The Woman in the Fifth (2011) is the most recent feature by the Polish-born British filmmaker Pawel Pawlikowski, known for his debut film, Last Resort (2000). As an Oxonian who did post-graduate studies in German lit and philosophy, Pawlikowski makes movies at a slow and steady pace — almost as slowly as Terrence Malick, the other notable Oxonian philosopher-turned-filmmaker. But while the bona fide Heiddeggarian Malick brings epic pretension to the screen (as he should, since he's so good at it), adding layers of meaning under every attempt, Pawlikowski adroitly avoids any noticeable stamp of his academic background, save the fact his cover story is about a literary-figure-gone-berserk (the academic in me finds this contrast between the two quite interesting). Instead, Pawlikowski is faithful to his subjects, their appearances, their feelings, and their immediate psychologies. For this, his partner in crime, the veteran Polish cinematographer R. Lenczewski does a splendid job, with thoughtful angles, masterful use of shallow depth-of-field, focus-tricks, and most importantly, without ever overdoing it.
The film's catch, however, is that Ethan Hawke is speaking French most of the time. It's not that he's bad at it; in fact, he's almost decent at it. But it just doesn't vibe. His calm, slow attempt to enunciate every word with a charming tinge of an accent has an effect of alienating not just his character from the constructed world in the film, but also the actor from the medium itself All throughout the film, 'Wow " I was thinking, "Ethan Hawke is trying to act in French!', which just wouldn't, for some reason, leave my damn head. The otherworldly Kristen Scott Thomas, the epitome of elegance, was also a little less-than-compelling as the mysterious femme fatale (and that was really, really, unfortunate. Because I do want her to be everything).
That being said, the tension that slowly builds up through the first half of the film is thoughtful, appropriately paced and has a powerful effect of drawing you in (especially if you don't speak french), which clearly bespeaks Palikowski's strength in the craft of storytelling. But perhaps because of that, the final revelation towards the end of the film is painfully hurried and a little too cliché for the 2012 audience, and the whole thing feels more like a nostalgic, velvety-redressing of a thriller from the 60s. (For more, see seungjung.wordpress.com)
The film's catch, however, is that Ethan Hawke is speaking French most of the time. It's not that he's bad at it; in fact, he's almost decent at it. But it just doesn't vibe. His calm, slow attempt to enunciate every word with a charming tinge of an accent has an effect of alienating not just his character from the constructed world in the film, but also the actor from the medium itself All throughout the film, 'Wow " I was thinking, "Ethan Hawke is trying to act in French!', which just wouldn't, for some reason, leave my damn head. The otherworldly Kristen Scott Thomas, the epitome of elegance, was also a little less-than-compelling as the mysterious femme fatale (and that was really, really, unfortunate. Because I do want her to be everything).
That being said, the tension that slowly builds up through the first half of the film is thoughtful, appropriately paced and has a powerful effect of drawing you in (especially if you don't speak french), which clearly bespeaks Palikowski's strength in the craft of storytelling. But perhaps because of that, the final revelation towards the end of the film is painfully hurried and a little too cliché for the 2012 audience, and the whole thing feels more like a nostalgic, velvety-redressing of a thriller from the 60s. (For more, see seungjung.wordpress.com)
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