Real. I like real. If you want an opinion on fake acting, pretense, self aggrandisement, or the quintessential "me", go read a Nicole Kidman movie review. If you're curious about "real", have dinner at a quiet little place with Cate Blanchett. A modest parsley roasted quail starter, two little German sausage laced frittata samplers swimming in saffron gravy, a minor stack of dice sized cheeses, an olive from the heart of the Pelopponese. Zinfandel in a delicate stem of crystal.
Look into her face and see Elizabeth. See Dylan. Die four deaths in Babel. Live a numb furiosity inside the hell of a world war. Live it as a "Good German" and as Charlotte Gray. Be Katharine Hepburn ricocheting off Howard Hughes' concrete/aluminum ego. Smile a little and see if she can be Petal again.
Be someone else and be real at the same time. Genius.
REVIEWER #2: Although this is not a review, I can concur that certain actors, in certain situations create movie magic.
REVIEWER #2: Although this is not a review, I can concur that certain actors, in certain situations create movie magic.
2 comments:
Did you have dinner with Cate? I don't think so. It's a real nice idea, though.
It's funny how a Kalamata olive figures into this writeup.
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