Jane Austen is mentioned herein, Merchant-Ivory isn't, but all seem to share a superficial popularity as, and are thus unfairly perceived as (at least from what I read/hear), facile shortcuts glibly taken by shallow elitists. Remove those barnacles and regard the thing itself, and it's something quite successfully and pleasurably pitched in a true minor, reflective key -- markedly more difficult than it looks.
"I really believe that if you're just living mechanically, then you have to change your life. (...) And this can be true in your work as well. Of course, if you're really alive inside, then of course there's no problem. I mean, if you're living with somebody in one little room and there's a life going on between you and the person you're living with, well, then a whole adventure can be going on right in that room."
A sublime act of frustrated love on behalf of a narcotized species. As I have grown older I have come to realize that Andre Gregory is one of the few popular artists of my time who has lived out an ethics, based genuinely on the fact he cares, that is in absolutely no way a put-on. He kind of seems like a con, but I now believe him to be one of the few of us who is not.
I would have never expected this film would bore me so much. I was looking forward to see it for so long! Isn't it ironic that the guy, for whom having a dinner in a deadly expensive restaurant is just a trifle, has so much to say about spirituality and finding 'self' in the 'spoilt Western world'? And then the film obviously makes fun of Wally, a soulless materialist. Nooo, thank you very much for this attempt!
I mean you give it a great rating for pure ambition alone even though almost everything that is said about it in the negative is true, boring (at times), over indulgent, pretentious....but man did ever speak to things and represent conversations I have had. I respect the hell out of it