Hello to Jason Isaacs.
Famously cut to bits before release, it’s hard to tell if the original film would have found its tone easier than the released version that feels like it’s just coming together right as the credits start rolling.
Also at one point, I noticed how much Robert Stephens sounded like Rik Mayall and, God, how great would it have been if he’d been given the chance to play this character??
Would make a great double-bill with Sedmikrásky (1966). Twenty years after the end of the war, the young women of France are singing and dancing in glorious summer technicolour, talking about how love is "the sole authority". Meanwhile, on the other side of the iron curtain, the young women of Czechoslovakia are talking about smashing the system and generally not giving af.
Annoyed at myself for leaving it so long before finally watching this film. I was feeling a little…
I fucking LOVE this film. It's my ultimate comfort film.
There's a bit, a plot point, where Mary McDonnell was pretending to be hooked up with Stephen Tobolowsky on a computer date to get his office access card and his voice print and stuff and she gets stung. Except they make it look like she's not stung. And then, being a pro grifter, she goes "This is the last computer date I go on" and Ben Kingsley mafia-hacker goes…
The Price of Desire was the opening film of this year's Dublin International Film Festival. And it took every ounce of my strength not to walk out of this 'gala event'. I haven't been so angry at a film in a long time. I was actually sitting in the cinema, shaking with anger with how badly put-together the film was.
The director came out to introduce the film and she seemed less focused on talking about the film and more…