Off-duty film viewing only. Anything I'm working on, might be working on, or connected to anything I'm working on, won't be mentioned here.
A film that sells itself on its never-before-seen footage, but then proceeds to tinker with that footage in myriad horrible ways: colourised, up-ressed, motion smoothed, degrained, even adorned with pretend sprocket holes. (Stills photography gets in-motion sprocket holes, too, and gate weave – genuinely bizarre.) For a film that claims to present the real Maria Callas, it’s ironic that these manipulations lead her to so often resemble a totally unreal wax doll.
You know how the Doctor Who Christmas specials have a bit more extra money to spend, so there's flashier effects and maybe a guest star or two who used to do films, but the whole thing still feels very televisual in its execution and in its acting, and the dialogue doesn't always land because it's trying to simultaneously appease different audience demographics? That's exactly how this feels – and way before Matt Smith shows up.
Some immediate idle thoughts:
From a conceptual standpoint, I’m not sure if hooking the film primarily to audio from chat-show interviews is going to elicit the deepest of insights, given the format. Bowie was always good value on them, but I doubt he would deem them worthy of extracting any kind of biography, however loose/associative that may be. It also creates a huge gap toward the end as Bowie had moved out of the public eye.
The film relies a…