It's difficult to take BREATHE IN seriously when the only credible reason for the attraction between Guy Pearce's 40-something musician-turned-teacher and Felicity Jones' just-turned-18 exchange student is, uh, a shared passion for books, music and pensively staring out of windows. Fortunately, director Drake Doremus elevates this pedestrian melodrama with nuanced performances and a low-key, sensual mood.
"Shopie obligada a dominar el piano a fin de reparar su orfandad biológica, Keith enseñando para una escuela a fin de mantener a su familia. Este será el precedente para el romance, uno que se creará con sutileza, casi por sí solo. Breathe in más que una historia sobre una infidelidad, es una drama sobre el fracaso..." http://bit.ly/1pMJFNU
It doesn't seem to be at all connected to his previous film at first, but Doremus does shoot Felicity Jones with a similar raw honesty. This time around, there's an almost unbearable sexual tension lost in the air and a pressure for an intensive build-up that never really happens. Foremost, it is quite hard to take this premise seriously but if you do manage to do so, the end scene will harshly tear it all apart.
Please. Another Poison Ivy/American Beauty/Lolita type of films, but this time with British girl & more artsy, indie aesthetic, innocence and music? I just hate type of films like this. Affairs between married man/young girl are never a great topic.