It is yet to be confirmed if it will premiere at Cannes this year.
Here's the poster:
Puffball at IMDb, who also have another Roeg film listed as upcoming - Adina.
I think it must have stalled because there was no mention of Puffball when Adina was announced last year. I'm thinking financing didn't come together and timing was just right to move on the other project. It can't be long before they start promoting his new film and we'll get an update then.John Cope wrote:Adina has been "listed as upcoming" forever. What the hell happened to it?
Heads up - today is July 18th, and I suspect it's not going to stick around for long.Bikey wrote:It's getting a UK theatrical release July 18. At last!!
Most of the reviews aren't long enough to be worth linking to, and my Sight & Sound piece isn't online - so here's Mark Lawson's 'The end of cinematic sex' from today's Guardian, in which he compares the sex scenes in Puffball to the famous one in Don't Look Now.Where does Puffball belong? In the home and heritage centre of Nicolas Roeg - great British wizard of Walkabout and Don't Look Now - it is the singing fish on the recreation- room wall. We don't know why it is there. It looks funny and makes odd noises. It is either a bizarrerie of genius or a novelty no one knows what to do with.
...and I think this is what Roeg has always been trying to do. In my review I pointed out that the sexual act in his films always has a function beyond mere gratuitous titillation - be it an expression of freedom in Performance, obsession in Bad Timing, twisted mother-son love in Track 29, and of course an emotionally devastated couple clinging to each other in Don't Look Now - and as Roeg pointed out, if you cut that scene, as the BBC notoriously did on its first TV outing, all the couple does is snipe and bicker.colinr0380 wrote:He's also missing the point that the availability of explicit sex has changed attitudes in a good way too. It could be argued that the ready availability of this imagery is going to force the cinema (and society in general) to grow up in its attitude. Once the shock and novelty of getting to see 'whatever' for the first time wears off then I hope that there will be a move towards the meaning of the sex act taking predominance again and that true intimacy and interesting cinema still comes through mental connections between people that inform their actions.
I've always had a huge amount of respect for Roeg for attempting this throughout pretty much his entire career as a director.It could be suggested that everyone will become jaded by explicit imagery but I'd like to think that things will settle down in the same way that adolescent joy of discovery becomes a more adult and aware approach to relationships in which sex plays an important but not the only part.
I think the single biggest problem is that certain highly influential organisations in the US have yet to snap out of this adolescent mentality. There is nothing remotely shameful about making a serious film about sex aimed at an adult audience, yet the stigma attached to the X rating and then the NC-17 (which, ironically, was created to try to get rid of said stigma - so it's not so much the MPAA to blame as the cinema chains that won't screen NC-17 films and the mass media outlets that won't advertise them) makes this virtually impossible in high-profile English-language cinema.This must be better than the childish 'single beds and one foot on the floor' approach of only hinting at sex and I would suggest that cinema has gone through a longer extended adolescent fixation on the subject of nudity and sexual activity in part because of the repression slowing progress to a crawl so that each and every nipple flash or bare bottom gets column inches devoted to it!
It's certainly sub-par, but then achieving par for Roeg's course would be pretty damn incredible given the funding and logistical restrictions he now has to work under, quite aside from his age and lack of activity in recent years. In fact, one of my gripes with the film is that the Irish setting is so obviously a funding condition - the novel was set in Somerset, and in transplanting it Roeg makes absolutely nothing of Ireland's own rich pagan heritage.Even if Puffball is sub-par Roeg or really terrible I completely agree with Nothing!
Cruelle!!!...Puffball, sad to say, is a borderline disaster, a preposterous carnal burlesque that catches the one-time visionary looking woozy and exhausted, his pants metaphorically around his ankles. Kelly Reilly stars as a libidinous architect who finds herself preyed on by the locals next door (jittery Miranda Richardson, screeching Rita Tushingham). When Reilly whips off her bra for the film's big sex scene, Roeg is so enamoured of the spectacle that he elects to show it again but - get this! - in slow motion and from a slightly different angle. It's the one instance when he seems properly excited by his material, like a rest home resident momentarily stirred by the sight of nurse.