The Piano (1993, dir. Campion) - Many consider this a classic. Everyone considers it an Australian classic. Is it? IS IT REALLY?
...well, duh. I finally got a chance to check this movie out in it's entirety and colour me impressed.
I think one of the greatest things in films is when they can take a simple story (say, for instance a woman who loves to play the piano becoming a mail-order bride) and turn into works of art through the powers of dialogue (or lack there of) and images. And what a beautiful film it is. The music, the cinematography, the acting - what acting! Holly Hunter is so sublime. Anna Paquin takes a tricky role for a child and embodies it with enough childness and maturity that it works. Sam Neill does his intense thing well and Harvey Keitel is all potboiling anxiety. Those nude scenes? He gets away with them without coming off as silly or "oh, look at Harvey Keitel's pennis" comments. Great movie. A
Trois Couleurs: Bleu, Blanc, Rouge (1993, 94, 94, dir. Kieslowski) - Blue and Red are really good, let me get that out of the way. Both feature great performances and are beautiful to watch. White, the middle film of Kieslowski's trilogy, on the other hand is a complete mess. Truly, what on earth was going on there? It was boring, ugly, pretentious and stupid. The plot twists are rediculous and the only moment of any greatness is the very end (which i think is slightly usurped by the ending of Rouge. Still, I don't know how the trilogy as a whole says anything about "contempory French culture" or whatever the box said. B+, C-, B+