Celine & Julie Go Boating

Because I Said So

This movie is profoundly bad. I know, all the reviews said it was, but I hadn’t seen a profoundly bad movie in some time; I forgot how profoundly… bad… a movie could be. The worst part of it is, even Diane Keaton annoyed me through most of it and I’m embarrassed she would even have anything to do with a movie like this (she’s allowed to do a profoundly bad movie now and again but not such a regressive character, no, NO. Diane Keaton stands for something!). And the theater was packed, and everyone else loved it: laughing uproariously, falling all over each other as they exited. I will never understand the average filmgoer’s willingness to go along with something they have already seen countless times.

What Time is it There?

Hmm. Hmm. Don’t rush me! I’m thinkin’!

…[cautiously] I liked this movie very much. There. There’s a thought. Has a real feeling of authenticity and naturalness, not unlike what the Dardennes do, though prettier. The flow & pacing suit the film well — though for my taste, it is a slow film. I like things to happen in my long takes. Or, I’d be more of a psychologist than a behavioralist? This is rather a behavioralist film.

Hmm. Casts a spell not easily shaken, this I have to say. Vacillates between the truly fascinating and the redundantly dull, but throughout it maintains a tone that does cast a spell. This doesn’t affect my rating but I must say it: does everyone confront their loneliness through sex? Is that parallelism or laziness? Oh, it bores me. Eros is sick. Eros is sick.

Weeell. Tsai is quite an interesting filmmaker. This was a very cool mood piece. Looking forward to more, and wondering if I’ll acquire the taste…

A Woman is a Woman