Every film I have watched at TIFF since my first festival in 2005.
The Woman in the Fifth
What you can not resist, you may not survive
An American writer moves to Paris to be closer to his daughter and finds himself falling immediately on hard times. Befriended by a French Arab who offers him a job, Tom finds himself employed as a security agent as he struggles to write his second novel and see his daughter. Meanwhile, his personal life takes a turn as he becomes involved with a beguiling woman.
There is an interesting dichotomy in Pawel Pawlikowski’s La Femme du Véme between the content and the form of the film. Whilst the cool cinematography is sharply suggestive, glimpsing at oneiric episodes in the midst of neat modernity, the narrative is quite more intricate and gloomy, drenched in melancholy and confusion tough to endure. That is not to say one doesn’t complement the other beautifully, as in fact the ambience achieved in the audiovisual department injects another layer of social awareness and character development that is quite appealing throughout the feature.
Yet this story about a father trying to reconnect with his daughter through questionable means is far from original, if not redundant. By adding a few more layers about…
I guess Pawel Pawlikowski might not be for me. I've not yet seen Ida but I wasn't very impressed with My Summer of Love. The Woman in the Fifth, however, was just horrid. Probably my least favourite viewing of the entire month. I felt nothing for any of the characters here and I can already say that Pawlikowski does not even craft suspense very well. I love Ethan Hawke, but I'm not even sold into his performance here at one moment. Kristin Scott Thomas is alright, but just plainly forgettable within this film. Admittedly, I just like the way it is all set up but Pawel Pawlikowski simply needs to work a lot harder with the way he executes his ideas, it made a simple 85 minutes feel too long for its own good. I don't know if I can say that I'm looking forward to watching Ida all because of this.
Far and away one of the more under-appreciated films of the last year, Pawel Pawlikowski's highly effective psychological drama, The Woman in the Fifth, has managed to stay with me the most of all three films I watched last night. That might not seem like a significant statement, but remember...I watched Holy Motors.
I'm assuming this has gotten mixed reviews because some think it has a deliberate pace, and I would say they had a point if the movie wasn't only 80 minutes in length. I found that it moved things along perfectly for the amount of time it allotted itself, and combined with the assured direction and actors immersed in their characters, this one came out impressive. Maybe I…
When Bruce Willis' ring hit the floor at the end of The Sixth Sense.....everything in that puzzle fit together so nicely. Well the end of The Woman in the Fifth is almost the complete opposite. Its puzzle is missing pieces....only small sections of the puzzle even are assembled and you pretty much decide to put all the pieces back in the box and forget about it....which is my review....forget about it.
Surprised at how much I hated this movie. There's just not much of interest going on in it. One of those "why was this made" type deals. I'm a big fan of Ethan Hawke, but here he is given little to do or perform with.
It has been eight years since Pawel Pawlikowski's last film (the excellent and underrated, My Summer of Love) so I was looking forward to see how his return would fare. In truth, The Woman in the Fifth is a mixed bag, whilst it has strong performances from the entire cast and creates an intriguing air of melancholic dread it is also far too ponderous (despite its brief runtime) and never quite delivers the climax it deserves or needs.
American novelist (Ethan Hawke) travels to Paris to reconnect with his estranged wife and daughter. Through a series of unfortunate events he has his belongings stolen, ends up working for his shady landlord and begins affairs with two very different women. Yet…
So intriguing, novelist characters make the best ones to this kind of film.
Es un buen thriller pero ah cómo les encanta el drama a nuestros amigos franceses.
I should have known better. If the film as Ethan Hawke in it, even Kristin Scott Thomas can not save it! What an earth was the film about? Come on!
Pawel Pawlikowski’s third film in 11 years and it has been damned with faint praise by the British reviewers. But I thought it was a remarkable film, that continues to place Pawlikowski as one of Europe’s most interesting filmmakers, although I have to admit The Woman In the Fifth isn’t fully successful. Ethan Hawke, an American novelist, arrives in Paris to see his daughter, but his ex-wife calls the police: he has a restraining order against him. He falls asleep on a bus and his suitcase and wallet are stolen. He finds refuge in a rundown hotel (even by the standards of some of the cheap hotels I’ve stayed at in Paris, it is pretty grotty). Hawke is without money…
Easily the worst film in which Ethan Hawke plays a writer (which is a lot of them).
Pretty much how I felt waiting for the film to pick up steam and get good. With Ida having such a careful and considered approach to composition and framing, the nothingness of both story and look, nearly sent me to sleep.
Nice, minor popcorn arthouse, with Pawlikowski's rather demure approach sapping many of the ostensibly vital qualities from the "puzzle film" and replacing them with something more character based, quotidian, quieter and pleasing; still, all is ultimately beholden to the subjective jigsaw structure, resulting in an unresolvable, ungenerous tension between the two demands that evaporates as soon as it's over.
The Woman in the Fifth was one of those films that never clicked with me at all. The largest part being the fact that I found the story to be excessively mysteriousness. To the point where it was clearly withholding information from us and talking about anything that would provide a better understanding in as broad a way as possible. Some mystery is good, but when everything is a mystery it is hard to become involved and interested in the story. And when there is never once any sort of meaningful or even interesting resolution to any of the mystery along with any stakes to give you a payoff you start to wonder what purpose any of it was. The…
El punto de intersección entre un romance parisino y un thriller lynchiano. No funciona como la una, la otra o las dos a la vez; Ethan Hawke en recesión expresiva total (esta es fácilmente la peor actuación de su carrera); No está tan mal realizada y, de hecho, tiene sus pequeños toques atmosféricos, pero juega a algo que a estas alturas ya resulta manido. Si a ello le sumas la escasa inspiración en el manejo de la opacidad argumental el caso ya está perdido; Completamente irrelevante.
Not at all what I expected from the director of My Summer of Love and Last Resort, this comes across like a classier, less thrilling David Lynch film. In it, Ethan Hawke plays an American author who travels to Paris in hopes of reuniting with his estranged wife and child. Instead, he falls into relationships with two beautiful, dangerous women and hobnobs with Arabic gangsters. The style here relies heavily on translucent surfaces, out of focus images and reflections, giving the movie a dreamlike feel. The narrative is purposefully opaque, and never congeals into something that can be firmly interpreted, which is sure to frustrate some viewers. The Lynch comparison doesn’t do Pawlikowski many favors, given that his film is entirely too aimless and sedate to draw us in. Fine but forgettable.