Hello patrons, who am I kidding we don't make money. Hello readers of the free (as it always should and always will be) internets, and welcome to this steamy edition of Le Cinema Petit. We are really earning our french title with this post as I am reviewing the trailer to a movie that would make Eric Rohmer blush. Not sure if the reference works, but I remember seeing some boobs in Chloe in the Afternoon.
This trailer starts off with a super sexy NC-17 rating on that green screen in which we've all fallen into a comfortable relationship with like it was slapping on lacy lingerie, sex toys, and role playing on an accustomed lover of X amount of years. Then we get the award laurels like they were stories in which the hooker gave the money back. Thats great and all, but the trailer really kicks up its boner rating to eleven with this-
Excuse me as I change my pants.
Michael Fassbender exchanging glances with a sultry stranger on the subway. The stranger gives us the old Sharon Stone Basic Instinct leg cross, sans beave shot, I mean this is just the trailer, and not even the Red Band one either. We move from this sexy subway encounter to a little ritzier setting as Fassbender stares down his next lay. Then...
Scrutinizing eyes will notice that fuck is written on the wall, a subtle allusion.
Ah, you get the point. Fass then rounds off his night with a nice sit down dinner, I mean the man has to keep his energy up. I imagine he's carbo loading on spaghetti like a cross-country runner the night before a meet. Then he lies in his bed grief stricken and guilt laden. But he doesn't let crippling depression get him down as he is out for his morning run. Is this movie about a cross-country runner? Wait that can't be right, they don't get laid that much. Probably some sort of investment banker.
"Oh no, these are just my banker clothes. I wasn't robbing anyone... swear."
Now the trailer is being honest-You paid for the ticket to see Fass' dick, and your gonna see it... alot- showing us a few of many intimate shots of Fass and his lovers amidst the throws of passion.
Or this is a snuff film and I missed something.
Then the trailer introduces its first instance of diegetic audio. The corse and rude shuffling of money, that in this trailer makes you feel like a cheap grifter who can only value human interaction with dollar signs. Using that as a cue I am going to stop teasing this trailer, and start talking about how amazing it is: with it's tragic and poignant tone, its beautifully composed shots that make phenomenal use of New York's natural lighting (I'm a sucker for a little bokeh) as well as masterfully manipulated mood lighting, Fassbender's desperate performance jumping out of the screen at us with out him having to say more than one word, and all this as a haunting rendition of New York, New York plays under it all with Carey Mulligen singing- her voice reaching a quavering chorus that resounds of suffering.
This trailer doesn't yell at you "COME SEE THIS MOVIE!" trying to ensnare you in adventure or plot, but lets you know that when you come to the theater and sit down for this movie, that this is what it will feel like. This trailer seeks not to attract you through teasing, but rather by compressing the feel of the film packaging it for quick digestion. The quotes are all chosen to represent not what this film is about, but what the movie feels like. It is a truly at a masterful level of its form, and yes I understand we are talking about trailers here. However, it is nice to see a trailer that can make one emote, rather than try to hype.
5 Blushing Eric Rohmer's out of 5
-Andrew Carey
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