Abbas Kiarostami, the great Iranian postmodernist who died last summer at the age of 76, used to say that he preferred the kind of movies that put their audience to sleep. “Some films have made me doze off in the theater,” he would explain, “but the same films have made me stay up at night, wake up thinking about them in the morning, and keep on thinking about them for for weeks.” So while I passed out (and passed out…
Lynne Ramsay directing Joaquin Phoenix in a *super* art house TAKEN (complete with POINT BREAK stylings) that's glazed with Jonny Greenwood's best score to date. obviously hacked within an inch of its life but the skeleton is fascinating. i wanted to watch this over from the start as soon as it ended.
Jacques Demy for the digital age... walks the uneasy bridge between romance and reality almost as nimbly as Singin' in the Rain did the one between silent films and talkies.
i think this is a more difficult — and more rewarding — film than some people are expecting, or will be interested in seeing. the way it disintegrates from the technicolor to the quotidian, from a romance about movies to a movie about romance... it's a bold move, executed to…