4.5 * ฯ cant buy me love ฯ....in which Teresa, a sex tourist (sex colonialist?) travels to Kenya for some midlife joie de vivre and falls into cycles of co-exploitation and painfully awkward and joyless sex...several of the framed shots are stunning (especially the final shot on the beach), and the acting is all around superb...but man, what a bummer of a flick....
twisted twisted twisted. But for its crudeness/boldness(?); the reality it tells about sex-traveling: racism and the sexuality of a woman in her middle age through the underlying power dynamics of neocolonialism, it's quite a complex movie. Get ready to be disgusted.
Qui connaît la propension de Seidl à filmer dans les coins et recoins sombres de notre humanité, pointer les sournoises opacités relationnelles et les obscures béances de la personnalité, ne sera guère étonné par l'acidité révulsive de ses propos et de ses images. Sans cesse avec insistance et méthode, le spectateur est confronté à ses propres fantômes, à travers cette incroyable balade nauséeuse. www.cinefiches.com
I know that the level of discomfort and tension was intentionally high, but wow, I could barely make it through this one. Everyone takes advantage of everyone here; it's ugly and hard to watch, in particular the scenes where the white women ("sugar mamas") leer, mock, and objectify.
That was a fairly painful two hours, BUT it was outstandingly exposing. I appreciate Seidl’s acknowledgement of the sad, desperate, lonely side of love. However, he doesn’t stop there. The movie also calls the often exploitative nature of tourism to attention. The somewhat depressing, but contemplative film should leave you thinking at the very least.
A lonely tourist searching for love, finds it in sexual experiences of Kenya men. The use of color in this movie is spot on, even as it progresses to the darkness at the end. Seidl gives a narrative of desperation, desperation that comes from loneliness and poverty. He presents a sad reality where a person needs to find a sense of love even at the expense of intimacy or honesty.
The delicate intelligence of this film got to me. I feel I was able to see and know the characters because their nuances were allowed to show a whole world. Like I was given a chance to figure out the various contexts that make up real people’s lives. Gorgeous cinematography and fine acting by actors and non-actors.
Just when you think this woman figures out things are going south for her in "Paradise" she goes and does something crazy. The movie is definitely unpredictable in many ways. Not my usual type of movie, but I can appreciate her willingness to try something new. I plan to continue to watch the trilogy strictly out of curiosity.
Seidl deploys an austere, "Northern European" emotional palate that threatens to suffocate this culture clash. But the contrast between the film's style and social commentary is what makes it so evocative. Love, like love, begins with a simple premise and goes on to explore a virtual minefield of issues around sex, gender, objectification, race, neocolonialism and global capital. A bold, witty and heartbreaking film