Wednesday, March 5, 2014

The Great Beauty


Is Felliniesque a real word?  Many critiques have compared The Great Beauty to Fellini, but given my limited knowledge of Fellini’s films I will not be one of them.

I understand what the Great Beauty is, by what it is not. It is not Cinema Paradiso, ILPostino or Malena. These films have directness, transparency and familiarity. They are as sophisticated and rich as the Great Beauty but their feet are on the ground.

The Great Beauty mocks superficialness. Jep (Tony Servillo) who is a successful upper class journalist lives life without attachments; no wife or children.  He goes to bed in the morning rises in the afternoon and in the evening goes to baccnal parties with blaring techno music and frenetic dancing by over aged people who should know better. Good life right? So why does he look unsatisfied? His life is filled with emptiness. At a point in life you look over your shoulder to see life lived, and at sixty five Jep hopes he sees something worthwhile.

He mocks members of his own class. For most of the film he wears a mask of disdain and when he laughs it is not clear if it is at others or himself. He carries himself with glib casualness. His loneliness is evident when he asks a magician to make him disappear. The closest he comes to a familial setting is sharing a bowl of soup at night in his boss’s office who is a female dwarf (Felliniesgue?). He also reflects on a love lost. This is a guy who you assume had copious conquests but he still fondly remembers a bare breasted beauty fifty years ago.


The film does not specifically identify the Great Beauty. Another wonderful Italian film gives some hint, Life is Beautiful.  Life is beautiful and full by loved ones and family.  Unfelliniesque, yes?

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Philomena


This movie lives up to its billing. It is simple, moving with outstanding acting. This is basically a two man play (ah, woman and man). Julie Dench and Steve Coogen are the protagonists. Dench is a Dame, after this performance she should be a Gran Dame.

Her performance is nothing short of a master class in acting. She can come off as an old ditty delighted in reading tear jerker pulp novels and next she is a strong willed mother researching for her son after fifty years. Even her wrinkles give a great performance. As with great acting it is the small nuances that leave their mark. Her held back tear is a door to her grieving heart. This soft old woman is made of iron.  We all think we would suffer the tribulations she endures for her child; keep that though.

One can argue Steve Googan is her straight man, but he is more than that. He is the Oxford educated journalist to her retired simple nurse. There are endless jokes to be made and there are tender and funny moments between them. Along their journey they form a bond of respect and affection.

This is a true story and if you leave the theater without shedding a tear either you were asleep or dead. I do not have much to say about excellence, it speaks for itself. See the movie.


Spoiler alert- The bad guys wear black and white and walk like penguins.