Raising Arizona

Raising Arizona. Joel Coen. 1987.

Aaah. The 80s. Remember the 80s? No? Well, let me tell you a story: It was the decade where you could see the poster for a movie, and it had the words “Nicholas Cage” on it, and you didn’t run for your life.

It was a happy age.

[twenty-five minutes pass]

This is such a fun movie. It’s a bit hyper, sure, but it’s got the right tone.

[the end]

I loved the first ten minutes, and then I really liked the next half hour, and then… uhm… there were scenes that I loved? I mean, it’s a really sweet movie, but it’s got stretches where it’s just treading water.

I feel like this could have been The Best Movie Ever if it had been a bit… tighter. It’s got so many good gags, and not a surfeit of plot, so it should be just perfect, and it isn’t.

Céline et Julie vont en bateau

Céline and Julie Go Boating. Jacques Rivette. 1974.

The last Rivette movie I watched was the thirteen (?) hour long Out 1: Noli me tangere, which was in partly brilliant, and partly… quite good?

This one is a short movie: Just over three hours.

[forty minutes pass]

This is a lot of fun. I’m guessing the dialogue is mostly improvised, but it has this mysterious, almost… meta character to it: It’s like we’re watching two people who are lying to each other, but both of them are playing along; they’re doing the improvisational “yes, and” thing, but not for this movie: Instead this movie is about these people doing this “yes, and” thing in real life (but scripted).

Or… their realities change based on whatever lies they’ve just told. I mean… “Rue du nadir aux pommes”?

It’s so weird and… thrilling to watch.

[the end]

OK, the plot isn’t at all what I thought it was when we last spoke. It’s much stranger!

It’s… it’s… a kind of ghost story? But really funny? Oh oh! It’s kind of like a seventies Doctor Who series, but French.

It’s really funny, it’s sweet, it’s intriguing. I love it to bits, and now I’m getting all of Rivette’s other movies.

I rollerna tre

I rollerna tre. Christina Olofson. 1996.

This is a documentary, er, interview film with the three main actors from Mai Zetterling’s move Flickorna (The Girls). It’s a brilliant movie, but was apparently quite controversial, and not a commercial success.

So we meet the actors again, 30 years later, and two years after Zetterling had died.

[fifteen minutes pass]

So… this isn’t quite a documentary movie: It’s quite nicely staged, and even if most of the talk seems improvised, there’s a lot of blocking (and I’m assuming retakes) going on. But it’s absolutely charming. And so well shot: One gorgeous take after another. And quite amusing.

[fifteen minutes pass]

The subtitle here is “A tribute to Mai Zetterling”, but… geeze… these three women didn’t really have much respect for her. It’s like “But how come she got to make these moves?” “Well, perhaps they found her exotic, being all international and stuff…”

And it sounds like Bibi, at least, didn’t even like Flickorna, but thought it was a rather stupid movie.

[the end]

Well, Zetterling didn’t really get mentioned much… but this movie was filmed at the house Zetterling built up from a ruin, and envisioned being an artist’s retreat. It looks like a lovely house in a fantastic location, but Zetterling died before it was completed, it sounds like.

Ah, it’s still being cared for. That’s cool. I should go there sometime.