There was something artificial about the entire film as narrative drama. More a discourse upon a series of ideas than a fictional telling of a tale in which the audience is respected enough not to be hectored by a writer's (and director's) agenda of race, gender opinion. And though I don't want to bash it too violently, some of the dialogue was terribly stilted--no-one speaks that way but machines.
"Life is not only the exterior elements, it's the deeper things, the philosophy of the period, the art of the period, the thinking of the period, the way of living in that period. Everything is around his films."
---Henri Langlois speaking on Louis Lumiere's 19th c. films
I think we could say the same for Renoir's A Day in the Country. Even over and above the story, moving camera, narrative editing of Jean Renoir's genius (in the specific meaning of…
Preposterous, sterile and boring. A glossy hat trick for dismissal. Movie, you're fired. Even Satan hates you for being so dazzlingly superficial and Trump-like in your mocking estimations. Go, just go. Never expect the sound department to do the dramatic heavy lifting ever again. You are tongues wagging at a business meeting, each too soon made glad in attempting to find a layer of irony that will exonerate them from being tongues wagging at a business meeting. TND, your adolescent…
A behemoth. A mythic tale of almost endless interpretation and catalyst for thought. Perhaps a primer for what makes males tick down deep--somewhere primal, ruthless and untiringly perverse from our addiction to the genetic brotherhood's range of violence. Gentlemen, I offer you your peers; ladies, your fiancés.
It isn't only Doc Tydon's "man in a smoking jacket, whiskey and soda," who succumbs to the affectability of progressive civilization, all the while hypocritically rationalizing his deepest and oldest demons--what John Donne…