Synopsis
A kinky voyage with a full head of steam.
A passenger on a cruise ship develops an irresistible infatuation with an eccentric paraplegic's wife.
1992 Directed by Roman Polanski
A passenger on a cruise ship develops an irresistible infatuation with an eccentric paraplegic's wife.
Peter Coyote Emmanuelle Seigner Hugh Grant Kristin Scott Thomas Victor Banerjee Sophie Patel Patrick Albenque Smilja Mihailovitch Leo Eckmann Luca Vellani Richard Dieux Danny Wuyts Daniel Dhubert Nathalie Galán Eric Gonzales Jim Adhi Limas Boris Bergman Olivia Brunaux Heavon Grant Charlene Geoffrey Carey Robert Benmussa Claire Lopez Shannon Finnegan Frédérique Lopez Ysé Tran Claude Bonnet Stockard Channing Jérôme Frazer
Fine Line Features R.P. Productions Les Films Alain Sarde Timothy Burrill Productions Columbia Pictures Canal+
Keserű méz, Горькая луна, Perversa luna de miel, Lunas De Hiel, Lunes de fiel, Luna amarga, Perversa luna de hiel, Lua de Fel, Lunas de hiel, 偷月迷情, 苦月亮, Acı Ay, Luna di fiele, Lua de Mel, Lua de Fel, Gorzkie gody, Hořký měsíc, Lună amară, Τα Μαύρα Φεγγάρια του Έρωτα, ירח מר, 비터 문, Горчива луна, Bitter måne, Horký mesiac, 赤い航路, Гіркий місяць, Kartus mėnuo, 鑰匙孔的愛, მწარე მთვარე, ماه تلخ, Katkera kuu, Tuần Trăng Mật
I DON'T THINK I'LL EVER STOP SCREAMING ABOUT THIS MOVIE!!! peter coyote describing a golden shower as "my nile, my ganges, my jordan, my fountain of youth, my second baptism" is just... pure cinema.
35mm. Quad Cinema.
Peter Coyote licking milk off of Emmanuelle Seigner's breasts to the tune of George Michael's Faith = the only thing that matters.
In the seemingly endless saga of films in which Hugh Grant plays a little bitch, this is by far the most unusual.
- What happened to your dance classes?
- Dancing has to come from the heart.
- So?
- My heart is broken.
From Roman Polanski comes a film about the sick pleasure of listening to a creep tell a problematic story. 100% Pure Cinema. God Coyote. The scene with Emmanuel Seigner and the milk is... (*turns into a Tex Avery wolf*)
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It's fitting that Bitter Moon takes place on a ship in the wintertime. The promise of a getaway, and a mended marriage, is halted by the frosty chill of distant relationships and sexual boredom. The vast scenery of the sea makes for a ambiguous recurring image, especially when the only thing to do in these cramped, seasick cabins is to listen to Peter Coyote wax poetic about Emmanuelle Seigner and their nasty history. No matter the deviancy on display, director Roman Polanski makes a point to over play the dynamics between the alluring couple with wordy clarity, while Hugh Grant and Kristin Scott Thomas struggle to say anything at all. A horned-up escapade that never forgets to be sad and mean and self-aware at every turn, with the audience perpetually trapped as the ship sways along the water.
Roman Polanski is our greatest director because the two times he truly bared his soul were for a) plumbing the unfathomable horrors he witnessed during the Holocaust and b) a movie where Peter Coyote tells Hugh Grant that being pissed on by Polanski’s wife was “my Nile, my Ganges, my Jordan, my fountain of youth, my second baptism.”
filthy little scumbag, you!
it's impossible to watch Bitter Moon without the knowledge of Polanskis rascalities, and seeing it as an own little psychoanalytic journey into his mind of male fantasies, fetishes, desires and anxieties - very similar to Fellinis sprawling epics. women are only objects here - femme fatales, but the fatality they arouse is already implanted in the man's mind, as the inceptor of his drives.
this is fascinating to watch, although I don't see how anyone can take this serious as a "sexy thriller". Hugh Grant is close to a comic relief (a relieving presence actually), Emmanuelle Seigner is - frankly said - a joke of the image Polanski must have had in mind (and the fact…
This movie's anti-Titanic. The boat doesn't sink and all references to (true) love turn out to be deceiving illusions. I absolutely loved it.