Leaving the cinema felt like leaving a tour of a beautiful gallery or museum. Satisfying but with very little feeling for people I saw in portraits.
Cinematography reminds me somewhat of Atonement. There are continued close ups of faces and body parts interjected by brief shots of words written on paper (as oposed to typewriter).
However, here it seems like the same shot is being recycled repetedly due to lack of ideas. Take a shot anytime a character inhales from their cigarette and see yourself get wasted before the middle of the movie. Another favorite angle is actressess' right cheek and breast jiggle.
I can't help thinking the whole story was built around the idea of filming a beautiful nude women walking around an old stately home while her lover burns in a car crash.
The relationship between the two main character showes lust and tenderness but not much else. Between rounds of sex he keeps telling her about his childhood, as she observes and ocassionaly shows off her storytelling gift. That's it. That's their relationship. Him reminiscing and her observing. So when she learns of his death, I as a viewer, felt like a a curious and despassionate observer of her reaction.
The story failed (or did not attempt) to make me feel more about the couple. In a way it gives her character a more satisfying ending than watching him marry another.
Cinematography reminds me somewhat of Atonement. There are continued close ups of faces and body parts interjected by brief shots of words written on paper (as oposed to typewriter).
However, here it seems like the same shot is being recycled repetedly due to lack of ideas. Take a shot anytime a character inhales from their cigarette and see yourself get wasted before the middle of the movie. Another favorite angle is actressess' right cheek and breast jiggle.
I can't help thinking the whole story was built around the idea of filming a beautiful nude women walking around an old stately home while her lover burns in a car crash.
The relationship between the two main character showes lust and tenderness but not much else. Between rounds of sex he keeps telling her about his childhood, as she observes and ocassionaly shows off her storytelling gift. That's it. That's their relationship. Him reminiscing and her observing. So when she learns of his death, I as a viewer, felt like a a curious and despassionate observer of her reaction.
The story failed (or did not attempt) to make me feel more about the couple. In a way it gives her character a more satisfying ending than watching him marry another.