SYNOPSICS
Les beaux jours d'Aranjuez (2016) is a French,German,English movie. Wim Wenders has directed this movie. Reda Kateb,Sophie Semin,Jens Harzer,Peter Handke are the starring of this movie. It was released in 2016. Les beaux jours d'Aranjuez (2016) is considered one of the best Drama movie in India and around the world.
A beautiful summer day. A garden. A terrace. A woman and a man sit at a table beneath the trees, with a soft summer wind. In the distance, in the vast plain, the silhouette of Paris. A conversation begins: questions and answers between the woman and the man. It deals with sexual experiences, childhood, memories, the essence of summer and the difference between men and women. It illustrates both, feminine perspective and masculine perception. In the background, inside the house that opens onto the terrace, on the woman and the man: the writer, in the process of imagining this dialogue and typing it down. Or is it the other way around? Might it be that those two characters over there tell him what he's putting down on paper: a long, final dialogue between a man and a woman?
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Wim Wenders knowingly trifles with innovations on an experimental front, but this time, it doesn't work
Wenders' 3D-labelled Golden Lion candidate is a major letdown in Venice this year, it is literally a French "talkie" between a man (Kateb) and a woman (Semin), who sit in a charming garden and converses about inconsequential trivialities with chutzpah, which are sex-obsessed, self- emancipating, boastfully elusive, sometimes even out on a limb of being pretentiously scatological, but film is intrinsically a lesser medium to bestow a full credit to the ineffable weight of words, especially when its visual monotony inevitably will take a heavy toll in its feature length. The experience is not entirely unpleasant but unavoidably soporific, many a time one simply wishes that the whole thing were a tongue-in-cheek joke which Wenders chirpily inflicts on audience to test how much they can endure gobbledygook and to verify whether his status and prestige can get away with it, - and my answer is a firm no, not this time. The film is based on Peter Handke's script which is originally tailored for a two-handler play, but Wenders takes an offbeat decision to produce it as a film toying with 3D technology, unfortunately, the double-layered special effect is rather ill-fitting, ironically, the film becomes less tiring when one takes off the 3D-glass, things barely happen on the screen, and the scenery is practically always in the same, lush, luminous garden, so why on earth we should be obediently burdened with 3D enhancement? Apart from Kateb and Semin (wife of Handke, who actually delivers a great chunk of impassioned monologues throughout), the film also includes a writer (Harzer), the man and woman allegedly are the characters he created from the book which he is currently working on, but he has no surreal interactions with the duo. The best part is Nick Cave's appearance just when the sameyness hits a new low, he intones a soulful rendition of INTO MY ARMS, then, the talkie resumes until, near its coda, a sonic reverberation seems to portend an apocalyptic tremor is in the offing, which instantly recalls Lars von Trier's MELANCHOLIA (2011), and that's it, winds up this lugubrious viewing experience, ouch! Under the halo of a reverend maestro, Wim Wenders knowingly trifles with innovations on an experimental front and he has the means to do that, as long as someone is willing to finance his escapade, only there is no fun for ticket-paying audience, maybe for him, yes, but Wenders should have been a much adepter practitioner despite of edging towards his twilight days, after all he is just 71 this year, so, my unanticipated takeaway of this film is a sudden surge of respect towards those still-working octogenarians such as Roman Polanski, Clint Eastwood, or even Woody Allen, under such context.
A brutal and merciless test of patience.
Driven by completely random, shallow and pretentious attempt at a philosophical dialogue, this film absolutely knows what it's going for - it is meant to torture the spectator. Perhaps the film invokes the desperate feelings of its writer character, it just fails to keep your attention and it takes pride in doing so, boasting about it and rubbing it in your face. "No action, only dialogue!" I get it, dialogue-driven films that resemble plays can be brilliant. The Before trilogy, or Carnage are perfect examples of it being done right. If you are aiming to ignore action and focus on dialogue, the dialogue better be amazing and engaging. Here it is not. The fact that this was shot in 3D is even more mind-boggling. What led to this decision? Was it a streak of 3D movies by Benoit? A '3D' factor in a dialogue-driven film is concerning straight away as it tries to engage the film-goers by a different means where it fails to in traditional ones. But at the same time, it could also help to elevate it to a different level if done right. Here it is just left completely untapped and is only an additional burden. Interestingly, the third act and the final few minutes are particularly interesting and engaging, unfortunately it only leads to nothing at all.