Tuesday, December 28, 2004

Bill Murray, a.k.a. Captain Steve Zissou, and an unnamed mammalian co-star. The closest thing to Fellini's 8 1/2 I've seen in a long, long time. An ostensibly generic plot that's twisted, deformed and reworked until it's almost unrecognizable. I can't imagine what the test audiences thought of the CGI fish, or the sweeping tracking shots, or, in fact, any part of this sprawling, marvellously eccentric movie. A plot that would absolutely not work in any other medium -- the script must seem particularly disjointed, because it will by definition not catch the little flourishes that the actors (including the non-human ones, as seen above) bring to their performances.

A great evening out. Murray's sad, endlessly expressive face pretty much articulates how I feel most of the time now -- a weird plangent mix of resignation and youthful enthusiasm that keeps welling up, like the winter bulbs sprouting beside the front door of my apartment. They get beaten down by the rain every time but they keep on getting up. Thanks, Bill! Posted by Hello

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