Director alan rudolph is what is commonly termed an "eccentric. his films are decidely off-center, with characters ruled by quirks and odd obsessions, a committed stable of actors who appear from film to film, a sense of narrative stucture i would describe, charitably, as "loose" and funny, overlapping dialogue- all characteristics he learned from his former associate and master robert altman. when his films don't "work", which is a little better than half the time, it is like poor altman...the debts are too obvious and the deficits as well. but when the mystical alchemy of such a loose, character-driven structure do come together, such as in this film, the result is peerless (even when one of the peers in question is altman, one of the best directors the world has ever produced). choose me has a plot, rife with conicidence, fit for a screwball comedy but its tone, and the charcters in it, wander through it each in his/'her own romantic/personal reverie and the machinations of the plot seem less like a constructed device and more, as keith carradine's mickey states at on point, "just like a dream".
carradine, genvieve bujold, lesley anne warren, patrick bachau and rae dawn chong populate this world, each sad, each lonely and each bearing a burden of loss and pain, meeting and making love, and attacking (sometimes violently) as if according to some inner romantic logic only they hear. ther'es pain, there's loss, there are past mysteries and dark actions only hinted at and, strangely enough in the end...there is hope. which is what love, at its heart, truly consists of. red neon, teddy pendergrass, rain-slicked streets at 2am, a first, unexpected kiss, old movie posters, tough guys bested by tougher guys, an unending cascade of full red, hair, a sudden gunshot and an ending as weird and uncertain as love itself followed by the smile of one who, against all logic succumbs to hope. the most romantic movie ever made. period.
carradine, genvieve bujold, lesley anne warren, patrick bachau and rae dawn chong populate this world, each sad, each lonely and each bearing a burden of loss and pain, meeting and making love, and attacking (sometimes violently) as if according to some inner romantic logic only they hear. ther'es pain, there's loss, there are past mysteries and dark actions only hinted at and, strangely enough in the end...there is hope. which is what love, at its heart, truly consists of. red neon, teddy pendergrass, rain-slicked streets at 2am, a first, unexpected kiss, old movie posters, tough guys bested by tougher guys, an unending cascade of full red, hair, a sudden gunshot and an ending as weird and uncertain as love itself followed by the smile of one who, against all logic succumbs to hope. the most romantic movie ever made. period.