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Stanley KubrickCinematography:
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Tom Cruise, Nicole Kidman, Jackie Sawiris, Sydney Pollack, Todd Field, Sky du Mont, Marie Richardson, Thomas Gibson, Vinessa Shaw, Rade Serbedzija, Togo Igawa (more)VOD (3)
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Tom Cruise stars as Bill Harford, a doctor who becomes obsessed with a sexual fantasy that his wife, Alice (Nicole Kidman), confesses to him. Although the fantasy (involving a naval officer) occurred only in Alice's mind, Bill can't get it out of his own head; his obsession leads him through a series of potential sexual encounters, each one surrounded by the specter of death. His whole world threatens to unravel as he falls deeper and deeper into a web of mystery, lies, and deceit. (official distributor synopsis)
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The master's wonderful farewell to the world of film and to the world as such... What does he leave behind as a testament? An exciting, erosive and mysteriously poignant essay, a parable of the inconspicuous crisis of a relationship between two people who are pushed apart for a moment by one dream, one feeling. Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman's fascinating duet is primarily a sign of the visual superiority of the former, but better convincingness of the latter. Dr. William Hartford, an inherently happy, contented and confident man, learns one fine evening from his wife about an unrealized love adventure, and this story, rather an unfulfilled dream, gives him the impetus to go on a surreal and unreal journey for temptation, to soothe his painful male ego. During this journey, he slowly ceases to be himself and becomes a man who wears a mask... and, surrounded by pleasure, perversion, and pervasive temptation, he eventually becomes involved in a strange game that is full of dangers and unknowns. And even his mask can't protect him from the inevitable. Kubrick is as disturbing and suggestive as ever, the atmosphere of pre-Christmas New York adds a great inner strength to his film with geysers of gaudy colors, beautiful female nakedness and a story of tremendous inner strength. Every shot is a delight. Sensual, riveting. The acting... fantastic. The music – minimalist, fitting. A masterful parable with one single point...fucking. Fact. Dream. Agitated perception. Deep dreaming. Eyes wide shut.
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Unlike the rest of his filmography, Kubrick's latest film was controversially received. Remarkably often, five-star enthusiastic reviews full of superlatives are alternated with two-star reviews, where displeasure with the film's sexual openness and disgust with the vulgarization of the subject of romantic relationships prevail. I won't take either side in the dispute. The truth is that Eyes Wide Shut impressed me noticeably less than Kubrick's other dramas. It's not that his venture into the world of desire didn't evoke any feelings or questions in me, but they were sins committed in different places and of a different kind than the director intended. The bored, fresh widow (already a much worn-out topic these days) Nicole Kidman doesn't evoke sinful desires in me. Her beauty is the detached beauty of a runway model, not that of a sensual woman inciting sinful thoughts. Beauty and erotic allure are less related than commonly believed. Alice's flirtation with the aging beau at the party doesn't come off as erotic, but rather awkwardly lascivious. Alice and Bill's relationship is not driven by sexual fantasies and is instead a study of marital alienation. Kubrick should learn about desire, passion, and pleasure from Polanski. Animality belongs to desire, playfulness to eroticism. However, the game that Bill unknowingly enters into feels strange, overstrained, and overconstructed after three sexual revolutions. I don't even understand how Bill identified the masked beauty from the party with the dead woman in the morgue, and I don't understand many other things either. If anything, the film sparked an interest in the source material by Arthur Schnitzler in me. I will be wiser after reading it. My overall impression is 65%, with the understanding that my review is aided by Kubrick's traditional ability to work with images and master the technical aspect of the work.
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I had my eyes really wide open, but the film failed to win me over. Yes, it’s technically precise, it couldn’t be otherwise with Stanley Kubrick, Cruise and Kidman were perfect, the cinematography was impressive and the musical score was evocative in places (the simple piano notes really worked and fit the atmosphere), BUT… there was no emotional or intellectual experience for me. The film is very cold and shallow in its message. It's also possible that I misunderstood it, and I don't really care in this case. I'm not sorry that I wasn't invited to the Kubrick’s last party this time, because I have fond memories of the previous ones. So Arrideverci! Sir, I have enjoyed all your creative life.
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Finally! I've finally gotten to see this film by my beloved director Stanley Kubrick. I've been avoiding it, perhaps because of the subject matter. But I'm glad I finally watched it. It's not Kubrick's best film, but I just love the visuals and acting. And I'm not talking about naked women. This is about getting into someone's head, and it's not a pretty journey, even though it's bloodless. That makes it all the more depressing.
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Kubrick embarked on several space odysseys because of existential questions, only to finally realise on the last one that the only thing that makes sense in life is a proper fuck. The question is whether he’s right. His brilliance and advanced age, and the not insignificant weight of the message – his last – confirm that he is. Eyes Wide Shut is three hours of psychological and stylistic ecstasy.
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