…. probably because 2017 held very few outstanding moments in film for me. Am I not looking hard enough? Am I distracted? Sally Potter’s THE PARTY was acerbic and arresting but pretty minor and as 2018 begins it’s clear we need a fundamental rethink. Weinstein’s downfall has left cinema itself exposed: we need new stories, better told, generated by more women.
The monumental shock and dislocation of Jackie’s loss. An utterly believable and engaging car ride from hell. An evocation of this woman’s horror from first to last frame. Clear, empathetic, penetrating.
Great music, editing, directing, design, costume, hair and make-up, cast….. the whole list.
She’s lonely, angry, riven, woebegone and utterly perplexed. Give Natalie Portman that Oscar now!
Watching this beloved film again at the Rio this evening, it’s like rummaging through my own half remembered past. The wondrously cheap sets, bits of crockery, string and old wire only enhance the sense that the battles of the future will be assembled via all our rickety, unreliable yet deeply moved minds.
For me this is a father and son thing: my Dad took me to see the first Disney version when I was a kid and last night I took Dovid to see the 2016 remake. We bathed in the warmth and the humour. The original will always be the most magical for me: Disney at its anthropomorphic best, although the latest King Louis is a scary mountain of an ape. The two films are complementary. I’m ready to read the Kipling and to reflect on the real picture in present day India where the caste system lives on and real tigers are horribly slaughtered by poachers. It’s man who poses Shere Khan’s greatest threat.
If only the fact that there are no edits made up for the even bigger fact that we’re watching a bunch of idiots running round Berlin in two hours twenty minutes real time.
Call me very old fashioned, but a well placed cut is a marvellous thing.
An exercise in sheer pointlessness.