Not sure how I feel about a movie that ends with Ginger Rogers getting punched in the face so Fred Astaire can hypnotize her into loving him. But overall, it has charm, good music, and terrific dancing.
Rogers also shines as a comedic presence here. The scene where she causes mischief under the influence of drugs is damned funny.
Even more cryptic than "The Tree of Life," and without any cool shit to look at, to boot.
I try, to the best of my abilities, to understand where a film is coming from and see from its point of view. But "A Safe Place" is aimless hippie bullcrap, plain and simple. Redundant dialogue, shallow characters, and no ultimate point.
The movie that dares to say, "Hey, here are some more people who didn't care about that Xerxes fella."
And how was Artemisia *not* the main character, again? Eva Green's presence is commanding as hell, Artemisia has the meatiest backstory, and following the plot from her perspective would've given the film an entirely different angle than its predecessor.
But nope. We're stuck with Generic McHunkyGuy as our protagonist and two hours of ill-fated efforts to match the original's style and graphic violence. What a useless movie.