Monday, February 16, 2009

My Arts Reporting and Reviewing Class is Reviewing Vicky Cristina Barcelona


Woody Allen in OviedoImage by austinevan via Flickr

Which I had not seen until tonight. I was anticipating Girls Gone Wild but instead got Girls Gone to Europe, by which I mean the movie registers with me in the spirit of James "Portrait of a Lady" and Forster's "Room with A View," though in the latter it's really British Girls Gone to Italy.

But whoever said the British were really European?

This is a reductionist and retrograde approach, I'm sure, to reduce Woody Allen's film to that old chestnut, two varieties of American inhibition getting warmed up by the sun and the sun-in-the-blood of Spain and walking away sadder and perhaps wiser, secure not in who they are but in who they aren't.

But it is *a* way of looking at the film, and that's all a reviewer needs.
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Bharat said...

Bloody brilliant, professor. You are indeed a wordsmith.

....J.Michael Robertson said...

It's a wise student who knows his own professor.

Jonny said...

Whoa whoa whoa. What is this? Come on, Robertson. 600 word minimum.


....J.Michael Robertson said...

Nailed. Maximum demerits. No soup for me.