"I should be making violent love to you behind a palm tree."
Yes, young Laurence Olivier, you should be!
Bisexual badass British bitch Charlize kicking Commie ass in 1989 Berlin while drenched in Wong/Refn-style neon, wearing gorgeous clothes, and set to a bangin' New Wave (mostly) soundtrack? What did you expect me to rate it?
When the judge asks her to remove her hat, and she does. . . CUNT
Some nice visual touches, strong supporting performances from reliable character actors, and a genuinely moving lead performance from Freddie (I did cry more than once mainly because of him), but there’s an x-factor here that’s missing, and it’s not just Sten being a relatively inexperienced actress perhaps struggling with a language barrier; in fact, overall, I think she’s perfectly fine here (but undeniably she hits a few sour notes here and there). There’s something that can feel a bit too dead/dry/stuffy/overproduced (as someone I follow said: “taxidermied”) here at times that ultimately just keeps it from greatness for me.
So many possible reviews I could write, so please enjoy a few different options:
1. I would’ve done the same thing with that bathwater. 😂👀😅🥵
2. That scene with Ollie and Venetia gives a whole new meaning to “eating the rich”.
3. “Well, mark me down as scared and horny.”
5. The Fall of the House of Catton
6. And lastly:
“You and your museum of lovers
The precious collection you've housed in your covers
My…
Visually sumptuous and technically unimpeachable, and that ballet sequence is one of the greatest things I've ever seen, but emotionally this left me a little bit cold. Therefore, A Matter of Life and Death just barely remains my favorite Powell & Pressburger thus far.