means preaching, it touched and disturbed some things…a beautiful indifference for money, the enemy…the shopping crazy society, the credit card… slavery to big corporations, freedom from them…what else…friendship, mum and dad, and addiction. Well, quite a list, considering what I expected.
The best girlfriend (Krysten Ritter) is an unexpected happy cast choice. That girl is strangely beautiful. What troubling red lips, black eyes and inhuman whiteness! And yet happy and sweet. Not your boring choice for sure. John Goodman, of course was funny, hmm, very much so…while Joan Cusack was just scary. I used to love her, I still do, but ..well you watch and tell me. And …Kristin Scott Thomas came across as fake and trying so much to be French. Now really, I think she is so unhappy she was born on the wrong land…
I left the cinema smiling, which I wished for in the first place. Sometimes all we need is a bit of pink that gets purple here and there. Right? Or is it just me?
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