Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts

Saturday, 10 June 2017

The lure, too strong, you crumble!

Ninotchka (1939)

At one look, it appears like a movie from the genre of, what we would call 'romcom' (romantic comedy). Look deeper, it is a parody of communism and poking fun at the lifestyle of Bolsheviks who oust their bourgeois to distribute the wealth of the nation to the working class people. Look deeper still, you will find the unanswerable question of life. Is the purpose of life is to enjoy the moment, here and now or is it a journey of self-discovery, self-discipline, following of a preset path for a mission to be attained at the end of it all?

This preWW2 film was banned in the Soviet Union and its controlled countries as it painted a lifeless, caricatured and an automaton-like picture of Soviet people and its officers. In the film, life in Russia is portrayed as pathetic. Living in cramped quarters with privacy being an alien word and eating omelette is a luxurious cuisine.

It is the post-Bolshevik Russia and three Soviet officers are sent to Paris to auction off a set of jewellery from the aristocratic collections to finance the Stalin's 5-year plan programme. (There is a joke in the movie about the 5-year-plan taking 15 years to complete!)

The three bumbling officers, drawn to city lights and the lure of Paris orchestrated by exiled Russian bourgeoisie, go astray from their duties. Soviet authorities send their straight talking business minded special officer Ninotchka Yakushova to put things straight. Things were going right for the Russians until Ninotchka fell in love with the lure of private ownership, commercialism, the luxury of life in the free world and a hopelessly romantic playboy and a Count.

At the end of the day, personal ambitions, drive to do the good thing for the greater God and to do the right thing all took a backseat. The inner primordial desire to satisfy lust, to enjoy the finer things in life, sloth and greed won. No matter how hard one tries to attain his ambitions, Man, being Man, crumbles to his indwelling biological needs. You can only suppress the feelings to a certain extent. He would ponder on the futility of this exercise when the environment he is in is not hostile. He would question the necessity to prepare for an uncertain catastrophe, which in his current situation would appear remote or even non-existent. That is when he would the shields down and tell himself that he had a fool all these while. But has he?


Memorable lines
  • This picture takes place in Paris in those wonderful days when a siren was a brunette and not an alarm --- and if a Frenchman turned out the light, it was not on account of an air raid! (Introduction)
  • "I was hurt when the swallows left us in the winter for capitalistic countries.  Now I know why! We have the high ideals, they have the climate!" 'says Nintschka when she opens a Parisian hotel window to appreciate the capitalistc air!

Tuesday, 5 August 2014

Shadows of Norman Bates

Goodbye Again (Aimez-vous Brahms?, 1961)
A movie made in Paris, as someone described it as typical of a French movie starring the restaurants and automobiles, involving Ingrid Bergman and Anthony Perkins (yes! Mr Norman Bates himself). It is a romantic drama which showcases the dilemma of a love of a cougar and its prey! It exposed Perkins' acting ability to earn him the Best Actor's award in Cannes in 1961. Somehow, you cannot help but visualise him as an eccentric young man here too!
Paula (Bergman) is a 40 year old interior decorator who feels that her biological clock ticking away as her partner of 5 years continue life as a swinging bachelor jumping from bed to bed. Like a good partner, Paula turns a blind eye to his philandering ways as he continues with his 'business' trips and returns to her as he feels like it.
Paula gets an offer to decorate an American lady's apartment in Paris. Her son is a lazy spoilt brad who is in Paris for a short stint to learn French Law.
This eccentric 25 year old lawyer (Philip, Anthony Perkins) gets mesmerised with Paula's elegance and starts wooing her to the extent of stalking. A bored Paula eventually succumbs to his advances.
Meanwhile, Paula's partner, after being 'told off' by Paula, finds his liaison with an up-and-coming self proclaimed prima donna a tiring affair.
After an initial ecstasy, Paula and Philip get to reassess their relationship after frequent ridicule by friends. Philip's 'laissez-faire' attitude to work and life starts being an irritant.
Paula and former partner yearn for each other. Philip is dropped like a hot potato and they marry. Fin.

“Be afraid. Be very afraid.”*