If it weren't for Diane Arbus and Nicole Kidman, this would just be a second-rate boring emotional movie that nobody watched.
A wealthy woman becomes her husband's camera assistant, yearning for her spiritual life. One day, he was attracted by a strange neighbor (actually, he was seduced by someone losing his key...), went upstairs to search for strange things, and started dating. Husband broke up because of this. The two went to bed before the neighbor died of illness. From then on, the small universe exploded and entered the weird world.
Diane was crying...
she's not a mediocre woman. Even in the early stage of fashion photography, she was more talented than her husband Allen. Later, she was moved by Tod Browning's "Freak" and learned from the realistic techniques of Lisette Model, gradually condensing her own style. Occasionally there is a real scene in the film, such as crying in public after being asked by a guest about the boringness of his fashion photography. But the style of the photographer itself cannot be described by having an extramarital affair with some heroic hero.
She is my favorite photographer who can bring photography to life. The deformed person in her lens is no longer a monster looking at pity and fear in ordinary documentaries, but after long-term contact, she has captured the plain side of life, like a normal person, looking at the viewer calmly. They, like us, are each a king in their own world. It was this attitude that made the audience panic and unacceptable. It's both the incredible in a familiar environment and the apt side of the incredible. In contrast, even if there is no scene of going to bed, in the film, the whole body is shaved and photographed as an ordinary person, which is simply a desecration of Diane's style.
I only remembered the subtitle of the movie when I wrote this: An Imaginary Portrait of Diane Arbus, a yy with Diane as the object, not a realistic biography. Well, at least there's Nicole's sex scene to watch. Another saving grace is that in the film, the pronunciation of the photographer's name is corrected. It is Dean, not Diane. It seems that the translation of the Taiwanese version is more accurate.
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