Utterly Enthralling. Knowing nothing about Charlotte Rampling going into watching, it made me only deeply curious about her art. Her thoughts about such a variety of subjects, from acting to love to death, are fascinating, and say less about art and more about the experience of living, in front of a camera and away from it. Reflective and mesmerizing.
A charming, wonderful documentary about an artist, specifically their work and the feelings and ideas that motivate an artist and that an artist develops in a lifetime of work. Also, I didn't know anything about the subject, which is the true mark of a strong bio-doc.
I suppose if the film's aim was to divert my attention towards Charlotte Rampling's extensive filmography, then I'd say it's a home-run. But The Look's structural pendulum yo-yos between recycled clips and Rampling's own self-pretensions: burying occasional bits of insights beneath exceedingly dull stretches of nothing.
a rambling look into the thoughts that happen to pop into ms. rampling's head. it would have been better if the director gave the film more focus or probed deeper. for instance, when rampling says it's better to be a monster than to be nice, it's a provocative statement that is not interesting in and of itself. what is interesting is why she thinks that. but unfortunately that question is never asked.
A fascinating film about a fascinating human being and an incredibly brave and daring actress. As Diego Semerene writes: "For days I could watch Charlotte Rampling just speak in an empty room, looking at photographs of herself and being bitchy in flawless French to a documentary’s off-camera crew." - so could I.
Charlotte Rampling is a fascinating and complex person - that's what makes her a great actress, she brings that complexity to her roles. What's really fabulous about this biopic is that instead of telling her story in a linear fashion, it is she who tells us, not about her career, but about who she is, in eight segments structured like a book of poetry: exposure, resonance, demons, age, taboo, love, death and desire.
Rampling fascinated me when I was young. (She is five years my senior.) Her mysterious and beautiful presence drew me in. Alas, now years later, I found her real person of little interest to me. I couldn't finish the film. I just couldn't engage. Sorry, Charlotte.
A generally stylish variation on a familiar theme of navel gazing. It's longeurs can be largely forgiven for providing good company for 90-minutes or so; although you're still not much the wiser as to what's behind The Look at the end of it. Nevertheless a cinematic coffee table book.
I was a bit nervous going into this one, as a fan of Rampling. A doc about a movie star pondering their own mystique/image? It sounds like an unbearable monster of pretension and narcism that I was afraid would ruin her for me. While it is ponderous & flattering, it has its charms. It certainly makes you want to be in her circle of friends, full of artists & writers, like reality tv for people with taste.