@deanduncan63Saw Wong Kar-wai’s #IntheMoodforLove. Warning! There’s a real possibility that this film could lead to aesthetical coronaries.
#IntheMoodforLove. Wong’s? Better make that Wong & Chris. Doyle’s In the Mood for Love. Rarely have a director & cinematographer collaborated …
… so concentratedly, devotedly, saturatedly. Their visuals are ecstatic/intense to the point of near abstraction.
#IntheMoodforLove. Indulgent, or emptily formalistic? Actually, Wong’s film accomplishes a really exquisite, really intelligent balance …
… Such beauty & passion! It’s in the story & the actors (!), in the clothes they wear, in these colours & textures & astonishing production design …
… And yet. Such passion, but then what are we to make of this weighty, ponderous stasis, to the point of paralysis, ennui, despair?
#IntheMoodforLove. A paradox, & most productive. Here is one of the cinema’s great monuments to poignant, painful, tragic unconsummation …
… Yet, at the same time this is Film at it’s most tumescent, at the veriest, most extended verge. Tristan und Isolde! …
… With this difference, which is that Wong’s work finally, painfully lacks Wagner’s rapturously ejaculatory cadence, & conclusion.
#IntheMoodforLove. Like I said: this one might just give you a heart attack.