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Look up at the sky. What do you see?
Melancholia. The Sun, the Moon. The Stars.
Look up again. What is that star?
Melancholia.
Justine, Claire and Melancholia.
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I can’t help but feel surprise and disappointment when I read the reviews of the movie I saw this Friday: The Way. I couldn’t really tell you all the reasons why it was just bad from minute 0 up, but just get the idea. All these comments on the film being emotional and very personal in a conventional but charming way are so not what I would ever expect from anyone to get. The opening scene prior to the turning point of the story is… bad. The camera tries to show us a sad story that will push the protagonist to a life-changing experience, but all I can think about with all those easy-cut fade outs, and the impersonal flash backs where the dad sees his son and regrets his past is that this is a children’s Disney movie without the children or any of the charming or redeeming qualities. It had all the stereotypical characters you could imagine, and all the same formula for character development. There is really nothing I can save about this film, and I’m widely confused as to how that got good reviews.
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Aww that sentence made my day. I love this movie.
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The title “Bad Education” only hints at what Almodovar’s magnificent new film is all about. While certainly the sexual abuse the boy Ignacio suffers at the hands of Father Monolo is largely the contributing factor in the way his life turns out, (the film’s most telling line occurs when the boy, on realising the priest’s betrayal, says that at that moment he lost his faith and his belief in God and hell, that he was no longer afraid and without fear was capable of anything), it is not, essentially, what the film is about.
Indeed, a much better, if perhaps a more blase title might have been “All About My Father”, for like Almodovar’s earlier masterpiece “All About My Mother” it is a film about artifice, role-play and deception. The opening credits, (a pastiche of Saul Bass with a Herrmanesque score) deliberately evokes late Hitchcock and the film recalls “Vertigo”, stylistically as well as thematically, another film about someone loving someone who is not whom they appear to be, each revelation building inexorably to a denouement as layers are quite literally stripped away. In a film which. in a sense, is ‘about’ acting, the performances are uniformly excellent, though to be fair, Gael Garcia Bernal, (certainly the best actor of his generation), stands head and shoulders above the rest playing a variation of roles, or rather a variation of the same role. All in all this is exquisite, pertinent all-encompassing film-making that only confirms Almodovar’s position in the front rank of world class directors.
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I also wanted to express the strength of cinema to hide reality, while being entertaining. Cinema can fill in the empty spaces of your life and your loneliness.
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