Note: Originally written in March 2015
Alright you wake up on a saturday morning, lazily put on netflix, realize one of the movies on your list's being taken down at midnight, watch the flick and it makes you feel like its a lazy pleasant saturday morning. This is exactly what happened to me when I saw this. With great energetic performances all around by the venerable Orson Welles, the exceedingly charming Orson Welles, the beautiful Joanne Woodward and the striking Angela Lansbury. If their act isn't show stealing enough, the cinematography, dialogue and writing have their own strong say. But how Martin Ritt weaves this delectable tale is what makes this stand out. His hand is poised, yet subtle and abstract in the right measures. Along Hollywood's timeline came a few landmarks that in minor yet measurable ways pushed narrative styles into more poignant zones. This is surely one of them.
Catch more on the flick at IMDB and Letterboxd.
Call me by your name
If paths were to align, there is passion and love, a hurried cascade of affection for the other one
A Quiet Place
What deserves dwelling upon is how the film works as a Rube Goldberg machine, a wonderful contraption