For some 'time, the buzz around me seem sewn on. So when I reviewed Match Point (formerly at the invitation of a friend) and I was advised to see the latest Woody Allen I started, as it were, in alarm. He will speak to me again? Everything seems to be doing at the moment. Now I've seen and I felt naked. I do not know, maybe it happened to others that anyone has been able to characterize them with merciless accuracy of an imitator, saying qualcosa di intimo su di lui, come se puntasse il dito inquisitore. A me capita abbastanza spesso con i miei alunni: ma d'un tratto ti dimostrano che ti conoscono a fondo e non sai da dove, non sai perché. Lo stesso è accaduto, ora, con questo Incontrerai l'uomo dei tuoi sogni : non dico Woody Allen, ma chi ha pensato a me a proposito di questo film forse dovrebbe dirmi qualcosa che io ancora non so.
Sono arrivato solo di recente ad amare molto questo regista colto e ultrasnob ora che ha diluito il suo tocco corrosivo e isterico, temperando la sua nevrosi in una dirompente, ma autentica irrequietezza affettiva e intellettuale. Sentimenti e verità si intrecciano con debolezze e menzogne in improvvise idiosincrasie, mixtures fatal to people and circumstances, whales Dionysian worthy of Erasmus of Rotterdam and serene look on the most unbalanced circumstances.
meet the man of your dreams item in the title, as a hasty general happiness prophecy uttered as taking away. In fact, the film is built on the basis of this detachment, like a gallery of looks lonely and not at all compatible. There Helena (the extraordinary Emma Jones, all character and elegance), a woman who tries to compensate for their frustrations as a wife abandoned (for lack of a male heir of the couple) with the combination of a prophetess unworthy of any convenient (the Cristal of excellent Pauline Collins). There is, indeed, the former husband of Helena, Alfie (Anthony Hopkins a very nice and exceptionally in part), leaving an extraordinary woman to finish between the legs of busty, greedy and stupid Charmaine (Lucy Punch , who played a similar role in the fine film by Istvan Szabo The diva Julia ).
But if we go down to the younger generation, things are no better and are, in part, mirror.
Sally (the excellent Naomi Watts ), intelligent connoisseur of art, works as a secretary Handyman in una galleria, innamorandosi del suo datore di lavoro, Greg ( Antonio Banderas , molto convincente e davvero almodovariano), pur essendo sposata, ormai da anni, a un uomo che non vuole renderla madre. Questi, Roy ( Josh Brolin ), si invaghisce della giovane dirimpettaia, Dia (la splendida - e brava - Freida Pinto , già coprotagonista del blockbuster bollywoodiano The Millionaire ): con la bellissima musicologa prova a rifarsi delle frustrazioni di scrittore fallito e genero poco amato.
In più, la coppia deve resistere alle provocatorie visite improvvise di mamma Helena, capace di una fedeltà senza pari alla credenza delle "Other lives": true love and reincarnation of a genuine faith in their illusions, the woman leading the game by taking sides in a storyteller with hands-on in the lives of his characters, but unable to give them a course unit. The voices go unheard, intransitive, coagulated into a choral novel of loneliness and sounds of an intelligence director elegant, with an expenditure of quotations (Shakespeare, Keats, Boccherini, Mozart. Donizetti) that does not ever lose the measure, but suffer from the despair of Macbeth (common Match Point) in the search for meaning to earthly life:
Life's But A walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets
his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
(Shakespeare, Macbeth , act 5, sc. 5)
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