Morvern Callar (2002)
Writer: Liana Dognini &Lynne Ramsay (screenplay?), alan someone (novel)
Director: Lynne Ramsay
Starring: Samantha Morton
a chick whose boyfriend commits suicide goes through some stuff. silently. she doesn't tell anyone he's dead. hacks up his body, takes his money, and gets the book he wrote for her published under her name. then she goes on holiday to spain, with her whore friend and then leaves town. all to the soundtrack of the music her dead boyfriend gave to her.
This wasn't an AV Club movie. This was a Netflix recommendation that sounded a lot better when I read the description. I put it on the queue and I take responsibility for that. This was in English, so the scarf got longer or the intricate embroideries continued to expand or whatever. People don't have to talk in a movie to make it a good movie, but they do have to talk in a movie so you can look at the screen less than 50% of the time. The rules bite us both in the ass. It's just another thing to grumble about in the short term that will not be on the "oh yeah?" list in another six months.
I suppose I should talk about the movie, which was not at all what I anticipated and not in a good way. The first 20 minutes or so were captivating. I was curious to find out what happened to the characters but I would have been more interested to see more about her blowing the money or whatever then what was actually on the screen. That said, there were some nice shots and the acting was better than one could expect.
goddammit i can't wait until this a.v.club list of movies that moster put on willy nilly because the a.v. club told him he should that have two lines of dialog every hour and are really, really, deep, man, comes to an end. moster keeps saying ,"but they're pretty and well directed" that does NOT make a good movie. there has to be substance that is attainable too. i don't care about this chick. i don't care what her motives are, and i certainly don't give a shit about a journey she takes to find out that life is shit wherever you go. you're still you, bitch. deal with it. i don't need 2 hours of "well directed" pointlessness to have that epiphany.