So sick with the flu, it hurts to move my eyes but I did manage to watch a few movies and am currently binge-watching Black Mirror season 4, which is consistently amazing.
Irma Vep, 1996, is about the making of a movie, complete with dramatic personalities, quirky and difficult artistes, people dancing wildly in striped t-shirts to Serge Gainsbourg, and of course, Maggie Cheung looking insanely hot in a latex cat-suit. It’s not that deep but fun to watch.
Radio Mary, 2017 This film is mostly mega-closeups of the leading lady’s pained face, then her wandering around in a nightgown, still looking pained. It’s not clear what happened, we just know that something did because for some reason everyone is concerned. Then there’s this guy that is real/not real? Well, somehow he floats around in the sky and then comes down again. He’s also a serial killer? And if he touches you, you become infected? Oh, and Mary: there’s music in her head and she is telepathic? See all these question marks? That’s how I feel about this movie. It made no sense.
La Fidelite, 2000 directed by Andrzej Zulawski. I have seen this one before but I still enjoy it. This move is so classically French, it is almost as if they are making fun of themselves. It has everything: budding romance in Parisian flower shops, torrid affairs, magazine industry hijinks, bougie mansions, creepy organized crime, and the incredibly chic Sophie Marceau. Just when you think it’s wrapping up it takes you down another road with more story. This film is the equivalent of eating an entire box of eclairs in one sitting, and it’s not terrible.