My musical-abhorrence is already well-recorded, so it won't really mean much to y'all if I call The Umbrellas of Cherbourg my favorite musical, since I could probably count on my fingers the number of musicals in total that I like.
But it should mean more when I call it one of my favorite movies, period, and that I consider it (alongside Bertolucci's The Conformist) as perhaps the most beautiful movie I've ever seen. And tonight, thanks to wonderful MoMA, I'm finally seeing Cherbourg - hosted by Guy Maddin, of all people - on the big screen! Bliss! I can't wait. I hope it's raining when the screening is over so I can step out onto a street glistening with city lights and put on my best Deneuve sad smile and imagine for a moment I could live in a world so lovely and romantic...
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I saw it for the first time a couple months ago and my eyes still haven't dried.
I was as surprised as anyone to find myself not particularly enamoured with this movie. I liked it to a degree, but... I dunno. Meh. It had too much in common with dodgy American musicals. That - and this'll sound odd, i hope y'all understand what i mean - innocent singing style where everyone sounds like they just awoke from a dream filled with daisies and bluebirds and rabbits named Toodlepie. I just kinda wanted them to stop singing once in a while. Like, I couldn't tell when one song started and another ended so apart from several of the key songs, it just twee music and lots of it.
hmmph
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