At first, I loved Double Lover. In the early going especially, the storytelling was strong, driven by the leads’ performances. But the story was uneven, eventually falling into a derivative doppelgänger tale crossed with silly, even absurd, David Cronenberg-esque elements. David Lynch has proven to be the master of the doppelgänger / film as soufflé . A key to his success is that he doesn’t belabor the point. The doppelgänger isn’t the story itself, as it was with Double Lover. For Lynch, it’s almost incidental to the larger story at hand.
As the doppelgänger elements were mishandled here, a better tack would have been more the approach displayed in Thelma. That is, the approach of a better movie. 5/10
Comparison Notes: Vertigo, Cronenberg films, Mulholland Drive + other Lynch projects.
Like most award-contending films of 2017, Call Me by Your Name is highly overrated — but there is a certain kind of wistful charm, and I liked the music including ’80s classics and original pieces by Sufjan Stevens. 6/10
Comparison Notes: Blue is the Warmest Color, La Cérémonie, A Bigger Splash, Gregory’s Girl
Not to be confused with Thelma and Louise. It’s just Thelma here.
Knowing filmmaking locked onto a tight character-driven story kept me enrapt.
Note: Two Norwegian films within a month of one-another: what’s going on? Is Norway the new France for film?
SPOILER ALERT: I suggest watching only HALF of the trailer below. It gives away too much.
Comparison Notes: Recommended: Donnie Darko, Sleeping Beauty, The Craft; Not recommended: Ich Seh Ich Seh, The Square, Raw. A number of similarities exist between Raw and Thelma. Thelma is the right way to do it.
The Square is interesting, perhaps, but more so self-important. Pretentious even. It is ultimately a small movie, and I’m not talking budget. I didn’t hate it, but there’s too much nonsense and weak elements masquerading as something bigger — a veil I saw right through. 4/10
PS: The fact that so many critics thought The Square better than director Ruben Östlund’s previous work Force Majeure lays bare why I write a movie blog. A lesser critic called The Square “Smart, Sharp.” I got news for you: I’m smarter than you, and I say The Square was not smart. The ape-man finale that you thought was so clever was ridiculously untenable.
I love good edgy indies foreign and domestic; Raw is not one of them. I wasn’t buying most of it, and there wasn’t enough style or substance to overcome its many issues, for example I never felt like I was watching students at a veterinary school, but maybe some sort of weird cult. More problems:
SPOILER ALERT! SPOILERS ALERT! This girl is a devout vegetarian one moment, and the next, for no good reason, is scarfing meat down with abandon. Vet students are animal haters? And she grew up never seeing her father with his shirt off? These and many other issues toss Raw down to B-movie territory, except there’s not enough fun to elicit that B-movie charm. Forced, inorganic storytelling exacerbates these weaknesses.
Still, there was a certain raw, explosive power to the movie that kept it engaging. But even in this regard, when the director was holding a straight flush she folds.
On top of everything else, Raw just wasn’t as original as it’s been made out to be; see Comparison Notes. Entering the local arthouse, I was told that someone had fainted during a previous showing. Barf bags and warning signs were hastily dispatched. I so wished that Raw lived up to all the hype. 5/10
PS Raw is categorized as a horror film, but it’s a joke as a horror film. Hardly horrifying.
Comparison Notes (all recommended): for infinitely better French ‘fare’ about consumption of human flesh — which they have a knack for, check out the greats Delicatessen and Les Amants Criminels; Teeth, every vampire movie ever (Only Lovers Left Alive looks like a masterpiece by comparison), Antichrist, The Neon Demon
If you cross House of Sand and Fog with Prisoners and watching paint dry in Tehran, you might end up with something like The Salesman. This movie won the best foreign film Oscar, which completes the Academy’s trifecta of totally blowing it for the 2016 season.
Critics adored this film and the director’s last U.S. release, About Elly. The Salesman was marginally more interesting than About Elly, but both offer more proof of critical praise based on political correctness. And movies from Iran, I suppose, are still such a novelty that anything must be good in the critics’ eyes.
If one took this exact same movie, set in Chicago or Tallahassee and in English, critics would be screaming about how bad it is. An oddity I noticed on this one: careless errors in the subtitling. Amazon Studios really phoned it in on that.
The Tomatometer is so wide of the mark on foreign films generally, and especially those of this director, that I’m done with these type of recommendations, at least until such time that a trailer really grabs the hell out of me. I found The Salesman to be gutless and uninspired. Beyond that, obvious implausibilities weigh on the story. A bit of effective drama toward the end raises it to 4/10.
I though Elle was going to be about a woman who was sexually assaulted, and then took that experience and instead of feeling victimized by it, turned it around, flipped the script and used it to her empowerment.
Instead, we get a muddled take on Basic Instinct-cum-pseudo Hitchcock psychological crime drama. Operative word is muddled. The movie held me well enough through the first half or so, but lost its way later on. A disappointed, marginal no. 5/10