Opening on a picturesque moonlit New York City, as soon as Dean Martin belts out ‘That’s Amore’, I was swept away by Moonstruck, a visual feast of a film depicting a world where true romance comes from the most unexpected places and cosmic signs are manifest.
Yet this Cinderella-esque story is best appreciated as a touching story of generational triumph and familial love, of the world that one Italian family has built for themselves in and brought to The Big…
La Notte initially struck me as not much more than a gratuitous exercise in aesthetics and intellectual discourse. However, slowly it becomes a highly discomforting reflection on ageing and the fickleness of genuine feeling.
It all begins and ends with Jeanne Moreau. I haven’t seen any of her other films yet her incredibly moving understated performance as Lidia, wife and counter-piece to Mastroianni’s unfaithful writer Pontano, seals her a place in the halls of fame. Lidia’s quiet sadness and Pontano’s…
Andrew Dominik's "Blonde" is at best a basterdisation and at worst an insensitive, downright disrespectful fabrication. What has been touted as a feminist triumph in fact frames Norma Jeane as a one note character longing to fill the void left by her absentee father. I was astounded by how a film so critical of the patriarchy and the male gaze can be simultaneously so misogynistic! Dominik is so quick to call out the degradation of Marilyn Monroe for the screen…
