As I'm reading a book about the architect Adolf Loos, I watch Ginger and Rosa for yet another time. The ending still kills.
Sumptous visuals and a great turn by Elle Fanning are enough to give it 3 stars. Their seems to be something more that should have come out of this material.
Nuclear metaphor grabs all the attention but Potter's screenplay is too clever to let it dominate. This isn't a story about how cute and fun and righteous the sixties were - thank fuck, too. It's about people who cling to abstract political convictions in the absence of empathy, spinning parental absenteeism as a moral stand, belittling their spouses. If you take not-Michael Fassbender at face value, you're a donkus.
Beautiful cinematography (in a kind of obvious British muted tone that makes everyone look pale and everything look blue) and pretty incredible acting. Unfortunately, it felt a bit disjointed with some just plain silly dialogue that missed the mark for my built-up melodramagasm. But I did love the Bomb metaphor and the complex balance and imbalances of the political/personal.
"I loved you Rosa. Don’t you see? But we are different, you dream of everlasting love. Not me. Because what really matters, is to live, and if we do there will be nothing to forgive. But I’ll forgive you anyway."
this was really lovely. endings often make films great for me and this really didn't disappoint. not only was it filmed in a way that was beautiful yet tragic but it was well put together. the pacing could have been faster at times but it didn't have to be because it released all of the emotions in due time and yet you're sat thinking, what if after that last line of dialogue the world really did end?
Coming of age flick set against the idealism of the flower generation in 60's England. The craft is all there and the performances are decent enough but it needed to push a little harder and possibly a little less cliched to show us something fresh within the idea of the collision of idealism via the ego. 3 stars
A good film but I kept feeling it could have been better. To me it doesn't manage to carry this peculiar emotion so many films dealing with teenagers easily manage to convene. Maybe I just couldn't relate to the plot?