'Philosophy is a sickness of the mind' . Jarman's final feature, save the experimental 'Blue', is a daring imagining of black dropped tableaus tracing the philosopher's friendships, loves and work. Economical in budget but rich in colour and costume the film never ceases to engage and fascinate. Sandy Powell's costumes for Tilda are exquisite. First viewing since '93 festival date this evening.
1. Jarman and Greenaway had a convergence of styles. 2. You can play a tune on a carrot. 3.Tilda. 4. It was definitely not too much about the sexuality. 5. It is not enough to be right, one must also be petulant about it.
Much like Jarman's other anachronistic biopics and adaptations (Caravaggio, The Tempest...), just... not as good. Still all the charm, style, subversion, delight... And anyway, they can't all be brilliant.
I loved the emphasis of each character's colors against the black background. In contrast, the title character Wittegenstein is always suited in drab, muted garb while his ideas, as he, frustrated, stumbles to convey their nuances to his peers, are a brilliant spectrum of color. The style is certainly memorable in a way that allows the mind to relate factual information to the somewhat odd presentation of the fact.
Rather playful musings on the life & work of LW. The shoestring budget is double edged: essential economy makes for some creative cut-corners and neat summations, but becomes visually trapped filmed in front of a black cyclorama. In all, a credit to what can be achieved with so little, but rather too skewed in its pellet sized philosophy to be anything more than a quirky diversion (but does it need be anything else?)
"I'll show you the life of the mind"! It would not be fair to say that I am a fan of the work of Wittgenstein, simply because I'm too stupid to see what the problem with language is. We could say that Wittgenstein's words only meant something to him, but then Jarman dares to show what they also looked like to Wittgenstein filtered through Jarman. I guess then I'm a fan of his philosophy visualised.
Excellent but also a somewhat pointless exercise in style. And all that on a visibly shoe-string budget! I've seen comparisons between Jarman and Greenaway before but I think what sets them both apart (more than their respective thematic interests) is the size of their budget. Jarman's material screams out for a more lavish mise en scene. But as it stands, it's still gripping, heady stuff. Great!