看電影"寂寞出走 And While We Were Here":假掰空洞的典型
Double-standards, or, 'glorifying female promiscuity'...
Author: kbr_kbr61 from United States
2 November 2013
I'm 'SICK-&-TIRED' of Hollywood doing their best to make men look bad, while portraying women as wholesome & trust-worthy!! I can think of more than a dozen films, &, I'm SURE there's many more, which portray women in a positive light (i.e. 'justified'/condoning their indiscretions/betrayals, with the LAME excuse of being lonely or from some kind of 'victim-mentality'. WHY..., does Hollywood want peeps to condone female infidelity yet they want us to be angry & un-forgiving if a male strays...??? What's with the double-standards??? Ohhh, yeah...; it's called the "P***y-pass" ("I'm a girl, so, I can do whatever I want & get away with it, because, I have a internal reproductive organs"). Seriously...??? W-T-H?!? I challenge ANYone to name 1 film which purports to exonerate a male when/if he has strayed.
Also, many years ago I realized another commonly used ploy to sell movies. Yeah, I know; it's meant to "garner sympathy" for the female character (annnd, I've lost my ability to care....). It's the part in SO many movies where, often for inane reasons, a female is up-set (insert petty reasons here). It's the scene I call: "here's the part, where we feel sorry for the girl".
Hey Hollywood!! Hows about making a movie (for once) where we can empathize with (or sympathize for) the male character (e.g.: after his un-faithful tramp becomes fully aware of the pain she's caused)?? Oh yeah--right. That doesn't 'sell' because, men aren't supposed to 'feel' anything. We're just supposed to DIE in wars, or, from saving the "fair maiden" (macho crap!) in your horrendously formulaic, NON-realistic films. Pathetic!!!
I could write a book on your double-standards....
2.
meh........
Author: rightwingisevil from United States25 August 2013
i often wondered how a lousy and deadbeat screenplay would be realized and okay-ed by the production people(the investors) to go ahead, and this film is right on the money and a living example of what i've just said. from the very beginning of the brain-dead film. the man and the woman both did a horrible acting, holding books in their hands, but their eyes never moved between lines. they were just holding the books without any believable acting. then the incident when they were wrongly brought to an address and the woman found her wallet was missing. well, if it was the man who's paying the taxi fee, she got no reason to roam in her purse. then the unreasonable response of the taxi driver was also over re-acted. and when she found that she lost her purse, again, she didn't react as the average people who just found out that they had lost their credit cards, their cash and whatsoever. it's just like either it happened very often or she couldn't care less, there was no normal anxiety, agitation, upset emotions showed in her body language, facial expressions and her voice. she was so calm and so unbelievably cool. her stupid acting was never corrected by the stupid and blind director. then scene after scene, every sentence of the stupid dialog just kept floating up one after another, and the poor acting of the female main character and everybody involved in this stupid and bore-to-death film simply never improved and never corrected. i was like watching a bunch of dead fish in a fish tank all afloat on top of the water, no nothing, just a big Nada!
3.
Snoozefest
Author: shreeree from United States
17 August 2013
*** This review may contain spoilers ***
I'm sorry if you're going to film a film with such a sensual Blurb, the least you can do is throw some sensuality into it. I mean if you want to know how to do this right, go and watch
UNTIL September http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0088330/
that was done in 1984. This was a beautifully shot movie that remains in my memory after all these years.
In UNTIL September there was a sensuality that made you want to hop on a plane to Paris and have your own "affair to remember". These lovers allow you to crawl into their skin and experience every beautiful and painful moment of the time they had together. It was film that brought out the voyeur in me. Some scenes so painfully raw you felt you should look away from it.
This film has shaky cinematography, her cheating on her husband didn't feel like cheating because we weren't allowed to sense they had anything to lose in their relationship. "It's like telling reading a book and it just says, "They are married." Yet there is no show of a loving nurturing marriage. Maybe that is the point so it gives the wife the okay to cheat with this younger man who gave off a "Con artist" vibe even if he was sincere in his attraction to her.
The elderly woman she was listening to on tapes' story sounded more interesting then this Bosworth character's story.
If you're looking for a movie that you can enjoy the country view while making your own whoopee without worry that he or she rather watch the movie than be kissing you, this is the film you're looking for.
Troubled couple arrive in Naples and settle in. He to play viola for concerts, she to work on WWII novel / memoir. Gorgeous settings of isle of Ischia, offset by serious, depressing tone of a husband and wife who can no longer communicate with each other. She meets a 19 year old, still very boyish, reckless and full of youthful energy. He comes off as initially annoying, and I cannot say he grew on me, but I did get accustomed to him. The plot meanders around as the young wife (Kate Bosworth - quite good here) broods much of the time. Much of her story is internal, thinking and rethinking, about her situation and possibilities. All the time, she is listening to recordings of her grandmother, recalling her own youth. "Chick flick" might resonate more with female viewers.
A waste of a good title.
Author: Paul Lefebvre from London Canada
22 August 2013
I just finished watching this movie, having watched it because I was intrigued by the title -- sometimes titles just hook me right off the bat and make me want to see if the movie lives up to the expectations the title created -- and I enjoy watching Kate Bosworth ever since the Young Americans TV series in the Summer of 2000.
Also, having been to Ischia many years ago, I hoped it would remind me of my sojourn.
From the trailer, I was expecting a gentle romance in a faraway picturesque island between two people who have found each other.
Wrong.
Instead we have a travelogue featuring a woman looking for fun who finds it by having a fling with with a bored college kid. Granted, he is good-looking but she could have picked just about any other kid off the street considering how little chemistry there is between the two. We're not even entirely certain what prompts her to do this considering how much her husband -- in his own way -- loves her, and she must him. I don't think the movie can even be considered romantic fluff because there isn't any fluff. Romantic or otherwise. Or sensuality. We aren't even made to care what happens.
During the movie I wondered to myself what Woody Allen would have done with this.
I was disappointed with the waste of such a good title.
Kat Coiro's And While We Were Here strives in vain to form a kinship withVoyage to Italy, but her insipid film ends up looking more like a version of Roberto Rossellini's masterpiece reworked as a photo diary posted on Facebook. Coiro means to evoke irony with her depiction of a marriage falling apart amid the romantic locales of Italy, yet her overindulgence in photographing the gorgeous vistas and old-world charm of the country only expose more how glaringly undeveloped and derivative her idly-shaped characters and film are.
Kate Bosworth plays Jane, a writer with a privileged white chip on her shoulder who's stuck in an uneventful union with violist Leonard (Iddo Goldberg). After traveling to Naples, where Leonard is to play in an orchestra, Jane eventually ferries to Ischia, where she bumps into 19-year-old Caleb (Jamie Blackley). The teen is just what Jane needs after some bad sex with the brooding and boring Leonard, someone who just doesn't “see” her (according to Jane), as the tank top-wearing Caleb is filled with youthful vigor and wit, his underachieving bro attitude laced with just the right amount of sensitivity where he can talk about Michelangelo's subtext with confidence. As the pheromones Caleb emits are too much for Jane to resist, she begins an affair with him and is swept away, finding new inspiration in writing her book about her grandmother's life during World War II. This is the kind of substance Coiro uses to fill her tell-don't-show narrative, ultimately not even holding an ashen Pompeii victim to her classic inspiration.
Speaking of concrete images of death as crumbling matrimony metaphor, Coiro uses her own symbol in the memory of a miscarried child Jane uses as a weapon against Leonard when their unhappiness reaches a fever pitch. Because Leonard is so thinly drawn, his presence is only meant to add “nuance” to Jane's character so her dispirited situation becomes dramatically gratifying, and only exposes Jane's stuck-up personality more. Jane is so detached from reality to the point where she appears to live in a romance novel, her standards so high that her irritation toward her husband stem from the fact that he can't reach her level—and, in the end, Caleb naturally suffers the same fate as well. Coiro, not knowing how to use her needless widescreen ratio, frames these confrontation scenes like cheap Antonioni, failing to capture any sly critique of bourgeois ennui he excelled at.
More egregious is how Coiro orchestrates the film's universe to actively work in Jane's favor, with no rewarding conflict arising because the world throws only incidents that benefit her emotional state. Jane was bound to meet someone like Caleb when she's so dispassionate about her husband, and of course this younger man recites Italian poetry and appropriate viola jokes when he looks more likely to rattle off Dave Matthews Band lyrics. It's only Claire Bloom's unseen grandmother who has the right idea to get out, ending the film with a “Now shut that thing off!” toward Jane's tape recorder. Bloom, like us, would most likely rather stroll through an ancient city with Ingrid Bergman at our side.