Showing posts with label Roman Polanski. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Roman Polanski. Show all posts

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Of Ghosts and Political Intrigue
Never expected an ordinary movie from Roman Polanski. Got as close to one as he has ever made. Based on the novel by Robert Harris, The Ghost Writer (Ewan McGregor) picks up an assignment to write the memoirs of the former British Prime Minister Adam Lang (Pierce Brosnan), a character based, by Robert Harris’ self-admission, on Tony Blair. The Ghost, though somewhat shaken by the fact that his predecessor on the assignment died under somewhat mysterious circumstances, embarks on his intrepid enquires to get to the bottom of the mysteries in Adam Lang’s life. The search for the truth is made more intriguing by the Ghost’s possession of his predecessor’s manuscript – and the several obvious attempts that unknown people are making to dispossess him of the same. Adam Lang, in terms of political affiliation, was indistinguishable from the US in terms of political ideology – but was there more to that aspect than met the eye? And who else was involved in the same? Travel bleak landscapes and sinister people in the Ghost’s search for the truth

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Saturday, September 20, 2008

Difficult and Depressive
Some movies can be read as easily as a fifth standard textbook. Others are as tough to decipher as the most abstruse poetry. The Tenant is a Roman Polanski movie that perhaps does not have a single interpretation as to its meaning – and that is quite the pleasure of watching a movie such as this. Trelkovski is a perfectly normal, if slightly more sober than the rest, tenant, who moves into the apartment of a woman (Simone Choule) who has recently attempted suicide and is lying in a hospital. The superficial relationship between Trelkovski and Stella, the persecution (or persecution complex) of Trelkovski, and the descent into depression and suicide, and the scream of a dying man (or woman?), bring out the angst of the immigrant, stereotyped, persecuted and inevitably given less than his due.

Sunday, May 18, 2008




Mixed bag


Many years of *not watching much by way of movies* can lead to many years of glorious catching up! Chinatown (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0071315/) is the kind of movie that one would dread reviewing, possible but not probable that one would be able to add much by way of fresh thought on what has been called in multiple fora as the "Finest Film of the 70's" and is in any case anthologized to weariness. Jack Nicholson is superlative, Roman Polanski signs off with a (wholly unnecessary?) macabre end. Made me think of cliches of brittleness and futility of life than suspense and the politics of water, really. Film noir calls for careful exploration

With a lot less trepidation, I write on Monty Python and the Holy Grail (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0071853/), pretty much popcorn to Chinatown's complex concoction. Comedic capers and Brit wit, and what really stands out for me is being relevant and genuinely funny thirty years down. Not a mean acheivement. And a hilarious one, too




Back to times more contemporary. Edward Norton remains a favourite, and neither American History X (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120586/) nor Primal Fear (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0117381/) in the least diminish. What would you say of this man in the former (juxtaposed as he is against a young and impressionable Edward Furlong (T2 etc))? I would say that Mr Norton is as accomplished an actor as any, carries off venal hatred and cold malice well, but unlike many that deviate and die, is prone to morality tales - American History X, and Kingdom of Heaven and Fight Club to boot, have him "come round" and question his chosen path. Not so Primal Fear. It is exciting as Anthony Hopkins is exciting as Hannibal, and it is unapologetic and unredeemed. One wishes the actor really gave us some notice of where his heart really lies. Richard Gere - well, I didn't quite get what the fuss with his performance was all about - much like George Clooney in Michael Clayton, I'd say - reserved, strong and ordinary





Cast of The Great Debaters on Oprah


In other noteworthy movies I have seen of late, Barton Fink indulgently questions creativity - both the Hollywood Movie Mogul kind and the Broadway inspired scriptwriter kind. Yet again Forest Whittaker and Denzel Washington dazzle us in The Great Debaters, another pre-affirmative action movie, this time with a debate team of a *negro* college taking on Harvard and winning - some of the debates make for good listening, Indian viewers may well like the repeated references to Gandhi, a contemporary in the 1930s setting of the movie. Untraceable is the periodic catharsis of out Internet-and-all-that-it-purports conscience and one cannot help wondering whether parts of the movie were not meant to titillate. No such *moral ambuiguities* in P2, your regular urban horror flick - I only chose this movie because Rachel Nichols looks remarkably attractive in it!


Scenes from P2


Whew.

Its 2.50AM. Would like to catch up tomorrow on The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian - I am not a reader of the series but it does seem to be more substantial than ridiculously ageing wizards

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