The Berlinale is in crisis. Actually, it has been for a long time. Traditionally regarded as one of the three most important film festivals in the world, the festival has lagged behind the other two—Cannes and Venice—for two decades, and sees its podium presence on paper threatened by other minor rivals. due to the odd position it occupies on the calendar and, in part, its increasing indecision. It’s about what kind of show you want to be.
This last question needs to be answered by the new art director. Italian critic Carlo Chatrianwho needs only three years on the job to transition from hero to villain. He was accused of turning the Berlinale into an increasingly localized event and of over-privileging strict auteur cinema, Much is at stake in the 73rd edition of the festival. Therefore, it is better for him that the overall level of films to be screened in the next ten days—where Spanish-made films abound, as a few lines will be detailed below—is well above the level he will watch this Thursday. commissioned for the opening of the exhibition.
The name of the movie She Came to Me stars Anne Hathaway, Peter Dinklage and Marisa Tomei. This makes it the closest movie to a star cast among the actors in the program, and this is undoubtedly one of the reasons why it was honored to open the festival; the other, the strange—because unjust—fidelity the Berlinale maintains to its director, Rebecca Miller. “Love has the power to transform people, change our lives, and I wanted to talk about a radical form of love,” the American told the press today about his sixth feature film, the fourth of which is presented here. The unexpected idyll between an opera composer in crisis and a romance-addicted tugboat captain It peppers the mix with a portrait of a young couple forced to take drastic measures to defend their union, and supposedly bizarre characters like a hysterical version of Marie Kondo and a fascist stenographer.
The result is a movie that demands a lot but does very little.: Tries to be like Woody Allen’s comedies about neurotic people, but lacks the necessary dialogue to do so; tries to justify the feeling of love, but fails to establish a minimal level of chemistry between his interpreters; it desires to be stylish, but instead it is shabby; and it earns the label of the absurd not because of the extravagance it desperately points to, but because it falls into inconsistency and folly.