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Title: Aviva (2020)
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| Zina Zinchenko | ... | Aviva (woman) | |
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Bobbi Jene Smith | ... | Eden (woman) |
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Tyler Phillips | ... | Eden (Man) |
| Or Schraiber | ... | Aviva (man) | |
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Omri Drumlevich | ... | Mason |
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Mouna Soualem | ... | Briana |
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Annie Rigney | ... | Nicole |
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Isaias Santamaria | ... | Philippe |
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Lorenzo Jackson | ... | Darius |
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Yiannis Logothetis | ... | Kieran |
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Joaquim de Santana | ... | Aaron Butts |
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Daniel Staaf | ... | Tony Takata |
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Roman Malenda | ... | 12-Year Old Eden |
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Sam Brock | ... | Adam Fink |
| Aven Courtney | ... | Mark Gold | |
After meeting online, transatlantic lovers Aviva and Eden embark on a tumultuous courtship, love affair and marriage. The couple struggles, separates, and tries to get back together, as dual aspects of each one's personality battles forces inside and out.
I had hope for this. Dance is an extraordinary medium which can be transcendental when done well. It has the potential to convey emotions and be as descriptive as words. But here dance was mostly discarded to prioritize a pseudo-profound text. The result is a chatty movie spending way too much time explaining what it should have shown. Why go for words when you have dancers at hand who have the ability to make us feel through their art? Why substitute their skill with verbose subpar acting? Why go for gilded tirades and give us scarce simple dance routines when you start the movie by saying dancers were chosen because actors wouldn't have been able to dance? Then, you got a bunch of beautiful people capable of exuding sensuality through motion and chose to overexpose them in a catalog of meaningless sex scenes and nudity instead. Why? Nakedness is beautiful and sex is an important part of life, I get it. But here, its exhibition and representation have more in common with fast food than art. It was served at a repetitive pace and if the idea of it seemed alluring at first, it ended up being generic and disposable. I wish the film had tried less to be conceptual and clever and spent more time on choreography. Maybe it would have spared us the frustration of wasted talent and the clumsiness of clunky writing. For a film with dancing at its core, it's a pretty disembodied piece.