What could be less cinematic than endless telephone conversations? Especially between an astonishingly dull actress (playing an implausibly dull and 'quirky' character) and an Australian Italian laboring over a sultry Italian accent for the purpose of whispering poetry down said telephone to said dull actress.
This film has all the art house tropes: a lonely, unrequited woman. a mysterious, elusive man. walks along the beach. frustrated artistic ambition (if only the filmmaker had felt so frustrated). On this point, I assume that the production designer thought it would be a subtle touch to make the central characters homemade lampshades look like they had been made in a sheltered workshop.
I was surprised this was a funded film, it seemed more typical film school graduate pap. Mawkish, tedious and pretentious. I was moved to write this review after having read the previous review which ascribes various literary allusions that strike me as absurdly overblown.
The truth is that this film is a barely entertaining confection. Nothing more.
This film has all the art house tropes: a lonely, unrequited woman. a mysterious, elusive man. walks along the beach. frustrated artistic ambition (if only the filmmaker had felt so frustrated). On this point, I assume that the production designer thought it would be a subtle touch to make the central characters homemade lampshades look like they had been made in a sheltered workshop.
I was surprised this was a funded film, it seemed more typical film school graduate pap. Mawkish, tedious and pretentious. I was moved to write this review after having read the previous review which ascribes various literary allusions that strike me as absurdly overblown.
The truth is that this film is a barely entertaining confection. Nothing more.