Second-time director Madonna returns with W.E., featuring Abbie Cornish as Wally Winthrop, a woman in 1998 who is infatuated with the 1930s marriage of King Edward VIII (James D’Arcy) and American divorcée Wallis Simpson (Andrea Riseborough). Spanning six decades, W.E. gracefully weaves the past and present into two parallel love stories. –TIFF
Possessing one of the most distinctive voices in pop music and one of the most distressing résumés on the big screen, Madonna has proven that whatever the role — screwball seductress, martyred Argentinian first lady, embittered single mom-cum-yoga instructrix — her abilities as a performer will manage to undermine any production whose credits bear her name. Like Elvis before her, Madonna has proven that no matter how sterling a pop reputation an artist may have, success on the Billboard Top 100 does not translate into similar plaudits at the box office.
Born Madonna Ciccone in Bay City, MI, in 1958, Madonna was raised in a strict Roman Catholic household. She attended the University of Michigan as a dance student for a brief period before dropping out to move to New York City in 1977. There, she quickly became a habitué of various downtown gay discos; spurred on by her dance teacher and her deejay pals, she embarked on a singing career. Before releasing her debut album, however… read more
W.E. is certainly worthy of being an "interesting failure" - as such, it is a pleasant surprise. Madonna directs a distinct point of view and makes a bold artistic and personal statement. It is one of the best recent films I have ever seen on the grotesque of fetishisation, danger of fantasy and the fantasy of celebrity; in the the latter regard, W.E. is up there with Greenaway's The Baby of Mâcon.
I expected a disaster as ineptly bad as her acting and though it's not great it's not a total embarrassment so I was surprised how it won me over. If she was inspired by Visconti and Pasolini I now see what she was aiming for even if she didn't achieve it. Funny thing: the reviews, here and elsewhere, remind me of how Barry Lyndon was greeted by the critics in 75.
how did i get here? i heard one song from OST. by abel k and a whole "controversy" online how movie is good and beautiful and critics dismissed it coz madonna made it and wrote screenplay. so in spite of my better judgement coz i hate that old saggy midget who prances around the teenagers in her knickers i decided to see it for myself... this is the utter disaster. amatrurish and bad as it gets.
Pans, mostly, for Madonna’s second feature as a director, a couple of them rather furious. But one critic at least is amused.