The
Dreamers. Fox
Searchlight Pictures presents a film directed Bernardo
Bertolucci. Written by Gilbert Adair, based on his novel.
Running time: 115 minutes. Rated NC-17 (for explicit sexual
conduct, some frontal nudity). Starring Michael Pitt,
Eva Green, Louis Garrel, Robin Renucci, Anna Chancellor,
Florian Cadiou. |
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Dreamers,
The
There's
a lot of publicity surrounding The Dreamers. Bernado
Bertolucci's paean to French cinema and politics in 1968,
The Dreamers is the first high-profile NC-17 release
since 1997, and suitably so. It's ripe with nudity and sex
and is only suitable viewing for adults and mature teens.
But the adult content is never exploitive, and to criticize
its frank approach to the subject matter would be prudishness
of the most extreme kind. Unfortunately, the sex is the only
real reason to see The Dreamers; everything else is
a profound disappointment.
In
a terrible voice-over, we are introduced to Matthew (Michael
Pitt), a self-described film buff from San Diego in Paris
to study French. As he arrives, the Cinematheque Francais
has been shut down and its founder, Henri Langois, ousted.
Cinema fans are furious, staging protests and rallies; eventually
it becomes a revolt, threatening to overthrow the entire government.
These events set the stage for The Dreamers, and they
act as background material until the end.
At
one of these protests, Matthew meets Isabelle (Eva Green)
and her twin brother Theo (Louis Garrel), a pair of film fanatics
he befriends. He is invited back to their parents' apartment
for dinner. Theo and Isabelle's parents are leaving for a
month, and the twins invite Matthew to stay. During his first
night there, he witnesses Theo and Isabelle in bed together,
naked, sleeping. When Theo fails to answer a movie trivia
question correctly, Isabelle instructs him to masturbate in
front of her. Matthew fails a quiz and is instructed to make
love to Isabelle. At first Matthew is disturbed by this, but
soon he immerses himself in their world, intoxicated by the
strangeness of it all.
And
the characters talk. They talk about revolution, they talk
about film, they talk about music, they talk about sex. But
the dialogue is terrible, unbelievably inane and pretentious.
And these characters, whom Bertolucci seems so fond of, are
simply insufferable. It's hard to pity someone when all we
want them to do is shut the hell up.
The
Dreamers
relies too strongly on nostalgia. Bertolucci was alive
and in France at this time. He knows what it was like to live
through the rise of French New Wave cinema, through the riots,
through the sex. I wasn't there; I wasn't even born yet, so
nothing here connects. I know Godard, Renoir, Truffaut, but
I wasn't around during their formative periods. Bertolucci
intercuts the film with footage from classic films of the
age, but I don't share his nostaligia, so this comes across
as pretentious and self-indulgent.
As
Michael, Matthew Pitt has the energy and charisma of a fencepost;
he delivers his lines as though he were on strong barbiturates.
Both Eva Green and Louis Garrel fare better, despite their
terrible characters. Green, in particular, displays a sort
of easy sexuality that is kind of scary.
For
the whole running length, the visuals of The Dreamers
are spectacular, hinting at deeper meanings that never develop.
But instead of exploiting his strengths as a visual story-teller,
Bertolucci turns The Dreamers into a character-based
drama focusing on characters we hate. At two points in the
film, Matthew and Theo argue over artistic comparisons: the
first is Keaton vs. Chaplin; the second, Clapton vs. Hendrix.
Each argues their side ferociously. The thing is, they're
the only ones that care.
©
2004 Matt Noller
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