Lovesusti
The Worst Film Ever
Tockinit
not horrible nor great
SparkMore
n my opinion it was a great movie with some interesting elements, even though having some plot holes and the ending probably was just too messy and crammed together, but still fun to watch and not your casual movie that is similar to all other ones.
LeonLouisRicci
Woozy, Dreamy, and Beautifully Shot, this Soggy and Sloggy Melodrama about Life is a Lifeless Contemplation about an Accidental Death that takes a Heavy Toll on those Involved.Heavy, to say the Least. The Burden is Barred by a Struggling Writer, a Mother and Her Surviving Son, and a Women Attached to a Now Detached Writer.This makes for a Movie that makes a Terence Mallick Movie seem High-Voltage. The Screen is Filled with Fallen Faces and Circumstantial Consequences that Manifest as Clinical. The Writer (James Franco) does eventually Move from Under the Guilt and the Mother Makes Art by Contract, but Refuses to call Herself an Artist because of it.Her Surviving Son Carries the Early Life Tragedy with Him through His Teens and is Decidedly Disturbed. The Film Spans more than a Decade and Leaps Two and then Four Years at a time.It's Mostly Mood as the Characters make Their Way through the Muck Mostly Moving in "Slow Motion", Reciting Dialog that is Pedestrian and Rarely Profound or Insightful.It's a Still Life, both Visually and Metaphorically and the Early Accident that Set Things in this Slow Motion now Becomes a Substantial Weight, Carried not only by the Characters Involved, but the Audience as well.Wim Wenders Directs and also Stars Rachel McAdams and Charlotte Gainsbourg.
salesmandragonstouch
This blew my mind. I immediately sat down and began to write the poetry that will make me rich and famous! It is a sad movie. One punk dies and they don't even show it! Shame on you Wim for not showing the gore!The writer sleeps with the punk's mother. The don't have sex. She cradles him like a dog.He can't make kids. He's senile middle aged---probably had his prostate removed when he was ten! Not virile. But writes novels that gets awards and gives him a fancy home and he's a chick magnet!This show rocks.Later someone pisses on his bed, but it makes no sense to me.There's smiles and sunlight. There's reading to ease panic.This guy does not like writers. This he quotes.
hanagomolakova
It happens rarely that I disagree with the majority of the film critic reviews to such an extent as with this film. So, without repeating the plot here for the hundredth time, I'd like to jump straight into it: Contrary to the general feeling of slowness and flatness of the film, I feel that the story and the script called just for this sort of painfully slow, cinematic and gently nuanced filmmaking and Wenders is the master of this type of cinema. Yes, there are clichéd conversation exchanges including the somewhat melodramatic ending, however, the more alert viewer will have already been warned in advance that such will be the case in a scene right before the final sequence, so one is not surprised and can enjoy Tomas' agony to the very last second. Also, I very much enjoyed the cinematography and music, which is the best company to the lonely and painful journey Tomas is going through - a guilt and inner scar that is there to stay for life and one can only have little hope to get rid of such a stone ever. There was also a comment of one reviewer about the flatness and "lack of arc" of the female characters in the story. I disagree that this is the film's flaw - quite the contrary again - it is only very well crafted as such - as the women (actually, as well as Tomas' editor and father) only appear sort of "at the periphery" of his life, doomed never to fully understand his inner notions - a combination of a struggle as a lonely artist only topped by the tremendous guilt and pain he has to live with. The only meaningful connection he has - amazingly perverted, yet understandable at the same time - is with Kate, portrayed - yet again - so mesmerizingly by Gainsbourg, that can hardly breathe during their scenes together. The only flaw that I see in this film is the casting of Franco as Tomas. I don't really understand this choice because even though he is a great actor, this role, I feel could have been better fit to a less "boyish" actor, who could grasp all the weariness of Tomas' everyday grey and burdensome reality a bit better.. However, Franco does his best here and it shows he does get the thin line he has to walk on never to flip the character into too much melodramatic position. So, overall, quite an achievement again for Wenders and the whole crew for keeping this film balancing on the thin edge of the knife the film's tone depends on.
steve-266-903132
I do not have any idea why so many critics did not love this film. It had my full attention from the beginning of the first shot.I quickly realized that the film was going to use 3D to (dare I say it) add depth to the cinematography. There are no 3D gimmicks used here, nothing flying at your head or giving you a headache - the 3D effect simply makes the imagery that much richer, much as the careful selection of lenses or film stock or any number of other a cinematographer's tools can do. Every aspect of the camera-work is fantastic (says me with a BA and an MFA in photography).I really found it to be engrossing. There are a lot of individual vignettes that are shown separately, without any real transition between some of them but those are intended to be seen as parallel to one another. Other parts transition chronologically; the whole thing (I thought) flowed beautifully in large part because there were so many threads running through and between the various parts of the film. It's very linear, and yet it sometimes isn't.And - James Franco did not annoy me. (I know, that's terrible of me to say) He often does, but this was a solid, mature performance. All of the performances were quite good, really; and they were built on a very good script. And you can tell that the person who put it all together has seeming effortless mastery of his craft. It's a film that's going to unfold in my head for a while yet. See it big if you can.