Wednesday, October 14, 2009

35 Shots of Rum

France Claire Denis

This was a slow, boring examination of a father/daughter relationship in the outskirts of Paris. He drives a commuter subway car, she is a college-age student. They touch and hug a lot in a quasi-incestuous manner. They have deeply suppressed relationships with two other people who live in the same building...a morose young white guy and a woman who has apparently been pining for the father for decades, which to me was inexplicable since he was almost totally inarticulate. He did a lot of quiet emoting.

This director has done some fine work in the past...but not this time.

I was also irritated that the titular practice(unexplained in the film) was held up as something cool, something to mark great events in one's life, when in fact it can easily lead to death from alcohol poisoning. So, what are we celebrating...a particularly stupid way to commit suicide?

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