Filed under: cinema, culture, film | Tags: Marcello Mastroianni; Federico Fellini; Italian cinema; foreign film; cinema verite;
I’ve been on some sort of Fellini trip as of late.
Just haven’t been able to get enough of the man and his supremely sensuous phantasmagoria of time, space, shadow and light.
Few directors have so effortlessly (seemingly) blurred the line of fact, fiction, fantasy and farce with such delirious delight … and I think it’s safe to say that 8 1/2, his 1963 masterpiece, is the high watermark of his artistic achievements. (Though not without heated debate, I’m sure!)
If you haven’t seen the film in a while, please revisit it… it’s the sort of film that is entirely like a good bottle of old wine.
Call it ‘neorealism,’ or any other fancy schmansy moniker you can conjure … whatever ‘it‘ is, I’ll tell ya right now, Fellini’s ‘it‘ is eternal.
Just ask Marcello.
Filed under: art, cinema, fashion, film | Tags: 19th century, Abbie Cornish, Ben Whishaw, Bright Star, Fanny Brawne, Jane Campion, John Keats
Normally, I am not exactly what you would call a fan of Jane Campion’s films.
But a few weeks ago, I went to the theater and gave her latest film, Bright Star, a chance. Mostly because Kenneth Turan, the Los Angeles Times’ resident film critic, gave it a simply glowing review … and Turan is rather known for not giving glowing reviews.
I went in with my nose firmly placed in the air, ready to massacre what I was certain would be a self-important, purposefully ‘arty’ picture. And, suddenly, about an hour into it, I realized that I was crying … for no apparent reason at all. It was simply a matter of an unexpected, rushing wave of emotion sweeping over me, and I was caught in its riptide, helpless to resist. The same sort of feeling one gets when reading a challenging poem: the initial distrust, and then, bang, the thrust of emotion that leaves you thoroughly winded … and utterly in love. Rather like a Keats poem, to be honest.
Which is why Bright Star, the delicately beautiful film about the famous love affair between the young John Keats and Fanny Brawne starring the exquisite Abbie Cornish and Ben Whishaw, is so powerfully sensitive and entirely effective. It feels like a poem … not like someone pushing poetry down your throat which, I’m sure you’ll agree, makes all the difference in the world.
Rapturous in its realism, Bright Star feels and breathes and seethes with life and love and beauty. The early 19th century has never been so extraordinarily organic. Even though just a spectator in 2-D, the film pops with color, and vibrancy—we feel the flush of wind on Fanny’s fabric, the fragility of Keat’s coat collar, the quiet sunlight over a field of lavender, the warm breath of a tentative kiss… it is something rarely achieved on screen with such mastery, and my previous issues with Ms. Campions’ pretension have been duly sated.
The film itself is not likely to make a dent in the coming awards season, such is the lot of films of its beauty and weight, but if there’s one thing sure to seduce Academy voters it must surely be the exquisitely artful use of costume. The fabric of Miss Fanny Brawne’s clothing is as much a part of the film’s tapestry as Fanny herself … below are a few of what I consider to be the highlights ….
Filed under: classic movies, hollywood, movies | Tags: Fred Astaire; MGM; Royal Wedding
The following film clip just sums everything up: why Fred Astaire is a legend, why the Studio System worked, why CGI sucks, why the movies were were once absolute magic, and why Hollywood today is utterly doomed. It’s all there. In this five and a half minute snippet from MGM’s Royal Wedding.
(for more Kitty Packard Pictorial fun with Fred–and Ginger too– click here.)
















