Thursday, April 20, 2017

Frantz, The Sense of an Ending

                             Past Tragedies, Present Reconsiderations

                                                            Review by Ken Burke

 My chance viewing of these 2 films in succeeding days left me with a sense of similarity in their essences despite vastly different details in their narrative structures so I’ve decided to swirl them together into one of my occasional-combo-reviews so as to better explore how they resonate.
                                                   Frantz [2016] (François Ozon)
In 1919 Germany a young woman mourns her fiancée’s death in WW I but is surprised to see his grave also visited by a young Frenchman who tells her the 2 men were friends in Paris before the war; after some initial shock (and resentment toward all French from the locals) he’s welcomed by the deceased’s parents, but there are other important revelations still to come.
                                      The Sense of an Ending (Ritesh Batra)
An elderly London man is divorced, on strained terms with his ex-wife and pregnant adult daughter when he learns the diary of an old friend has been left to him but is currentlystubbornlyheld by his girlfriend from their college days; in seeking her out to reclaim it he has many recollections of his past life (shown in flashbacks) that complicate this engaging story.
“Executive Summary” (no spoilers): There’s an essential sense of similarity in the crucial plot devices of these cinematic stories so I’m going to explore them in direct comparison, with just enough detail in this opening-abstract to give you reason to seek them out (if you still can in that they’ve both already been in release for quite some time), providing you’re in the mood for sober tales of human interest rather than the sort of slam-bang-action drawing in the heaviest component of current box-office-dollars.  Frantz is a German film (with subtitles, if that’s a negative consideration for you, but I hope not) about a woman in 1919 grieving the loss of her fiancée on the battlefields of WW I when suddenly a Frenchman shows up in the graveyard, also giving honor to a man, he later tells her, who was his great friend in Paris prior to the hostilities.  After initial rejection by the deceased’s father (and most everyone else in this German town), the stranger is welcomed into the parents' home where the female former fiancée has taken up residence with a sense of growing interest between the younger protagonists until such time as a dark secret is revealed (thus ending what I can tell you about this film unless you’d like to look at the plot spoiler details below).

 I can probe just a bit further into The Sense of an Ending because its secrets aren’t unlocked until much further into the plot but there’s still quite a (possible, although you may pick up on it) shock to come there as well, after having spent a lot of time getting to know the main characters as both their younger and older selves.  Essentially, this is a story set in the present about an elderly man in London who learns that the mother of his long-ago-ex-girlfriend has left him a diary that belonged long ago to his closest college chum, although the former lover now has it and won’t turn it over.  This opening situation (in which we also see the reclusive man has rocky relationships with his ex-wife and their adult, pregnant daughter) leads to many flashbacks of the main character’s more passionate younger life, which sets us up for the dramatic situations that eventually will be revealed.  I recommend both of these films for their mature themes, exquisite acting, and—in the case of Frantz—a unique opportunity to see some excellent black-and-white-cinematography utilized in a contemporary film.

So, curious readers, if you can abide plot spoilers in order to learn much more about the particular cinematic offering under examination this week please feel free to read on for more of the traditional Two Guys in-depth-explorations in our brilliant (!)-but-lengthy review format.
What Happens: I’ll begin the explorations of this combo-review with the chronologically-earlier-narrative of Frantz (released in Europe last year, just now making its way to our side of the Atlantic) where we meet Anna (Paula Beer) in 1919, living in the central German town of Quedlinburg with an older couple, Doktor Hans (Ernst Stötzer) and Frau Magda Hoffmeister (Marie Gruber), who would have been her in-laws had not their son/her fiancée, Frantz (Anton von Lucke, shown in flashbacks), been killed during the brutal battles of WW I a year earlier.  Anna’s getting along the best she can with no clear future direction in the war’s aftermath—although one of the Dr.’s patients, Mr. Kreutz (Johann von Bülow), seeks to marry her, a decision the parents support but which she’s not ready to commit to given his notably-older-age along with her continued sorrow over Frantz.  She frequently visits Frantz’s grave until one day, when she’s a bit farther away in the cemetery from his burial plot, she’s surprised to see a young man also laying flowers in tribute to the fallen soldier.  Upon seeing him there again she inquires who he is, learning he’s Adrien Rivoire (Pierre Niney), a close friend of Frantz from their pre-war-days in Paris (she offers a revelation as well, that this is really an empty grave because Frantz’s body is in some unmarked-wartime-location); Anna invites Adrien to visit the Hoffmeister home, so he tells them all of the young men’s friendship (including their mutual violinist skills) where they reveled in the culture (and the women,
with no show of jealousy from Anna because this earlier aspect of Frantz’s life predated her as well; this is also where we start seeing those days in flashback, along with being the first time in this usually-black-and-white-film that the images are rendered in full color), with an excited focus on the Louvre's paintings, especially the stark vision of Le Suicidé (1877-1881), done by Édouard Manet, until Hans can hear no more, both in disgust at this former-enemy-Frenchman being in his home and a father's guilt over having been the one to actively encourage his son's participation in the war.  If we now jump ahead almost a century we find ourselves in contemporary London following The Sense of an Ending (based on a novel of the same name by Julian Barnes [2011], for which he won the prestigious Man Booker prize), with another troubled older man, Anthony “Tony” Webster (Jim Broadbent), who often narrates this story of his life where he now runs a tiny camera shop (specializing in expensive Leica models) but doesn’t do much else except have testy conversations with his ex-wife, Margaret (Harriet Walter), and single-but-pregnant daughter, Susie (Michelle Dockery), although he does (begrudgingly) agree to accompany her to the
various Lamaze classes and prenatal checkups, as Margaret’s schedule becomes too hectic to do so, as originally planned.  … Ending also gets us into flashbacks about an earlier time but now much earlier in the lives of the main characters as we frequently (flowing in and out of the present scenes) return to the 1960s to see Tony with his closest friends in school then at university, with these old memories stirred up by the current notification from a lawyer that Sarah Ford (played well here by Emily Mortimer, even in brief scenes; shown in this film, as we saw with the titular character of Frantz, only in a few brief flashbacks), mother of Tony’s long-ago-girlfriend, Veronica (Freya Mavor as the student), has left him some money and a diary that belonged to his one-time-best-friend, Adrian Finn (Joe Alwyn), but present-day-Veronica (Charlotte Rampling) has the diary, refusing to turn it over, much to Tony’s chagrin, although we don’t yet know why, given the flashbacks show Tony much enamored of her; she introduces him to Leica cameras and—based on a car-backseat-scene—almost to the intimate parts of her anatomy but never consummates their mutual sexual desires (something that seems to be brewing in Frantz between Anna and Adrien as well, especially in a [color] scene of a hot day where he encourages her to jump in a lake with him to cool off but she just watches from the shore as he strips down only to his pants so neither of these scenes ends as provocatively as it starts).

 Adrien’s mild rebuff from Anna on the spontaneous swim doesn’t impede their growing friendship, though (with implications that it may deepen into something that could be more romantic, especially when he asks her to a local dance where the editing pace picks up in some nice swirling shots), with Hans even coming to accept this odd, intrusive stranger, especially after defending him from the insults of Hans’ close colleagues at the local pub where a Frenchman is barely tolerated, even to the point of the group bursting into a patriotic German song intended to annoy Adrien.  (Much like the similar attempt in a classic scene from Casablanca [Michael Curtiz, 1942]—with this burst of jingoistic-patriotism thrown back at Anna later but this time with no intention by a Parisian crowd to hassle her, they just feel elated, likely from their wartime-victory, not even knowing who she is; the same “La Marseillaise“ is also sung in Casablanca but in the same scene with the German celebrants, with the Moroccan-French-patriots drowning out the attempts of their oppressors [however, Anna is shunned at other times by other French folks in the same manner Adrien was insulted in Germany]).  In another brief bit of partisan-antagonism to Adrien, one night he returns to his hotel room to find a tiny coffin left there as a comment on his generic contribution to the demise of many of this region’s sons (pushed into combat by their fathers, as Hans angrily reminds them).

 When Tony was a young man he had no such encounters with ethnic opponents (nor military trauma [the Vietnam War didn’t factor into this young Englishman’s life, a most fortunate situation for him]); however, he was devastated on a personal basis when his precious Veronica began to drift away from him to this story’s Adrian, with this new affair supplanting what Tony’d hoped to take further with Veronica (even after an odd visit to her family home where he kept getting unwelcome implications from mother Sarah, although he had to admit he was attracted to her, as he comes clean about all of this to Margaret who seems simultaneously fascinated/annoyed that he’s kept it from her although he tries to rewrite history, saying he never really loved Veronica).  Tony attempted to wish the new lovebirds well but tore up that postcard, instead sending them a long, nasty letter in which his broken heart expressed itself in many a damning phrase.  Meanwhile, back in 1919 Germany the other Adrien reaches a crisis of his own when he can no longer bear his deceptions, admitting to Anna in a gloomy nighttime conversation (which changes to color in the flashback) that he never knew Frantz at all, Adrien simply encountered him in a battlefield trench, shot him out of some sense of imposed duty but mostly fear, then found a letter home on Frantz’s body which he mailed afterward (thereby learning where this man lived but knowing little of his backstory, thereby explaining why Frantz never spoke of Adrien to his family nor of Anna to his French “close friend”).

 From these revelations our stories move in their seemingly-different-yet-ultimately-similar-ways: Tony is finally able to contact Veronica through her brother so she agrees to a meeting with him but terminates it quickly with her angry response that she burned Adrian’s diary (Tony assumes it has to do with the sad fact Adrian killed himself back in those unforgiving days in college, something he found out long ago from mutual friends but with no attempt on his part to ever contact Veronica nor make amends with her for the insulting letter) so he manages to stalk her until he learns where she lives, as well as seeing her with a group of developmentally-delayed-young adults, one of whom is also named Adrian (Andrew Buckley), with Tony assuming he’s her son.  Later, it’s made clear to him by a caretaker with this group that instead this young man is her brother, which leads Tony (and us) to understand that mother Sarah was more successful in seducing Veronica’s Adrian, which was the ultimate reason for his suicide when he found Sarah was pregnant, not some philosophical decision about the difficulty of truly knowing the impetus for an action as each person decides what their fate should be, as he’d expressed long ago in a surprising classroom discussion.  All of this new information leads to a transformation in Tony, which allows him to become much more genuinely connected with Susie, rise above past bitterness with Margaret, even send a conciliatory letter to Victoria (although with no indication they’ll ever be in contact again).  All these concluding events come in a
fairly rapid fashion in … Ending (emphasized with repeats of earlier scenes where Tony first meets Veronica, then leaves that awkward home visit but now with Broadbent in the shots, replacing the previous Billy Howle [as young Tony]), while Frantz continues on for quite some screentime after its impactful truth is told, as Anna maintains Adrien’s lies to the Hoffmeisters, telling them he needed to leave quickly to visit his sick mother (although his truth so depressed her that she simply walks into a lake one day, saved only through the quick action of a man passing by).  As Adrian’s gone for months with no contact, Kreutz comes calling again so Frantz’s parents finally convince her to go to France to find the man she seems to truly care about (as does a priest in the confessional, advising Anna to forgive Adrien) before making a marriage decision that she keeps resisting.  Her problem is she can’t locate Adrian until through some research she comes upon his aunt in Paris who directs her to his family home some distance away where she makes a surprise entrance, to be welcomed by Adrien’s mother (Cyrielle Clair), only to be surprised herself when she's introduced to Adrien’s fiancée, Fanny (Alice de Lencquesaing).  Anna and Adrien struggle with their feelings, but he makes it clear Fanny will be his bride (possibly he just can't clear his mind about everything associated with Frantz), so Anna returns to Paris, continues to maintain her lies about her new life with Adrien in letters to Germany, implying she may not return home.  Her story ends in new-found-contentment (just like Tony’s) as we leave her in the Louvre, admiring Le Suicidé as she begins conversing with a young man (who looks a lot like Adrien to me), an equal-admirer of this mysteriously-tragic-painting.

So What? While the literary heritage of The Sense of an Ending is easily known, Frantz is also an adaptation of sorts, from the long-ago-Paramount-film of Broken Lullaby (Ernst Lubitsch, 1932 [itself based on a play, Maurice Rostand’s L’homme que j’ai tué {1930}, along with its 1931 English-language-version, The Man I Killed {adapted by Reginald Berkeley}]), which is a film I’ve never seen but based on a summary I've read it ends as the accepting German couple continue to unknowingly-embrace the Frenchman as a dear friend of their dead son, with the father giving him the young man's violin to play while the former fiancée accompanies him on the piano (a scene from Frantz as well, but one that comes before the revelation of how the opposing soldiers actually met in the trench, long before the additional material of Anna following her quest for Adrien into an unexpected future that will finally take her away from the sorrows that have consumed her after the war).  My well-read-wife, Nina, tells me the novel version of The Sense of an Ending is a bit different as well, with the whole thing narrated by Tony (rather than just the occasional use of such in the film), no pregnancy for Susie, more frequent encounters among Tony and his old school friends, as well as more meetings with the older Veronica than the few on screen, but otherwise the major thrust of the story—especially about better understanding, then re-evaluating what you assumed to be definitive events from your past—remains consistent between the written and audiovisual media.

 Even without having any familiarity with the source material of these 2 current films, though, I easily found both of them to be quite compelling, well worth an investment of time in their cinematic experiences, as Frantz gives us a sense of something that almost could have been made back in the 1940s with its exceptional use of tonal-cinematography, aided by color (although I can find no helpful publicity stills to illustrate this changed approach) as some of the events are intensified—the “memories” of the young men in Paris, the hot-day-swimming when Anna and Adrien “warm up” to each other, the battlefield killing, Adrien fainting while playing violin for the Hoffmeisters, Anna dreaming of Frantz playing his violin, the parents reading Anna’s letter from Paris about Adrien’s musical “triumphs” there, the final scene with her, the Manet, and her new acquaintance in the Louvre.*  In the press notes, Ozon says “As blood runs through the veins [in “certain scenes of lying or happiness”], color irrigates the black and white of the film.”  Frantz also relies on depth-of-field-compositions, a slow pace of long takes where human interactions casually evolve while presented with an anchored-moving-camera (instead of the jerky-hand-held-imagery of so many contemporary works) even as … Ending presents the same overall leisurely narrative exposition but accented with an excellent experience of temporal-montage as images from the story’s present are constantly juxtaposed with those from Tony and Veronica’s past, imitating the mental flow of memory which can seem so immediate even when recalling events that happened decades ago.  These are both subtly-powerful-films, requiring that you invest your interests in what motivates the characters' decisions more so than being swept up by their actions based on those motivations.

*This achromatic to full-chromatic tactic and then back again reminds me of Wim Wenders’ marvelous Wings of Desire (1987), set in what was then present-day-Berlin where dozens of angels watch over humans, but in a melancholy manner, with a few of these divine creatures finally willing to trade in their guaranteed-eternal-existence for the passion felt by humans—even their miseries, which evoke deeper emotions than the angels are able to experience—so most of the film's scenes are shot in black-and-white, presented to us from the angelic-perspective until these images suddenly switch to full color when we’re seeing a human focus on the events.  For that matter, the bitterness the French and German supporting characters feel for each other in Frantz reminds me of an alternative view of this topic in another classicJean Renoir’s Grande Illusion (1937)which occurs during WW I but critiques the absurdity, the devastation of war, along with a willingness by some of the main characters to overcome artificial barriers plunging us into such horrors rather than the residual anger seen in Frantz.  Ozon acknowledges his debt to Lubitsch’s original version of his post-WW I story, but I think he also picked up some influence from Renoir (the celebrated filmmaker, not the equally-famous-painter of Manet’s era, although that Renoir [Pierre-Auguste] is the father of this master of the cinema) in his depiction of the vast complexities that steer human lives and emotions, at least in his characters of Anna and Adrien.  Finally, regarding Manet's bloody image on canvas, Ozon says: “In color, the painting takes on its full force, reminding us of the tragedy between Frantz and Adrien and of the whole morbid post-war period, with its two million dead in France and three million dead in Germany, and its mutilated, psychologically traumatized survivors, tempted by suicide.”
Bottom Line 
Final Comments: 
Despite my enthusiasm for both  these engaging films they’re not doing that well in the culture at large, doubtfully will they be remembered months from now when awards season once again rolls around.  Of the 2, Frantz scored best with the critics overall, garnering a very commendable 89% cluster of positive reviews from those surveyed at Rotten Tomatoes with a noticeably lower average of 73% at Metacritic, but it’s not so unusual for that group to record a less-supportive-response than RT; however, if there’s still a need to argue about how much critical commentary means to a film’s financial impact (vs. such factors as word-of-mouth or advertising blitzes) Frantz wouldn’t offer useful evidence, having taken in only about 573,000 domestic (U.S.-Canada) dollars after 5 weeks in release (although, it’s still playing, yet in only 106 theaters across northern North America making it difficult to generate much momentum; as for a global gross, there’s no info available to me on its international income over the months since the September 2016 debut in Germany and France)The Sense of an Ending did better financially, taking in about $1.2 million domestically in its first 4 weeks in release, but it hasn’t 
even made the official Box Office Mojo’s top weekend 100 during the last 2 accountings so its lifespan must be about done also, down to only 88 theaters for the March 31-April 2, 2017 tally (despite its absence on the recent Mojo lists I saw it just last week in San Francisco so you might be lucky enough to come across it if such a search would interest you); however, … Ending wasn’t so fortunate with the critics, gaining only 74% at RT, 61% at MC (more details for both of these films in the links a bit farther below).  Such a result doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try to find The Sense of an Ending—or Frantz while you're at it—later on video if you like, but neither will provide much relief if what you really need is something in the vein of The Fate of the Furious (F. Gary Gray), The Boss Baby (Tom McGrath), or—if you must go to this levelSmurfs: The Lost Village (Kelly Asbury), some of the current hit movies that, among them, have grossed (in all senses of that word) around $241 million or so in domestic receipts over just these last 3 weeks.*  

*While I’m willing to invest in the occasional offering of a movie like Beauty and the Beast [2017] (Bill Condon; review in our March 23, 2017 posting) or Kong: Skull Island (Jordan Vogt-Roberts; review in our March 16, 2017 posting), which have taken in about $616 million domestically (plus roughly another $979.3 million in the rest of the world over their roughly-6-week-presence—see, I do watch some blockbuster-mentality-stuff, just preferably not those that deal primarily with fast cars, talking babies, or little blue folks), I usually much prefer the contemplative-pleasures of fare such as what's in my review this week or the unanticipated plotlines of something like Personal Shopper (Olivier Assayas; review in our April 13, 2017 posting) or serious dramas drawn from largely-unknown-historical-annals such as The Zookeeper’s Wife (Niki Caro; review in our April 6, 2017 posting).

 By the way, as I begin to bring this combo-review’s cluster of comments to a close, I’ll note one theme sort of implied in both of this week’s films, but that doesn’t actually exist in their narratives, which is a gay connection between Tony and Adrian in The Sense of an Ending or, likewise, between Frantz and Adrien in Frantz.  Given Tony’s inability to connect with Veronica years ago or his ex-wife later (along with the much stronger emotional bond he shared with his sharp, intellectually-astute male friend) as well as the great sense of despair shown so frequently in French Adrien’s gloomy face as he thinks about Frantz we have every reason to believe at some point in the presentation of these stories that these men are truly longing for an unexpressed connection with their intimate same-sex-companions, yet what’s actually verified through later plot elements is that Tony was simply the left-out-member of a classic love triangle (although the loss of his lover to his best friend obviously festered in him for years, pushed to the level of tragedy when he misunderstood Adrian’s motivation for bathtub/razor-blade-suicide, assuming it was somehow connected to that vicious letter he sent) whereas Adrien is just consumed by guilt, feeling cowardly on the battlefield so he took shelter in a trench, then killed a counter-combatant more out of fear for losing his own life than any sense of nationalistic-pride/soldierly-duty, only to find out Frantz’s rifle wasn’t even loaded, then the guilt intensifies with his extensive lies to the dead man’s family and fiancée as he tried to bring some sense of joy back to their empty lives but to the further deterioration of his own melancholia. Of course you could argue that there truly is a gay subtext in these stories, not acknowledged in the above surface-explanations, but that's an ongoing debate in many aspects of narrative elucidation.

 The bitter secrets carried by primary characters in these films have led me, in the quest for my usual let's-wrap-up-the-review with a Musical Metaphor (to finalize my thoughts on what's been explored but now from a different perspective), to choose Carly Simon’s “We Have No Secrets” (from her 1972 No Secrets album) at com/watch?v=10JtEdqT CBA (from her lively 1995 concert performed at the unlikely venue of NYC’s transportation hub, Grand Central Station) because even though this singer and her lover in the song hold nothing back from each other unlike the tormented folks in Frantz and The Sense of an Ending, it’s clear that collectively Tony, Veronica, Adrian, Adrien, and Anna would prefer to “not always answer [their] questions [… because these inquiries] don’t always answer [their] prayers [… so that each of them could say] Often I wish That I never, never, never knew Some of those secrets of yours.”  Well, it’s no secret that I’m done for now, but as the Beatles said long ago “I’ll be back again,” real soon.  (What?  You want one more song?  OK, but free performances of Fab Four tunes are getting harder to find so here’s a quite decent cover version of "I'll Be Back" [on the1964 U.K. A Hard Day’s Night album, the 1964 U.S. Beatles ’65 album] from some Argentinian guys you might want to sing along with until I wander your way again next time.)
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Here’s more information about Frantz: (12:36 interview with actors Pierre Niney and Paula Beer—HOWEVER, if you—like me—don’t speak French you can use the CC [closed caption]  and Settings controls at the bottom of the YouTube screen to get an English translation, BUT the auto-translation program yields a result that offers a reasonable presentation of coherent thoughts much of the time yet at others it comes across as random dada poetry; sorry, but this is the best additional video I could find about this film for those of us who are monolinguists [also the film clips incorporated into this video will translate to French subtitles when the scenes’ dialogue is in German but that’s as far as it goes so you’ll just have to use the trailer above as a means of giving context to what’s occurring during these interludes])

Here’s more information about The Sense of an Ending: (35:00 interview with director Ritesh Batra and actors Jim Broadbent, Harriet Walker [begins with the same trailer above]) and (6:40 exploration of the relationship of the novel [of the same name], Julian Barnes’ Man Booker Prize-winning-book, to the adapted film)

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P.S.  Just to show that I haven’t fully flushed Texas out of my system here’s an alternative destination for you, Home in a Texas Bar, with Gary P. Nunn and Jerry Jeff Walker.


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Thursday, April 13, 2017

Personal Shopper, Going In Style [2017]

            Agitation in the Spirit World, Retaliation in the Material One

                                                            Review by Ken Burke

                                         Personal Shopper (Olivier Assayas)
A young woman in Paris (working as a personal assistant to a self-centered fashion model) has recently lost her twin brother to heart failure (a possible problem for her too), tries to use her paranormal sensitivities to contact him while she's receiving mysterious messages on her phone leaving her confused as to whom the sender is, but considerably more happens here.

“Executive Summary” (no spoilers): Maureen works in Paris as a personal assistant to a self-absorbed fashion model to support herself (duties include picking up various possibly-interesting-clothes for her employer with a strict admonition to never try any of them on herself) but she’s also trying to make paranormal-contact with her recently-deceased twin brother, Lewis (both siblings share this psychic ability, but he was much more adept at it, with their mutual promise that whoever died first would reach out from the great beyond to the other), partly out of respect for the promise from her brother, partly as help for a couple who want to buy the house Lewis died in as long as it’s not compromised with an angry haunting.  Attempting to say what else goes on in this unique, mysterious film without getting into spoiler territory is difficult because various surprises keep popping up in the plot, so I’ll just confine myself to noting Maureen begins receiving various unidentified phone texts that leave her greatly disturbed as to whom or where the sender might be.

 Even though I can’t say much more about this film unless you’re willing to delve into the spoilers provided below, I'll recommend it as a marvelously fascinating experience, although you may want more definitive answers as to what’s happening here than writer-director Assayas is willing to divulge; even without that full sense of resolution, though, I think you’d be well-satisfied by yet-another-solid performance from Kristen Stewart who’s proving herself to possess quite a range in her on-screen-work.  But if you're interested in Personal Shopper you’d better look fast because it’s already been out for 5 weeks, not doing that great with its ticket sales, quite likely to be gone soon.

So, curious readers, if you can abide plot spoilers in order to learn much more about the particular cinematic offering under examination this week please feel free to read on for more of the traditional Two Guys in-depth-explorations in our brilliant (!)-but-lengthy review format.
What Happens: Maureen (Kristen Stewart) has 2 reasons to be living in Paris at present: (1) She’s employed as an assistant to famous-but-bitchy fashion model Kyra (Nora von Waldstätten), with her chief duties including picking up clothes that have caught her boss’ eye but are unavailable for her direct acquisition because her fame precludes her mingling with the public (apparently when you operate at that level you can also send back anything that turns out not to suit you, no matter the expense of the item); despite Maureen’s ease toward this high-roller-environment she hobnobs with (but has no actual connection to except her job) she’s directly forbidden by Maureen from getting too close to this luxurious lifestyle by never being allowed to try on anything she’s procuring for Kyra, (2) her twin brother, Lewis, has recently died from some rare form of heart failure (which may plague Maureen also, a doctor tells her) in a house on the outskirts of the city where she’s trying to make psychic contact with him because they both have paranormal gifts, although his were much stronger, allowing him to function as a spiritual medium making contact with the dead.

 These siblings made an agreement that the first to go would reach out to the other so Maureen’s anxious to finalize that, as well as determine that the house isn’t disruptingly-haunted so that a married couple can buy it, then renovate the place.  While Maureen's 1st overnight visit to the large, mostly empty house results in little more than hearing strange noises, on a 2nd attempt—while she’s asleep—we see the spirit of a woman clearly floating around, although we’re (or, I guess I should say, I'm) never sure about who she is nor why she’s there.  (Although she may be—or be connected to—an actual early-20th-century-artist from Sweden, Hilma af Klint, whose abstract work was way ahead of its time [and predates Wassily Kandinsky, usually credited with inventing pure pictorial abstraction], but this wasn't recognized until long after her death; ... Shopper presents her nonobjective-images as useful for meditative doorways into other dimensions by paranormal practitioners.  Her The Swan, no. 17 [1915] is shown here in the accompanying photo.)

By the time you finish this review you may think I'm fixated
on Kristen Stewart, but it's really just a case of almost all
of the publicity photos that I could find feature only her.
 However, we soon find out youngish-Maureen’s barely-tolerated/more-mundane-aspects of her Parisian-life (she admits in Skype conversations with her long-distance-lover who’s been away for a long time installing a complex, high-tech security system far off in the desert of Oman she hates her job but still resists his entreaties to join him because of her pre-death-pact with her brother) are often spent just picking up items for Kyra (even if Maureen has to take the train to London to get them), then delivering these various items of clothing to Kyra's plush living quarters where one day, while waiting for her self-consumed-boss to finally get off the phone, she has a talk in the living room with Ingo (Lars Eidinger), Kyra’s lover, who’s equally-grumpy that day, about likely getting displaced because Kyra’s (never-seen) husband’s getting suspicious.  Then another plot complication emerges when Maureen starts receiving unidentified texts that she’s not sure are coming from someone living or dead, although the mysterious communicant leaves her a room key in an upscale hotel which she visits but can find nothing about the identity of her benefactor because the room’s been booked in her name, paid for with cash.  Through the texts, though, Maureen’s finally encouraged to break Kyra’s rules so one day when the little dragon is out of town Maureen goes to Kyra’s apartment (she has a key), tries on some swanky evening clothes, masturbates herself in Kyra’s bed while wearing them, then sleeps there (an amorphous spirit appears while she snoozes but it's not clear how this connects with previous scenes except that Maureen has unrefined psychic connections that follow her around).  The next morning she leaves but comes back that evening to find Kyra bloodily-murdered; after hearing loud noises, seeing lights in the back of the apartment Maureen runs away, anonymously calls the police about Kyra’s death.

 More texts demand that Maureen must meet the mysterious sender at the hotel (with a claim that he/she/it has access to her place and will intrude shortly if she doesn’t comply; she believes this because she left some jewelry at Kyra's home but it’s now in Maureen’s apt.) so she goes to the hotel room where she seems to confront the texter (looking directly at her so we don’t know who it is before fadeout—a tactic often used to end scenes in this film).  The next morning, though, it all somewhat begins to come together with odd scenes that show doors opening from an empty elevator into the lobby, then the front doors to the street opening and closing even as no one walks through, followed by Ingo going through the entry doors himself (followed by yet another non-presence-opening-and-closing of the hotel's main entrance) only to be taken down by police as he’s apparently been traced to Kyra’s murder (we assume he’s Maureen’s texter also but nothing’s said to verify that).  Next, we have Maureen visiting Lewis’ former girlfriend, Lara (Sigrid Bouaziz), where she has a new beau who used to work with Lewis, says he senses his presence even now, after which a glass floats through the kitchen in the background of a shot, falls to the ground and breaks.  Soon thereafter Maureen’s finally  in Oman, is taken to where her boyfriend lives (he’s still at work, will arrive later) where yet another floating glass breaks, following by strange noises and a final fadeout.

Here's a shot of Nora von Waldstätten as Kyra, one of the
very few usable, non-Stewart photos that I came across.
So What? Personal Shopper confounds the normal attempts of a close-analytical-process as it mixes elements of a very-unnerving-ghost-story with an unsettling-stalking-mystery which (in retrospect) doesn’t seem to be tied to the paranormal plot (or is it?), a gruesome murder where the killer has a morbid-motive (but if he is Ingo functioning as the mystery-texter he’s obviously got a grudge going against Kyra also, certainly knows how to manipulate all of the plot's circumstances to his grisly benefit), and a few lingering questions about the presence of this manifested ghost (these ghosts?) in all of this other activity which doesn’t seem related to Lewis and Maureen at all (it’s clear that she’s frequently in the presence of something supernatural but the seeming hostility—including X’s carved onto walls and tables—implies some other spirit than Lewis, or if it’s him we have no understanding of why he’d be so hostile to his devoted sister).  Some have referred to this film as “Hitchcockian” but only from the buildup-of-suspense-comparisons not from a refusal-to-explicate-the-plot-perspective (even in Psycho [1960] when it’s clear that Norman Bates is a deranged-murderer we get a lengthy explanatory scene at the end detailing how he absorbed his dead mother’s persona, with “her” giving the film’s final speech from inside of her son’s mind about how “she’s” going to continue hiding her true nature from her police captors).  Conversely, Assayas contends (see the 3rd link far below attached to this film) that he doesn’t intend to explain everything, leaving us with something that’s oddly more in the vein of Poetic Realism (as with such classics as L’Atalante [Jean Vigo, 1934] or Like Water for Chocolate [Alfonso Arau, 1992]) rather than a nice, neatly-wrapped-up horror or crime movie from the realm of plot-dominated Formalism.*

*I doubt that many of you would want to delve into an obtuse, academic explanation of these terms, but if you do one extremely useful source is David Bordwell’s On the History of Film Style (1997).

By now, even Kristen's getting tired of seeing all these
shots of herself; I can't blame her for nodding off.
 Despite the many unanticipated nuances that keep confounding what we’ve come to expect from cinematic narratives usually being explicated for us (except in the rare case of intentionally-ambiguous masterpieces such as what we find in Blowup [Michelangelo Antonioni, 1966] or even more so as vaguely-explored in intangibly-inexplicable intra-/inter-personally-probing-aspects of  our shared human existence presented in Persona [Ingmar Berman, 1966]), critics mostly embrace the unexpected aspects of Personal Shopper which has scored 79% positive reviews at Rotten Tomatoes, a composite score of 77% at Metacritic (more details in the Related Links section for this film far below) while Assayas was awarded the Best Director honor at the 2016 Cannes Film Festival.  Public response hasn’t been so solid, though, given that the film’s made only about $1 million in domestic (U.S.-Canada) grosses, even after 5 weeks in release, so that it’s now playing in only 141 theaters (disappearing fast, if you’re trying to find it) so clearly this is for the more-cerebral-filmgoer who’s interested in an retrospective pondering rather than the typical horror attack of upturned crucifixes, massive amounts of splattered blood or a mystery story of unexpected murder.

Bottom Line 
Final Comments: 
Given my assumption that your most likely encounter with Personal Shopper will be—if at all—through some form of its post-theatrical-video-release I’d encourage you to consider seeking it out because it so effectively keeps you off balance as to where it’s going next, from the opening scenes of Maureen followed in those long tracking shots through Lewis’ spookily-empty (but not fully quiet) house all the way through to the strange, sudden ending (not unlike that of Blowupas she’s being cryptically-confronted by some presence from the paranormal even though she’s now moved on to another continent (not that spirits likely have any time-space-barriers on their movements, but this abrupt closure makes it clear whomever/whatever that is actively in her life is attached to her, not to a specific environment) with the texting mystery and the unexpected murder (not that Kyra’s given us too much reason to weep over her demise) thrown in for further complication but a refusal of closure as to exactly how this all fits together.  Assayas and Stewart have successfully worked together before in Clouds of Sils Maria (review in our May 14, 2015 posting—still working its way toward a more-readable-paragraph-layout [I ask your tolerance, but it’s still better than the ridiculously-run-on-versions of prior years] while opening with a shot of my cat, Bella [who ultimately became the $4,500 kitty before her rashes finally cleared up, although her tender tummy still helps "individualize" our carpets] who continues to bring us joy, when she actually notices that we live here tooI’ve also got some ramblings in this prior posting about aging in the So What section, quite appropriate for our next review here below), for me an even-better-film overall where Steward's also in the role (Valentine) of an assistant to a star (Juliette Binoche) but one who’s older, more in dialogue with Stewart’s character until they have a falling-out.  Clouds … is certainly more straightforward in narrative terms although Valentine ambiguously disappears in a manner that sets the mood for what’s here developed further in Personal Shopper.

 As I initially set out to discover an appropriate song that I might use for my usual structure of a review-ending-Musical Metaphor (taking one last look—or listen, as the case may be now—at the subject at hand), I admit the myriad directions of Personal Shopper had me a bit stymied with only something as odd as a mid-1960s-dose of Bob Dylan surrealism (such as the exquisite "Visions of Johanna"* [on the grand 1966 Blonde on Blonde album]) coming to me as something that might try to  reasonably reflect this unpredictable film; then, as I was gathering my background info for the review, skimming through the many varying Rotten Tomatoes comments I noticed one from David Stratton of The Australian; referring to Stewart he says that “You just can’t take your eyes off her, whether she’s involved in something wild and unpredictable or just talking into her phone.”**  That got me thinking about an ambiguous song I haven’t heard in a long time, but it’s so haunting I just had to find it which I finally did after a lengthy diversion (because I didn't know for sure what the title was).  It’s “The Blower’s Daughter” by Damien Rice (from his 2002 debut album O; the song’s title, given that Rice is Irish, could easily refer to an Irish slang term for a hashish dealer) at (a tune which comes back to me as something I occasionally hear when my wife, Nina, plays the album or which I vaguely remember from its use in the soundtrack of Closer [Mike Nichols, 2004] an impactful romantic tragedy of interlocking/uncoupling-couples), with allusive lyrics that conjure up for me the ghost of Lewis psychically saying to Maureen, “And so it is Just like you said it would be Life goes easy on me Most of the time” (in death), but he’s still actively connected to his twin, feeling “I can’t take my eyes off of you […] I can’t take my mind off of you,” turning her life into constant confusion as to what’s happening because of his (?) presence, why it’s happening, so we’re left wondering if because of all this she might really be thinking, “Did I say I loath you? [or, if it’s not Lewis, then whatever spirit is haunting her] Did I say that I want to Leave it all behind?”***  

 Once you’ve worked your way through all of the (admittedly unnecessary [but it felt good to gripe all about of this foolishness]) footnotes below you can leave this review behind as well with my hopes you never get sidetracked as long as I did trying to find a song that proved as elusive to identify, verify, and offer to you as are Personal Shopper’s effectively-off-kilter-narrative-contents.

*Including this song here is yet another bit of my diversionary-sidetracking, this time even further from my usual journalistic standards (?), but it’s a favorite Dylan tune of mine and my marvelous wife, Nina's—she's one of my few acknowledged-readers (and she's always my most-useful-after-the-fact-proofreader [though she’d gladly do it before-the-fact if I wouldn’t post these things so damn late every week])—so I offer it in tribute to her in this version of "... Johanna" from a 1966 concert in Belfast, Northern Ireland (used by muddily-metaphorical-me as a vague connection to Damien Rice, although he was born in Celbridge, County Kildare, “southern” Ireland) in a performance where you can clearly understand what Dylan’s singing about (not a guarantee in more recent decades of our newest Nobel Literature laureate’s performances—I speak from at-times-disappointed-experience).

**If you wish to read Stratton’s review you might try either this link or this one—which popped up at various times in my attempts to get to this source—but be forewarned you may just get an invitation to subscribe to The Australian before you go any further, although if you just type “david stratton review of personal shopper” into a search engine you might land on the actual article (how I inconsistently got the above links), but I can’t guarantee anything.  You’ll have to trust that I read through the entire (complimentary) review, with hopes that you’ll be able to somehow do the same—or maybe not, when I tried to verity that strategy I ended up with just the subscription page again.

***I must warn you, though, if you get intrigued by this song but somehow lose these explanations of and links to it—remembering only that haunting refrain of “I can’t take my eyes off of you”—so that you do some Internet searches that lead you to references of Josh Groban singing a song of that title, DON’T go down the rabbit hole of trying to figure out how this could be what you’re looking for when the song’s not listed on any Groban album (except for a vague reference to a Chess in Concert live recording where this song’s #19 of 81 cuts, yet when you search out that album you find you’re dealing with soundtracks from the London [1986], Broadway [1988], or other cast recordings of the play Chess, including a Chess in Concert [2008] with Groban as one of the singers but an almost completely different playlist, no mention at all of “I Can’t Take My Eyes Off You”—DESPITE  a YouTube video claiming to be Groban singing such a song [you can also find lyrics of such attached to him in other searches], but listen and hear that it’s actually Rice you’re listening to).  What a waste of hours of my time trying to sort all this out until I finally noticed the Rice mention in the small print of the “Groban” video.  Of course, you can also get distracted if you veer off into the completely-separate-yet-seemingly-similar (but you can’t copyright titles anyway) “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You” 1967 hit by Frankie Valli (on The 4 Seasons Present Frankie Valli Solo 1967 album); hell, at this point I might as well give you a link to that one too (live performance; time and place unknown to me), as I was about ready to forget the intentions of my previous search and just go with Valli’s song, despite it not being at all what I was looking for (glad I didn’t, in the long run).
SHORT TAKES (spoilers also appear here)
                                              Going In Style (Zach Braff)
3 long-time friends/former steelworkers find themselves in financial straits when their pensions are suspended due to a corporate merger so 1 of them decides they should rob the bank that’s callously foreclosing on his home due to insufficient mortgage payments; the action’s paced to its octogenarian protagonists but there are sufficient laughs to maintain interest.
 Once again we’re in the realm of remakes, with the original version of this story (same title) dating back to 1979 (directed by Martin Brest), then starring George Burns, Art Carney, and Lee Strasberg (with the main similarity to this new version being 3 old guys successfully pulling their 1st bank robbery, but otherwise it sounds like an entirely different plot [maybe I saw it but, honestly, I have no recollection of such] as the motivation for that stickup is just to bring a thrill into some dull lives with Burns being the only one who doesn’t die of natural causes during the run of the story).  As I’ve noted in recent reviews (given the constant flow of remakes we’re getting at the cinema lately) I generally don’t have much use for such retreads unless they’ve got something usefully-new to offer or at least are technologically-impressive.  This new version of Going In Style properly hits my 1st criterion quite well as the motivation for the robbery this time is revenge by 3 old (in all senses of the word) friends/former co-workers—Joe (Michael Caine), Willie (Morgan Freeman), Albert (Alan Arkin)—who are being robbed themselves by their Brooklyn steelworks ex-employer recently acquired by Wexler Industries, with the retirees’ pensions suddenly cut off to pay various other corporate expenses (including moving all the manufacturing jobs to Vietnam within 30 days [a theme that should resonate with Trump voters, although none of this movie’s jobs are brought back home, so keep that in mind over the next 4 years]) while Joe’s large-and-largely-uncaring-financial-institution (Williamsburg Savings Bank) is about to evict him, his daughter, and granddaughter for being behind on his suddenly-huge-mortgage payments, as well as managing our 3 guys' pension grab.  

 With assistance in the planning from shady Jesus (John Ortiz)—not the Son of God (as we saw in The Shack [Stuart Hazeldine; review in our March 29, 2017 posting]) but a guy who was behind a mask when 3 other bank robbers opened our story with their smooth, successful heist of WSB, witnessed by Joe (we don’t learn that about this co-conspirator until later)—and encouragement from watching Dog Day Afternoon (Sidney Lumet, 1975) on TV, our guys concoct a complicated scheme allowing them to get away with $2.3 million (leaving in what we in the San Francisco area call a para-transit-van, so as not to draw attention to their escape) while supposedly spending the afternoon at a charity event run by their fraternal organization called the Knights of the Hudson.

 Along the way we get the standard fare of old-guy-jokes plus the physically-comedic-bits that play on the elderly-protagonists’-ages (off-screen, we find the youngest is Freeman at 79, with Arkin at  83, Caine 84), including a warmup theft at the local Value Town grocery store where we watch the silliness of Joe and Willie pushing large foodstuffs into their clothes, then try for a getaway with a motorized shopping cart (which sets them up for potential discovery when the store manager, Keith [Kenan Thompson, from NBC-TV’s Saturday Night Live], later compares his video surveillance of his thieves to that from the bank, seeing the same gait in Albert, with a further clue coming from a little girl who offered her doll to the bank robbers, exposing Willie’s mask enough to know he’s African American).  Despite the determination of FBI Special Agent Hamer (Matt Dillon) to crack this case (the bank’s anxious too, given the money they’ve lost with the recent robberies), nothing comes of it because the girl doesn’t identify any of them when they're brought to a police lineup (even though she recognizes Willie’s wristwatch with a photo of his granddaughter in it), so they all get away with the crime, now live comfortably (they only wanted what they needed for the mortgage and their pension incomes), secretly giving away the excess funds to supportive waitress Mitzi (Siobhan Fallon Hogan) at their favorite dive-y diner and their buddies at the Knights lodge (the one we see most is slightly-loony Milton [Christopher Lloyd]), with the final plot wrap-up allowing Albert to donate a kidney to save Willie from full renal failure, a “red herring” scene where we’re led to think Albert died in the process, then the payoff when we learn we’re at his wedding to long-time-sweetheart Annie (Ann-Margaret).

 Going In Style is a pleasant enough jaunt to the local movie palace, especially relatable to those of us “of a certain age” (of the group I saw this with, the youngest ones are 66, with me almost halfway down the road [Not over the hill, damn it!] to 70—although the critical community at large, [probably generally younger than us], isn’t so receptive, with dismal scores of 44% at RT, a bit-higher-50% at MC; as for the box-office so far, it wasn’t exactly a heist, with a relatively-small $16.7 million on opening weekend [$11.9 million of it domestically, yet the movie's playing in over 3,000 theaters]), extremely-well-acted by its principals, but it’s not something you’re going to remember much as the months roll on.  However, my Musical Metaphor was much easier to determine (and find) than the one for Personal Shopper because not only does its theme (older people taking control of their lives when left behind by society at large) fit my chosen song but we also have the connection of their bank robbery being done while wearing (barely-recognizable) “Rat Pack” masks of Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and Sammy Davis Jr., so what else could I pick but Sinatra’s “My Way” (from his 1969 album of the same name, a song with lyrics by Paul Anka based on the 1967 French tune, “Comme d’habitude” [by Claude François, Jacques Revaux, Gilles Thibault]) at, a 1989 live performance by Frank; it’s not a great video, but at least you see him (elderly as he looks [about 79 at the time] here in correspondingly-washed-out-imagery) sing rather than just listening to the original recording over some photos like in the other versions I found.  It’s an appropriately-defiant-aural-attitude for Going in Style, which I enjoyed but can’t truly praise as being anything more than a predictable, easy-going, although quite-funny-at-times experience.  (Just like reading this blog, wouldn’t you say?)
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Here’s more information about Personal Shopper: (26:16 interview with director Olivier Assayas, actor Kristen Stewart)

Here’s more information about Going in Style: (28:22 rambling [at best; now I don't feel so bad when I constantly do this] interview with actors Michael Caine, Morgan Freeman, Alan Arkin, and Ann-Margaret [begins with a repeat of the above trailer])

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