Three Fictions (MFF 2010)


A Somewhat Gentle Man
Film out of Norway with pace which is.. glacial? Is that, perhaps, the joke? Nothing in the film is very funny, and it’s one of the slowest films I’ve ever seen. No character moves with any energy, they’re sedate, dull. Even Skarsgård seems reluctant to draw from his talent.

Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives
I’m quite embarrassed to say I was terribly hungover on the morning of this screening, so while I retain plenty of images from the experience of the film, the emotional impact was all but nullified. And if that’s the case, how could I turn out a full review? But it’s possible that such a film cannot be reviewed with much accuracy. Uncle Boonmee lives in rural Thailand with the sister of his deceased wife. And he has kidney trouble. He’s on the way out. At dinner one evening, Boonmee’s former wife and her lost son materialize as Regular Ghost and red-eyed Monkey Ghost and, really, just communicate with Boonmee, and are present. And halfway through the film there is a much-talked-of and seldom-understood sequence that we’ll simply call Catfish Coitus.

OSS 117: Lost in Rio
Apparently Monsieur de la Bath pre-dates James Bond, despite the film’s reliance on Bond-spoof humor. This light comedy is certainly a step up from Austin Powers, but is an equally useless endeavor. There are a few genuine laughs, mostly acquired through oblivious racism and misogyny. The idea was stretched too thin, that’s all, probably because this is a sequel. But Jean Dujardin’s perpetual shit-eating grin is infectious. In fact, I think that’s what lured me into the cinema..


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