In search of the ultimate ironing picture.
Just writing words.
500 words or so on 'The Great Beauty'
'The Great Beauty' starts quiet, serene, achingly beautiful as the camera strolls round a church, casting its gaze on passersby and a singing ensemble - before someone falls down dead. We're greeted by the words 'Our journey is entirely imaginary, which is its strength.'
The serene is shattered by the raucously joyful, if not what will be soon be seen as the superficial. Into this joyful, dancing chaos, comes Jep, slowly twirling…
500 words or so on 'Jackie Brown'
It may be a mans, mans, mans world, but Jackie is taking it and walking off with it.
Some pictures are irrelevantly plotted. Some pictures are immaculately plotted. Few are both. ‘Jackie Brown’ is. Its a hangout, its a heist picture. Its unrequited love and payback and blaxploitation and pulp. Its an ironing picture - the best kind of picture.
Jackie’s had enough. Plans are afoot, and Jackie says this:
'Well, I’ve flown…
An undeniably powerful siege picture, far more interested in the philosophical battles amongst mens hearts and heads than it is in the blood and death. Far more interested in the dread. Far more interested in the complications of humanity.
Two absolute knock out lead performances, a fabulous score by Sakamoto and an ending that doesn’t aim to please.
A very good picture.
An absolute stunner. I’ve only seen this once and it was years ago, but amazed at how many of its moments were so familiar, all having made a undeniable indelible mark on my brain.
No weak links, everyone giving it their all. Particular props to Caine (heartbreaking) and Mullen (terrifyingly unhinged).
Not sure Owen’s ever been better.