your review of 'Model Shop' is in at least one extent reassuring for me, zedz, in that I was already considering, at the very least, postponing purchase of this box-set, at least until the price drops somewhat.zedz wrote:Further reports:
I forgot to mention La Luxure last time, Demy's episode of Les sept peches capitaux. A charming, discursive film (with a great pre-psychedelic vision of Hell) in a sharp transfer.
Les Demoiselles de Rochefort, probably my favourite Demy, looks great at a glance. As Lino noted, Varda's fine hour-long documentary has English subs and a good transfer, considering some of it was shot on video.
Model Shop: I'd been wanting to see this for some time, but it's a bit of a debacle. It has some of the qualities of Zabriskie Point, but it's both not as bad as Antonioni's film and not as good. Demy offers a great outsider's vision of LA (but not as visionary as Antonioni's America) with a nice modish soundtrack (by Spirit, who also appear in the film, but apart from Jay Ferguson they can't seem to get off the screen fast enough), but the film is scuppered by a mediocre script (that never reaches the depths of Zabriskie Point) and poor performances (ditto, but squared).
Gary Lockwood isn't particularly bad - not in a Mark Frechette way, certainly - but he isn't particularly good either, and the film hangs on his every bland gesture and line-reading. Anouk Aimee is similarly okay, but a rather thin approximation of her previous turn as Lola, and there's nil chemistry with Lockwood. The film is filled with cliches. Lockwood is that icon of sixties alienation, the disaffected architect, and is completely unconvincing as such, and the film is full of other cookie-cutter symbols of contemporary malaise, trotted out on cue but then just lying there limply: the paradise-paving parking lot, the aspirational colour television. At least the pounding derrick on the front steps has some visual interest.
Lockwood's girlfriend is the character most shamelessly abused by the film's callow politics. She has some truly unholy mouthfuls to deliver and is utterly inadequate to the cruel challenge.
The transfer is sharp, and comes from a flawless print, but it's very red. That's clearly intended to some degree - Demy places fire-engine red objects in many frames - but the skin-tones seem unfortunate, with Lockwood looking sunburnt rather than tanned throughout.
Although I'm a huge fan of the director I already have DVDs of what are generally considered all of his best films: 'Lola'; 'Baie Des Anges'; 'Demoiselles...'; 'Parapluies',....and even 'Donkey'
Equally I'm aware that even at various points he skirts dangerously close to tweeness and being deluged by saccharine, so any investment' in other films could perhaps only best be justified by 'completeness' or the possibility of discovering some underappreciated gems.
'Model Shop' was one film which I have long been keen on buying, perhaps on the basis that it may prove to be as perceptive an outsider's view of (an aspect of) America as Malle's 'Atlantic City', or even Antonioni's 'Zabriskie Point'.
Evidently not.
