Beautiful images and bewitching electronic music cut the narrative into pieces

Trycia 2022-06-13 16:28:18

In 2016, two successful biopics "The Hunt for Neruda" and "The First Lady" allowed Chilean director Pablo Lara to quickly rank among the well-known Latin American directors, and thus obtained many opportunities for development in Hollywood. This unexpected success is largely due to the experience of real characters in the two works, which naturally guarantees the visibility of the script. In addition, praise him for his diligent experiments in aesthetic style , which makes biographical subjects glow magical. Unexpectedly, Lara returned to Chile to shoot "Irma" because of her reputation , but it was shocking, and it was almost full of glass shards. I watched the premiere of this new film at the Venice Film Festival last year. The first impression was not very good. After rewatching it recently, this bad impression has been strengthened again.

This film also features women as the protagonist in "The First Lady" , but it is just a fictional character. The biggest gimmick is that the publicity is a music genre , which was quite curious when it premiered in Venice. In fact, from beginning to end, Nicolas Jarr's electronic music is bombarding wildly, almost degenerating into a super long version of the MV. From the first mirror at the beginning, you can see the style of Laren’s work. The poetic scene on fire dominates. After that, whether it is a scene of performing group dances in the dark, or in the middle section, there are cars, swings and garbage in the fire. Boxes, these empty shots with a sense of museum installation , all demonstrate the director's absolute control over the audiovisual style.

However, these beautiful images and fascinating electronic music cut the narrative into pieces , making the story of this new generation of women pursuing open family relationships and emotional values ​​become mottled and tasted. Narrative seems to have always been Lalain’s weakness, and the early "Killer Night Frenzy" and "Followings" are the most obvious. At that time, we still relied on some extreme aesthetic techniques, such as photographic composition, light filters, etc., to cover up the shortcomings of narrative. Unexpectedly, after two successful works, the director tripped the weak narrative text again, and could only rely on images and sound to save the scene, which is really surprising. I think he is more comfortable returning to the subject of biographies, and I hope his next new movie about Princess Diana will not disappoint.

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Extended Reading

Ema quotes

  • Ema: I'm going to horrify you.

    Aníbal: Horrify me?

    Ema: When you know what I'm doing, and why. You will be horrified.

    Aníbal: Why wait? Scare me now.

  • Gastón: It's prison music. It's music to listen to in prison.

    [imitates beats]

    Gastón: The whole damn day. To keep you from thinking. To forget about the prison you're in and recreate it in your mind. To forget about the bars you have in front of you. That's it.

    [imitates beats]

    Gastón: It's a hypnotic rhythm that turns you into a fool. It's an illusion of freedom. So that people don't think. Yes, no, sex, drugs, yes. Heroin yes, orgies yes. But the next day, boom! You have to go to work. And you were convinced by someone. That if you moved your little hips, you'd be freer. But no. Not at all. It's falling asleep in defeat. Living in Ibiza. Picking up and moving to LA. To take selfies there all the time. And to do exactly the same thing. It's a culture of violence. Where women become purely sexual objects. And men are beasts who always screw women over. All while trying to fuck them. That's just what they want. That's the rhythm.

    [imitates beats]

    Gastón: "Don't rebel, don't think. Give it to me, give it to me." I can't believe you're dancing reggaeton, for Christ's sake! Everything we studied and felt. Everything we've practiced. And with you! All those damn fights we had. All the struggles. How we laughed at all of them! You laughed at all these girls. The very same ones. Laughing your ass off, huh. Screw them! Screw reggaeton. Fuck everything! I'm sick of this.

    Ema: Polo liked reggaeton.

    Gastón: Who is Polo?

    Sonia: You saw us dancing and you said, "Nice." What's nice? I don't know what that means. I guess you do. Because you're smarter than us, right? The only thing I know is, I don't like what I feel when I see something nice. Now I like dancing much more. Because it's like fucking, happy. With a flushed face, cussing. Hot, crazy, sexy, moving. And all of the sudden, bam! I'm surrounded by people. And they're all as horny as me. Moving as if they were fucking. But with music. It's delicious, motherfucker. That's life. And I dance life. Today, you're alive and you're here, because someone at some point got hot and had an orgasm. And today, that orgasm can be danced.