Review: Il y a longtemps que je t’aime (I’ve Loved You So Long) (2008)

21 02 2010

One summer during college, I worked at a youth camp. At the end of each two-week camp session, our resident bakers would prepare a special dessert. This culinary masterpiece — the Baked Alaska — contained a base of warm cake on which sat a decedent layer of cold vanilla ice cream followed by a topping of meringue. This dessert par excellence overwhelmed the taste buds with flavor and demanded slow savoring from its audience. Like pearls before swine, however, the campers scarfed it down with little regard for the Michelangelo before them.

Not I, however. In fact, near the end of the summer, I went to the kitchen to watch the creation of these true delicacies and there I discovered the painstaking labor required to bring about the balance of temperature and flavor that is the Baked Alaska. Like a precision clock, the bakers moved the warm cakes from the oven, applied the ice cream, and blow-torched the meringue to perfection.

I’ve Loved You So Long is cinematic Baked Alaska. A piece of film-making assembled with precision; slowly crafted to bring about a climax of rich goodness that demands savoring. Kristin Scott Thomas gives a tour de force performance as Juliette Fontaine, a woman recently released from prison for murder who moves in with her sister and her family. Every glance from Scott Thomas, every facial movement, speaks volumes more than her painstakingly extracted words. Like watching the creation of those exquisite desserts is this story of a woman beginning again to breath . . . and love.

Don’t expect a fast turning plot line with this film, but do anticipate the gradual creation of a masterpiece. The story itself may lose points for originality, but it more than makes up for it with its ability to couch scenes in the stuff of ordinary life. Never once did I catch myself saying, “Oh, please, that would never happen!” Change occurs over time and in the daily activities of life. We may not see it at first, but with each new smile, touch, or word spoken a gradual turning is revealed. And in I’ve Loved You So Long, that turning is mainly toward life and not death. A character in the film does choose the way of death and it stands in stark contrast to each decision Juliette makes toward life.

I have never hidden my love for films with a happy ending. Life is hard enough without having to maintain a steady diet of stories of suffering. Sure we may have to go down to go up, but by Jove what a pleasure to receive a Baked Alaska at the summit and not a shove down the next hill. I’ve Loved You So Long may require some descending, but the ascent will seem like all joy when you finally reach its rich conclusion.





Review: Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief (2010)

14 02 2010

It’s official, I’m jaded. This realization struck me as I sat in a sold-out theater with an overabundance of prepubescent middle schoolers watching Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief. The matter of how I found myself stuck between elbowing youth watching such a film is another thing entirely. Nonetheless, there I sat, aghast at their enjoyment of this cinematic dribble and wondering if at some point in my distant past I was exactly like them.

And I think I was. This made me wonder if critical thinking skills are over-rated and films, and perhaps life, would be a bit more enjoyable if I just let things like second-rate CG and mediocre acting wash over me. You know, just go with the flow and have fun. Everyone else around me seemed to be doing just that and having a perfectly pleasant afternoon at the movies.

Perhaps I’m just rehashing that age old question of “What is the purpose of art — to elevate or to entertain?” Certainly, when you’re a kid all you seem to care about is whether something magical is happening on screen or if a furry creature has just caused a person to drop a hammer on his toe. And you smile and laugh. Or, at least that’s the way it seems. What changed me?

For one, Avatar has ruined me. Watch a spellbinding film like that one and then watch Percy Jackson and you come to recognize that Chris Columbus hasn’t grown as a director. Percy Jackson and the Olympians is Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. The first Harry Potter was released almost ten years ago and here I was watching the identical film all over again. Everyone complains that Avatar has a formulaic script, and while that may be true, Percy Jackson is far worse because it also has formulaic directing and a seeming lack of heart.

And there it is. That is the real burr under my skin. Percy Jackson may have beautiful actors, loads of special effects, gods, demigods, and some punchy lines of dialogue, but there is nothing behind it all — a seeming lack of passion or interest in exploring the depths of these parentless characters. Instead, we are forced to suffer some soggy road trip tale on our way to all the Greek-inspired hot spots in North America chasing after glow-in-the-dark marbles.

I take nothing away from those kids in the theater who relished the spectacle of it all. Truthfully, how different is that than adults loving the film 300? Yet, as I’ve probably said all too often, shouldn’t we desire more for our children and ourselves? Yes, perhaps it’s “just the movies” and doesn’t matter very much; but if story matters (and I think it does), wouldn’t we do better to feed our kids deeper tales — myths that have some meat to them and that will stick to the bones? Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief will not only steal 120 minutes of your life, it may just rob your children of their appetites for richer stories.








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