Great Conversations

Sunday, August 26, 2007 | comments (0)
I don't often see movies that I feel like mentioning here. But last night C and I rented Conversations with Other Women, and I had to jot down a few words about it. First off, I would highly recommend it, and not just because I have this thing for Helena Bonham Carter that I could only (politely) describe as "indecent." The script was great and both Carter and Aaron Eckhart delivered compelling, irresistible performances. They had an on-screen chemistry which felt real and intimate. So much so that you almost felt a little dirty watching them. (But in a good way.) I do have one warning about the film: the director, Hans Canosa, employs this split-screen effect throughout the entire thing, which I found kind of distracting at first. But it did grow on me as the film went on, and I can see now how it even helped reinforce the themes of the story.

Conversations also had a great soundtrack. Of course, any movie with a Rilo Kiley song in it (Ripchord) will automatically score high marks in my book. But I was also pleasantly surprised by the other songs, which were all from Quelqu'un m'a dit by Carla Bruni. Bruni is an independently-wealthy, Italian supermodel turned singer, and — after reading her bio — I have to admit I really didn't want to like her music. But I do. A lot. I downloaded the album right after we finished watching the movie and have listened to it several times this afternoon. All the songs are in French, and I only understand a few words here and there. But I don't mind. The songs are catchy in any language. And this might be shallow of me, but when an Italian supermodel with a velvety, smokey voice is singing to me en Français (And she is singing to me, isn't she?) it really doesn't matter what she's saying.

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