Showing posts with label 1990s. Show all posts
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Tuesday, January 7, 2014

The Rapture



The Rapture
1991
Director: Michael Tolkin
Starring: Mimi Rogers, David Duchovny, Kimberly Cullum

I’ve made it a point to avoid organized religion in my life.  I’m not averse to the concept of a higher power, but religion bothers me.  Despite these personal preferences, however, I am more than open to films that explore faith and religion, and especially how the two converge.  By partaking of art that deals with these topics, I know that I am working out some of my own questions while I watch.  I was looking forward to seeing The Rapture because I knew the basic premise – moral degenerate finds faith – and was hoping to delve into these issues yet again.  In all honesty, though, The Rapture let me down. 

Sharon (Rogers) is a telephone operator who says the same twenty odd words at her job all day long and goes trolling for sexy locals with her swinging friend at night.  She meets Randy (a mulleted pre-X-Files Duchovny), picks up a hitchhiker, and overhears her co-workers talking about some sort of religious dream involving a pearl.  Eventually, she realizes she has been living in sin and becomes essentially a born-again Christian, believing fully that the Rapture will come any day now and she will be whisked away to Heaven.  She manages to ditch her old ways and converts Randy, getting married to him and having a child, Mary (Cullum).  Things get interesting, however, when several events happen to test her faith.


My big problems with The Rapture have little to do with the fact that it’s about faith and Christianity.  I’m cool with that.  I’ll watch that story.  No, my problems with it are all about Sharon’s journey.  Sharon has two major character changes to go through, the first where she finds faith and the second where she might lose it.  I’ve seen several films that deal with either finding or losing faith, and find them fascinating… when done well.  I didn’t buy either of Sharon’s transformations, and as such, I was annoyed with this movie.

Frankly, the movie had me for about the first half hour or so.  There are signs and hints in the movie up to this point that suggest some sort of mythical, mystical, slightly cult-like faith.  Door-to-door messengers for God have an intriguing conversation with Sharon.  Sharon is fascinated with an enormous pearl tattoo on the back of one of her sexual partners.  Conversations with Randy, before their conversion, bring up issues of right and wrong and the messages of religion.  There is a feeling here of something unknown, unknowing, just beyond the grasp of human consciousness.  I am 100% in favor of this sort of mood in a film.  It’s the same mood that permeates The Last Wave, another movie indirectly about the Rapture and issues of faith, and I think The Last Wave is pretty damn good.  For the first half hour, I was excited, because The Rapture was shaping up to have this same sort of aura of mysticism and faith.  Great!  I’ll take it, I will gladly watch your movie.


But then we run into trouble.  Sharon feels these slight pulls around her, she can smell that something seems to be happening, but then BAM she wakes up one morning born-again.  She transitions too fast, far too fast, and with absolutely zero self-doubt.  I didn’t buy her conversion in the slightest.  One minute she’s having sex with David Duchovny (lucky girl) and the next she tells him to get out of the bed because the sheets are unclean and so is she and she wants her salvation and will meet her God, and in the same scene she’s quoting the Bible.  Wait… what?  This is how religious conversion works?  Just like that, in the flash of a moment, you go from zero to sixty?  Now, I cannot speak for those who do, in fact, claim to be born-again, so maybe it really does work that way, but it doesn’t work for me.  I can’t believe it for a second, and for this movie to work, you really have to believe Sharon.  What’s worse, Sharon later manages to convert Randy, but we never even see his conversion.  He goes from cynical lay-about to Christian leader in the space of a film edit.  Maybe this is my problem; I enjoy seeing people grapple with faith and religion, and that is not what I was treated to in this film.  I was expecting things The Rapture had absolutely no intention on providing me with.  Perhaps my expectations did me in, but I really cannot forgive a movie that is so much about one woman’s journey in faith for not actually SHOWING me a damn lick of that journey.

The other major problem in Sharon’s story is her facing a loss of faith in the final act of the film.  For the middle third of the film, the story has managed to convince me, somewhat against my will, that Sharon has become a God-fearing proselytizing good Christian wife and mother.  The film spends a tremendous amount of energy proving this is true.  Fine, okay, I’ll bite, despite the fact that you never really show to me how she gets there, she whole-heartedly believes in Jesus Christ and God.  Fine, if it’s necessary for the story you want to tell me, I’ll believe it.  And then, just as suddenly, she’s losing her faith and might never get it back again.  Wait, what?  REALLY?  No.  Even facing the tremendous and horrible tragedies that Sharon goes through, I cannot believe that the woman the film spent such effort getting me to buy into would suddenly become so damn obstinate in her lack of faith, especially when the unthinkable occurs and she actually gets some PROOF.  Sharon is not as obnoxious as that, except, well, she apparently IS.  I just don’t buy it for a second.  And I’m angry at the film for making these two huge shifts in character development with tremendously little to go on.  Frankly, it’s bad writing, and Mimi Rogers isn’t nearly talented enough to overcome it.


It’s really too bad.  I wanted to go along with Sharon’s journey, I really did, and the rest of the movie serves well to bolster up around her story; for example, the production design is full of silence and tension and the delicious burn of a slow build.   But it falls so spectacularly flat.  Not even Will Patton and Patrick Bauchau, veteran character actors, can save it.  Not even several truly shocking twists in the final act are enough to save it.  Heck, not even David Duchovny’s ridiculously ripped abs can save it. 

It’s so frustrating to want to like a movie, but then realize it’s going to disappoint you.


Arbitrary Rating: 5/10.

Friday, August 30, 2013

Slacker



The end of summer vacation is a bitch, full of much gnashing of teeth and tearing of hair, and many many little anxiety attacks.  

 
Slacker
1991
Director: Richard Linklater
Starring: um… Austin, Texas

Technically speaking, I am part of Generation X.  However, I am on the tail end of what chronologically defines Gen X, and I grew up with enough awareness of the term to understand all the negative connotations that go along with it.  The characters in Slacker are full on Gen X, no doubt at all, and watching it makes me feel oddly nostalgic for the early days of The Real World.  I shudder, though, that this film represents a generation with which I am technically a part. 

Slacker isn’t so much a story as it is a conceit: it is essentially a series of vignettes strung together by coincidence set in the city of Austin, Texas.  We watch a few people, who are almost always young, unemployed, and pseudo intellectuals, as they have a conversation.  After a few minutes, one of the group leaves the conversation and the camera follows and moves on, finding a new conversation and a new group of young people.  This continues as we spend our whole day meandering around the city, jumping from group to group.  There are conspiracy theorists, nutjobs, anarchists, New Age gurus, and lots and lots of ramblers.

  
I’m not a huge fan of this movie, but it has its moments, most of which I find a bit blackly comic.  I’m particularly amused by the conspiracy theorist, credited at imdb by the role “Been on the moon since the 50s.”  His utter conviction and nonstop spouting made me smile, as did how easily he passed from having a discussion with one young man to having it with entirely different people.  Next up is the young man who’s honest enough to pay for his own newspaper walking into what is easily the most bizarre diner where a patron yells at him to “stop following me!”, the owner tells him to “cut it out!”, and the woman at the counter tells him it’s inappropriate to sexually assault women over and over.  Poor guy… and he just wanted change for the newspaper!  Similarly, one of my favorite sequences is when a would-be robber holds up a homeowner at gunpoint, only to have that homeowner turn out to be a raging anarchist who not only talks the robber down but seriously schools his ass.  The fact that the anarchist is an elderly gentlemen is just icing on the cake. 

There are moments of sympathy in Slacker as well, although they’re few and far between.  A young woman who gives a quarter and a Diet Coke to a homeless man then tolerantly puts up with a Kennedy wingnut’s ramblings and very kindly excuses herself without putting him down in the slightest.  A different young woman makes a slanted illusion to having some fairly serious health issues, and there is definite tension in her conversation with a young man, who rather bluntly steps over her confession and begins talking about himself instead.  Every now and then, through all the meandering conversations that seem to be going nowhere, there is a spark of real emotion, a hint of real kindness or real pain.

  
But for the most part, Slacker is full of void.  This is obviously on purpose, as it is a commentary on the “Slacker” mentality that seemed to be the defining feature of Gen X in the early nineties.  Rambling conversations by pretentious unemployed dicks about Dostoyevsky or the power of the video image are so maddeningly vacuous that I wind up wanting to throttle half the characters.  And this is really my biggest issue with Slacker; I wouldn’t mind the portrayal of this sort of mentality as much if I myself felt more removed from it.  I find myself in this odd duality, where I know that I’m a member of Gen X, this generation portrayed here in Slacker, and yet I feel absolutely no kinship with anyone in the story.  I bristle that this is how “my” generation is seen.  And yet, maybe it was this portrayal of my generation in the media at large that I grew up with that helped me NOT become this.  I remember watching The Real World in the early years, watching Clerks when it just came out on home video, and certainly I remember how much everyone talked about Reality Bites.  Heck, I even did a research paper in high school comparing and contrasting Hemingway’s Lost Generation with Gen X.  I was incredibly aware of this media portrayal, and maybe, in some small part, it drove me to NOT fall prey to the Gen X stereotype.  After college, I fucking went to grad school.  I did something, goddammit, I studied and worked in a research lab, then student taught and got a goddamned career. 

I tend to be in favor of nonprofessional actors in films; usually they deliver surprisingly effective low key performances because they’re not trying to “act.”  I’m not sure if the actors in Slacker were nonprofessional or not, but if they were, then this could be the film that puts me off nonprofessionals.  The acting is painful.  PAINFUL.  The conversations are already rather rambling and awkward, and when you add on top of that awkward performances, it does not make for an enjoyable experience.  It’s like watching an Amateur Improv night down at the local comedy club, and not the good one that gets decent performers.  Just stop.  Just stop right there.

  
To end on a positive note, my favorite part of Slacker is also the most incongruous.  Linklater spends the whole film rambling around aimlessly, following people so apathetic they’re hardly breathing, and so then it is curious that he ends it with a segment that is the antithesis of everything that preceded it.  As the film goes from a wingnut driving around in his car shouting absurdities through his roof speakers, we suddenly cut to a group of young twentysomethings out filming their day adventure on a Super 8 camera.  They are happy – unironically happy, even – as they traipse about and “Skokiaan” plays joyously on the soundtrack.  These young people are doing something, they are not moping about indoors simply talking about doing something.  They are happy instead of lethargic.  I choose to interpret this ending as Linklater ending on an optimistic note, recognizing that not everyone in this generation is as downtrodden as the people who inhabit most of Slacker.    Is that what he’s really saying?  Who knows, but that is the ending I need it to be.  I need a bit of energy and happiness and optimism after an hour and a half of mind-numbing apathy.

I like the central conceit of Slacker quite a bit, and it definitely has a bit of nostalgic appeal as I remember growing up with this sort of media representation of who I am supposed to be.  But I am not this aspect of Gen X, and I have never been that way. 

Arbitrary Rating: 6/10

Friday, June 28, 2013

Galaxy Quest




Off Book: Galaxy Quest
Director: Dean Parisot
Starring: Tim Allen, Sigourney Weaver, Alan Rickman, Enrico Colantoni
1999

This looked liked the stupidest movie in the world when it came out.  It looked like a crappy parody of Star Trek.  ‘From the people who brought you Scary Movie 4 and Date Movie comes Galaxy Quest for all your mindless idiotic juvenile humor needs!’  Blech.  Who wants to see that?  Not me.  Then, about a year later, my parents and my sister, all intelligent people whose opinions I trust, informed me that I MUST see this movie.  I scoffed.  My husband scoffed.  My family chained me down in front of a television and made me watch it.

And then I laughed.  And laughed.  And laughed some more.

Holy crap, this movie is funny!  Not only is it funny, but it’s good!  Legitimately good!

  
As the movie opens, we learn that Galaxy Quest was a science-fiction TV show set in space that has long since stopped filming.  Its actors, however, cannot escape the enormous cult following the series has gained, and as such, they are stuck perpetually in their TV roles, going from convention to convention… until a group of aliens approach them about helping them fend off an attack from the evil alien Saris.  Turns out, these aliens saw the show in space and thought it was real.  Given the crew’s ability to solve any problem and defeat any enemy in the original series, the aliens figure that the crew of the Intrepid is the only group capable of dealing with their perilous threat.  Soon, the hapless washed up actors find themselves being asked to really pilot a spacecraft, to really defeat aliens, to really solve complicated technical problems, and to really save the day!

What might at first sound like a blundering parody of the pop culture phenomenon that is Star Trek is really an enormously loving homage.  This is not parody; parody is vulgar and crass, with jokes coming at the expense of story and characters.  Think Spaceballs.  Spaceballs is parody.  But homage respects and reveres its source material, sending it up lightly without being mean or vicious.


If you’ve ever seen any episode of Star Trek in any incarnation, any of the Star Trek movies, or even just have a basic idea of what Star Trek is about, you will enjoy this film.  Speaking as someone who has seen every single episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation multiple times, this movie gets it right.  Galaxy Quest, the TV show, IS Star Trek.  Moreover, I fully believe that it’s most meant to resemble The Next Generation, with one notable exception.  Tim Allen’s character, Jason Nesmith, played Commander Peter Quincy Taggert, a brash, chest-thumping commander who is a thinly veiled alter-ego of Captain Kirk.  After initially seeing the film, George Takei remarked that Allen had gotten William Shatner’s swagger down pat.  


There is so much classic Star Trek in this movie.  The basic spaceship design and the jumpsuit uniforms are the fundamentals, but true fans will get a kick out of more subtle details.  Dr. Lazarus (Alan Rickman as Alexander Dane), who is CLEARLY supposed to be Lt. Worf, has to eat horrid Kep-mok blood ticks that aren’t yet dead.  WORF DID THAT ALL THE TIME.  The “away mission” down to the rock planet to retrieve a replacement beryllium sphere, with the tricorder programmed with the location, the small blue baby aliens, and the fight with the pig-lizard and then rock monster, could be straight from any Star Trek episode – save for the washed up actors not knowing what to do on the mission.  Saris’ ship was clearly modeled on the Romulan vessels.  The fancy metallic casts for broken arms and legs are incredibly familiar.  The ship has to separate at the end of the film, something that was seen in a handful of Star Trek episodes.  Jason Nesmith and Gwen Demarco (Weaver, terrifically funny playing the polar opposite sci-fi heroine from her strong, empowered, courageous Ripley role) end up in the ducts of the Intrepid in order to evade enemy capture and save the day.  Given that all of these wonderful references and settings are couched in the conceit that the people in this situation have absolutely no idea how to handle themselves in space is even more delightful.


Galaxy Quest is hands down one of the funniest movies I’ve ever seen.  It’s that rarest of all comedies, a comedy that actually improves with successive viewings.  Most comedies run out of ammo after the first viewing.  The good ones last another five to ten screenings before running out of steam.  The great ones last forever and seem to actually get funnier the more often they’re viewed.  Galaxy Quest more than meets this last description, and what’s more, it manages to be funny without any sex, violence, or cursing.  Actually, the movie was originally filmed with a handful of swear words which were removed in ADR.  The most notable instance is one scene where Sigourney Weaver says, “Well screw that!” but her mouth does not match, mouthing instead the big f-bomb.  It’s actually refreshing to find a comedy that decided cursing was unnecessary.  Somehow, it didn’t need the swearing to be funny, a concept I wish more modern comedies would embrace.

Alan Rickman as Alexander Dane as Dr. Lazarus absolutely slays me.  Alexander Dane is a tortured British actor who used to do Shakespeare.  Now he does conventions in a silly alien headpiece.  The pain that is written all over his face when he is forced to say his character’s signature line (“By Grabthar’s hammer, you shall be avenged!”) is hysterical, not least of which when he has to say it at the opening of an electronics store.  Easily in my top five favorite lines of the film is Rickman’s drawn out and deadened delivery of “By Grabthar’s hammer… *long pause*… what a savings.”  He is so pained by having to say those words, I descend into a fit of the giggles every damn time.  On the blu-ray extras, Rickman admits to having trouble getting out that line because he kept laughing so much.

 
Speaking of favorite lines, this movie has them in spades.  Sam Rockwell gets to deliver most of them as Guy, an actor who played Crewman No. 6 and was killed before the first commercial break in episode 81 of Galaxy Quest.  He is the only one of the actors who ever watched the show with regularity, and as such, is much more aware of the peril of their situation than the others seem to be.  He knows the rules of Galaxy Quest, as it were, so when he says, “There’s a red… thingie… moving towards the green… thingie.  I think we’re the green thingie!” you’re dying with laughter.  Or on the away mission when the pod door opens, “Is there air?  You don’t know!”  Or better yet, “Look around you, can you construct a rudimentary lathe?”  Or even better, when all the other crew members want to cuddle the cute-as-a-button blue baby aliens on the away mission, “Sure they’re cute now, but in a second they’re gonna get mean, and they’re gonna get ugly somehow, and there’s gonna be a million more of them…. Did you guys ever WATCH the show?!?”  To which Gwen eventually responds, “Let’s get out of here before one of those things kills Guy!”

 
Oh god, and Tony Shalhoub as Fred Kwan as Tech Sgt Chen is HYSTERICAL.

I recently had the unbelievable pleasure of watching Galaxy Quest at the Dryden (the capstone of their “To the Moon in June” series).  I chatted a bit with the head programmer right before the movie started, and she was shocked at just how many people were there.  While certainly not full, the theater was very busy for a Wednesday night show; Galaxy Quest was a much larger draw than they had anticipated.  And then as soon as the movie started, the laughter started.  The whole audience, self included, was in stitches in every scene save for the two serious ones.  Every SINGLE scene, and nearly every single line got a laugh.  I missed some of my favorite jokes because people were laughing so hard.  Heck, Guy’s “rudimentary lathe” line actually got extended applause, as did the film when the end credits rolled.  I was hoping that the audience at the Dryden would be as appreciative of this film as I am; needless to say, my expectations were more than met.

Really, trying to explain just how funny I find this film is an exercise in futility.  It makes me laugh every single time.  It is reverent of Star Trek and manages to send it up at the same time.  It’s a feel-good movie too, watching as the actors overcome their inabilities to actually outwit and defeat the tyrannical Saris (named after a film critic!).  If it’s been a long week, if I really need a chuckle, Galaxy Quest is guaranteed to lift my spirits and bust my gut with laughter.

Arbitrary Rating: 10/10

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Three Colors Trilogy - Blue, White, Red




The Three Colors Trilogy: Blue, White, Red – Happy Birthday, Krzysztof Kieslowski!
1993-1994
Director: Krzysztof Kieslowski
Starring: Blue: Juliette Binoche, Benoît Régent White: Zbigniew Zamachowski, Julie Delpy Red: Irène Jacob, Jean-Louis Trintignant, Jean-Pierre Lorit

At the end of his career (and life), Kieslowski made this trilogy of films that are nominally (and only nominally) focused on the themes represented by the three colors in the French flag: Blue for Liberty, White for Equality, and Red for Fraternity.  Having made the highly successful Decalogue film/mini-series (ten separate “episodes” about residents of an apartment complex, each episode dealing with one of the Ten Commandments), it is easy to see why Kieslowski was similarly drawn to a series of films linked in concept.  These three films turned out to be his final work, as he died two years after filming Red.  What a testament to leave to the world of cinema.

In Blue, the first of the three films, Juliette Binoche (in a stellar performance) plays Julie Vignon, a woman who has recently lost her husband, a composer, and young daughter in a car accident.  She deals with this tragedy by attempting to shut herself off from the world.  She sells their house, their possessions, everything – she wants no reminders of her once happy life.  She seems angry when vestiges of her former life try to creep back in.  The film is very much about her healing process after the tragedy.

In White, Zbigniew Zamachowski plays Karol Karol, a Polish hairdresser whose young wife Dominique (Julie Delpy) is divorcing him for failure to consummate their marriage.  She not only divorces him, but freezes his bank account and locks him out of their home and business.  He is left with less than nothing but his continued love for his ex-wife.  He retreats to Poland where he builds up a somewhat shady business empire, then stages an elaborate ruse in order to get revenge on his ex-wife for her bitter treatment.  The film is a dark comedy.

In Red, Irène Jacob plays Valentine, a young student and model in Geneva who, through a series of events, meets a retired judge (Trintignant) who is spying on his neighbors’ phone calls.  The two form an unlikely bond despite their age and gender gap.  Simultaneously, the film introduces us to Auguste (Lorit), a young man studying to become a judge who happens to live right across the street from Valentine.  The two do not know one another but are consistently shown just missing one another in their daily lives.  The film is (among other things) a romance about the possibility of a relationship between Valentine and Auguste.

  
It’s an interesting trilogy in that it is three tremendously separate stories, not connected by common actors, characters, or even genres.  One could easily watch a single film from the trilogy and enjoy it on its own, and never watch the other two.  The three films function completely as stand-alone films. However, there is most definitely a thread that ties all three films together, and it is the central theme of human connectedness and the concept of choices versus destiny. 

SPOILER ALERT:  While I typically avoid revealing spoilers, I have thought long and hard about this and have come to the conclusion that the points I want to make about Blue, White and Red hinge upon me discussing the endings of the films.  I don’t normally like to do this, but the way Kieslowski uses narrative is critical to me in understanding his viewpoint of the world around him.  I am terribly sorry to say, then, that if you are interested in actually watching these films, and holy cow, are these terrific films,  please skip the next section.

  
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In the first two films, the main characters are desperately trying to sever connections with other people.  Julie in Blue is desperately angry at the world and responds by cutting herself off from it.  The “Liberty” of the Blue in the French flag is symbolized through Julie’s liberty – can she simply live?  Can she have liberty from her former, happy life, and reinvent herself as a single, lone person, dependent on no one?  Ultimately, the film says “No.” (And this is why I warn about spoilers.)  Julie ultimately lets people from her old life back into her world.  She takes up her husband’s compositions.  She allows herself to connect with other people.  She has spent the entirety of the film fighting this, but ultimately, she cannot disconnect herself from her life.  It is impossible.  Despite her choices, Destiny has other plans for her, and she must allow herself to feel and love again.

Karol in White is similarly trying to disconnect himself from his ex-wife, Dominique.  She has treated him so harshly, and has easily disconnected from him, but his overwhelming love for her (bordering on obsession) keeps him from forgetting her.  He wants revenge for her treatment, he wants his “Equality.”  The ruse he plays is harsh indeed – he fakes his own death, leaves her his shady business in his will, and then calls the cops on her, letting her take the fall for his illegal dealings.  She winds up in jail in Poland.  Karol, having effectively gotten his revenge, was then supposed to flee to Hong Kong and live out the rest of his life there, happy in the knowledge that he got her back; however, he cannot do that.  He cannot leave her.  He loves her.  He cannot disconnect from her, and stays in hiding in Poland, visiting the courtyard of her prison every day, gazing up at her barred windows.  Try as they might, Karol and Dominique are strongly connected to one another.  They were foolish to ever try to separate from one another.

In Red, the film is not so much about people attempting to sever connections, but rather, the formation of new ones and just how deep those new connections are.  Valentine and the old judge connect through what one can certainly call Fate – she runs over his dog, and thus goes to his house.  There she is horrified to discover he is calmly spying on his neighbors’ intimate phone conversations.  Despite all of this, she keeps coming back to his house, usually drawn by the dog in question (who lives – she didn’t seriously hurt her), and the subsequent long conversations between Valentine and the judge show her that he’s not a perverted old man, just a lonely old man.  They form an unlikely friendship, easily representing the “Fraternity” of Red in the French flag.  All the meanwhile, the film plays with the idea of the connection between Valentine and Auguste, the young judge-in-training across the street.  We are constantly shown them in the same frame, nearly missing each other.  These are two people who are almost connected to one another, but not quite.  Will Fate see fit to bring these two people together?  As Roger Ebert said in his review of the film, “What a nice couple these two people would make.”  

  
Additionally, not only is there the question about the connection between Valentine and Auguste, but also between Auguste and the old judge.  After all, Auguste is a judge in training, so they share an occupation.  Auguste and the old judge both dress similarly and both own dogs.  Kieslowski goes much further than that, however; things get really funny when the old judge starts telling Valentine stories of his youth, and wow, didn’t we see that exact same thing happen to Auguste about thirty minutes ago in the film?  We are in her shoes when Valentine asks the old judge, “Who are you?”  Are the old judge and Auguste one and the same person?  Is the old judge some sort of omnipotent soul, looking beyond his timeline into both his own past, and Auguste’s future?  Is the old judge reflecting on Valentine not as a new friend, but as a second chance at love, as the person that he missed meeting in his youth the first time around?  Is he trying to atone for his past blindness by bringing Valentine and Auguste together in this new lifetime?  Can he get Valentine and Auguste to actually meet one another when they seem to keep missing each other?  These questions are all incredibly tantalizing and, I may add, make Red my favorite of the three films. 

Something I truly loved about all three of these films, and what I hope to see more of when I delve further into Kieslowski’s catalogue, is his subversion of the concept of traditional film genres.  In Blue, a film most definitely representing tragedy and loss, we are not given the typical establishing shots of a happy family.  We never see the “before” Julie, the Julie prior to the accident.  We only know her after the accident.  We follow through her healing process, which is definitely intense and has moments of bleak sadness and long stretches of depression, but the film most definitely ends on an upper.  Julie has found a way to feel again.  It’s a tragedy that, well, isn’t.  Similarly in White, the comedy of the three, there are certainly a few moments of broad comedy and plenty of moments of dark comedy, but the film ends on a decidedly poignant and rather sad final note.  Karol has been unable to separate from Dominique.  We end the film by seeing Karol gazing up at Dominique in her cell with tears streaming down his face; not exactly a cheerful ending (although there is room for interpretation there).  And in Red, we are focusing on the “romance” between Valentine and Auguste, and yet they are both involved with other people.  They don’t even know the other exists.  They spend the entirety of the film separated from one another, only brought together in the final moments of the entire trilogy, and only brought together through an unspeakable tragedy.  They don’t have a “meet cute,” what you would expect after such a long, tantalizing buildup.  They have a “meet horrific,” which, by the way, we don’t actually SEE.  We simply see a news broadcast that shows the two of them together.  We know they have met.

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Ebert commented on this genre subversion, calling Blue the “anti-tragedy,” White the “anti-comedy,” and Red the “anti-romance.”  I don’t know if I completely agree with this.  I understand what Ebert is trying to say, but I don’t like his use of the prefix “anti-“ here.  “Anti-“ means “opposite of.”  An “anti-tragedy” would be the opposite of a tragedy, which, in simplistic genre terms, is a comedy.  Blue IS a tragedy.  A woman is grieving.  But it’s not a tragedy in the typical play-out of a tragedy.  White and Red are the exact same way – they are most certainly a comedy and a romance, respectively, but they do not follow the predetermined paths of comedies and romances.  Kieslowski is smart, so smart, he knows how to lead his audience down the primrose path and then take a hard left turn.  Honest to god, when I was watching these three films for the first time, had absolutely no idea where the films were going.  They kept me on my toes – and isn’t that a glorious thing? 

Kieslowski most definitely didn’t like giving the audience what it expected, and that was wonderfully refreshing.  For example, in Blue, Kieslowski repeatedly uses a fade to black.  We, as the audience, have been trained to understand that the fade to black represents the passage of time.  How disconcerting it is, therefore, to come back from his fade to black, only to find ourselves still in the exact same scene.  It as if the lights dimmed on the conversation, only to come up on it again.  The first time he does this, I was completely caught off guard.  By the end of the film, I loved it.  Kieslowski is using classic film language in a completely nontraditional manner.  He does this with editing and tone in Red.  When we first meet the old judge, the film is setting up everything around him to convince us that he is “evil” or “a bad man.”  We do not like him.  He is threatening.  Soon, the judge moves from threatening to romantically interested in Valentine – or is he?  Kieslowski keeps us guessing about his intentions, which is precisely the point.  Red is a romance unlike any other romance, but it is a romance nonetheless, and ditto for the other two films.  Kieslowski gives us a tragedy, a comedy, a romance, all done in a completely nontraditional manner.

  
There is a distinctly political angle to the three films as well.  Kieslowski was in favor of a unified Europe (much like we have today, but one which is currently in danger of collapsing in on itself).  His outward portrayal of such a Europe in Blue is a good 10 years before its time.  Similarly, in Red, he sets it in Switzerland but has characters in England and France, showing fluidity across borders.  Most notably, though, he shows his political hand in White, which is good, because White needs all the help it can get against the towering awesomeness of the other two films.  Poland was newly capitalist when White was made, no more than two years after the Iron Curtain had been lifted.  Karol’s relationship with Dominique can easily be viewed as allegorical, with Karol representing Poland and Dominique representing France.  Poland, finally making the switch to France’s ways, finds that France has abandoned it, and is suddenly broke and crippled in the process.  Man, if that isn’t a political statement, I don’t know what is.  Similarly, Karol viciously exploits capitalism in the film, making a buck off anything and buying nearly everything.  He swoops in on a business deal by pretending to be asleep in the back of a car.  He buys land out from under the nose of his boss in a rather slimy move, then sells it back to him at an enormous mark up.  Yes, Karol gets ahead in business this way, but he’s not really being nice about it.  And yet, that’s capitalism. 

The scores in the film are powerful.  Considering that music is a focal part of the plot in Blue, it makes sense that the music is correspondingly thrilling.  Highly reminiscent of Beethoven, yet updated for the twentieth century, Kieslowski uses it not only as background, but also as key plot points.  The music is deep, soulful, and haunting; everything you would expect to hear in a film about recovery from grief.  The score in White has two very distinct tones to it.  In the first part of the film, when Karol is being bullied by his wife, the tone is despondent – naturally.  The second he gets back to Poland, however, the tone drastically changes, to a plucky spritely tune, and it never changes back.  It’s emphasizes Karol’s commitment to his plans for revenge.  The score in Red gets increasingly tension-filled as the movie progresses yet always maintains a sense of optimism and hope, much like Valentine’s character.  I was reminded of Ravel’s Bolero, a piece which builds in complexity and power despite maintaining the same tempo and melody.  It was an apt comparison. 

 
There is so much more to say about these three films – the lighting (which is painfully beautiful), the color play (obvious, given the titles of the films, but really cool all the same), the meaning behind the few scenes that link the three films together, the concept of the god-like figure of the judge in Red, but really, I think you can, by now, discern my enthusiasm for the films.  I originally only borrowed Red from my local library.  I holed myself up in our bedroom one night and watched it.  When it ended, my jaw was on the floor, and I proceeded to immediately go downstairs and rant and rave to my husband about how amazing it was.  It was so amazing, in fact, that I wanted to watch it over again.  Immediately, that very night.  I can’t remember the last film I felt that way about; in fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever had that strong a desire to immediately rewatch a film for the sheer joy of it.  The very next day I went out to the library again and borrowed Blue and White, and then watched the entire trilogy “in order.” 

These films were the first of Kieslowski I have ever seen, and I am beyond intrigued now.  His powerful sense of humanity, of interconnectedness, and of cautious optimism for the human race give these three films a soul I have rarely come across in cinema before.  I have not felt this enthusiastic over a new film or films in a very long time.  These are something special.  I cannot wait to see more of his films.

Arbitrary Ratings and final thoughts:
Blue: 10/10 – Binoche is mind-blowing in the best role I’ve yet seen her in.
White: 8/10 – My least favorite of the three, but comically poignant nonetheless and much stronger when its political parallels are considered.
Red: Can I give this an 11?  Wait, it’s my review, so I can?  Awesome.  11/10.  Beyond perfect.  Raises tantalizing questions about fate and destiny all the while being incredibly romantic.  I love it.  My new favorite film, and I don’t say that lightly.