December 07, 2016

A bounty of delicate buttons



After a long week I rewarded myself with a film that is so extra, just about every review of it has employed “voluptuous” or “sumptuous” to describe it — two heavy on the tongue words for the splendor of its opulence. Yes, I went to see The Handmaiden, which completely delivered a bounty of  buttons, brocade, and silks, while at once, it is the twisty-turny story of a con, timed to precision like The Sting. And all laced with Park Chan-wook’s clever perversity. He’s got room to breathe with this film. It is not as tightly wound as Oldboy or the Vengeance films.

 

Part of the reason I admire good film criticism is, even in these newsletters, I find it difficult to describe certain elements of a cast or an individual performance. Some performers have a mysterious and magical charisma that no English word quite comes close to capturing. In a sentence, it is the quality of a beautiful person who hasn’t revealed all their cards. The commotion of beauty and mystery. “Intriguing” is too distant. “Stunning” is too much of an emphasis on looks, but this quality is atmospheric. I suppose the closest word to what I mean is “sexy,” but that’s a bit teenage, certainly people who have it, are the ones to crush over, but some of us prefer wallflowers. And this quality isn’t star quality, another superpower charisma: Tom Hardy has it in spades, but Bradley Cooper doesn’t have it, but he's got more than enough of the later. It is eerie when an entire cast has it. The cast of Moonlight has it. The cast of Halt and Catch Fire has it.

 

Whatever it is, the three leads in the Handmaiden all have it too (there are actually four leads, but one plays a creepy uncle, so if the actor normally has it, in this role it would be impossible to tell.) Several years ago, Jung-woo Ha played opposite Vega Farmiga, it personified, in Never Forever. But it’s Tae-ri Kim and Min-hee Kim who walk away with the picture. This voluptuous. Sumptuous. Whatever it is, *it* of a film.
 

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This week I read Monster, John Gregory Dunne’s memoir that is largely about his screenwriting and script doctoring on an impossible project that was eventually realized as the mediocre romcom, Up Close and Personal. While Hollywood is its own beast —or, “monster,” as he puts it— elements of the story will resonate with anyone who has seen a project flounder from too many cooks in the kitchen and endless systematic indecisiveness. Something delightfully odd about the book is there’s so much minutia that feels at times like he’s put his “to do” list down in punchy prose. Paragraphs include quick asides about doctor visits scheduled and car rentals and trouble booking hotels and the tasks of planning a bicoastal life that are normally edited out in personal accounts. At one point, he lists his daily schedule working on a script over the Christmas holiday. He and Joan Didion flew out to Honolulu for a cram session and each day they stuck to this routine:

 

“...a sunrise swim, breakfast, then four hours’ work in the suite; an hour for lunch, then two more hours’ work in the afternoon; another swim, then three more hours’ work before a late dinner with Quintana. After dinner, we went over the day’s pages, then printed out a schedule of scenes for the next day.”

 

I wrote it down in my notebook, because it seemed like the perfect planning for a day’s work. I’m not very good at setting work/life boundaries even when it comes to scheduling in something as quotidian as lunch and breakfast. But I haven’t got Hawaii, a hotel, a pool, or a writing and life companion like Joan Didion for that matter, so…

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