Tuesday, March 06, 2012

Of cinematography...







1. march 2012

I do love these chains of coincidences: Tonight I just happened to remember an old movie and thought to watch it - ‘Nine and 1/2 weeks’ from 1986 I think with Kim Basinger and oh so young and sweet Mickey Rourke as a couple in an erotic romance which was not so erotic - I don’t think messing with food is at all exiting, but it takes all kinds… Anyhow this movie - I started to watch it and … yes, I did remember I had liked it because of the cinematography anno da zu mal, and gosh it is lovely: the city streets, light, rain, people and a lot with tele! And the light, backlight in many scenes, in different spaces and on faces!!! Just love it - no dull dark and suffocating, no, but light, life, movement, quick cuts.

Guess what! I looked it up in IMDb to see the cinematographer - Peter Biziou, by the way - and it so happened that the same guy has done the same job in ‘Damage’! Of these two Damage is a lot better - this Nine  is somehow messy, just does not work, convince, as a movie. But Nine is a lot more beautiful, uuuh! I saw Damage just a few days ago and I think it is very good in it’s class mainly due to Binoche and Irons.

It was no coincidence - I’m getting magnetized and begin to draw to me certain type of stuff! And that wonderful rolling reggae…












    The streets, the city alive and pulsating all around with people, animals, work...






    Every frame is pulsating life and different types!

























    Alone with him for the first time...  in a floating apartment of his friend. He talks about taking risks and she gets cold feet... The light comes through the curtains, soft and natural like, a bit dusty and very beautiful leaving the background dark and sculpting the faces...







    At work, walking the streets and together...















    And the scene in the night running from the scoundrels and after a heated fight fucking in the stairs under a leaking water pipe - and again the light, all those elements it plays with from the street to the water...

    and that hunting cat... =)

















    And her trip to the country to see the painter Farnsworth, who lives in a world apart...







    And then he sets up some tricks for her:
    submission, a female caress - and she runs... to a porn club and a stranger...
























    The exhibition of Farnsworth has the opening night and she sees the contrast between the city freaks and the old artist all too clear and it makes her sick! She turns to John...



    And she leaves him...
    Back to the streets...

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