Brilliant. That's the word that comes to my mind when I think about Venus in Fur (La Vénus a La Fourrure), the most recent movie by Roman Polanski (it is pointed as his testament to the world, I sincerely hope it is not, although he surely will be also remembered by it).
Other words? Intriguing, clever, slashing, impactful, disturbing, provoking, truly outstanding. Super, as the French would say. Magnifique. Génial. My mind was in shambles at the end, a big smile on my face brought by the surprise before what I had seen.
I had read nothing about the movie before seeing it, and the discovering of what I was actually witnessing was amazing. The performances are spectacular. The writing refers to many aspects of the relations between men and women, the foundation even of what can turn out to be a crucial and yet perverse involvement as presented in other eras and nowadays. It is a big discussion, impossible to be limited to a single explanation. And that is probably the immense beauty of this movie - it covers so many aspects of human relations that is startlingly.
However, it could be only about the madness that art is, that performing is, and it wouldn't be less. It goes further, though, and it does that through art. And is there a better way? I don't think so.
|The shooting must have been incredible... intense, course, but amazing (maybe|
even because of its intensity)..