There are things you do hate, Lord. Perfume-smellin’ things, lacy things, things with curly hair.
Both Nashville and Playtime are correlative refractions of life itself. Tati’s film is the more humorous and impersonal, Altman’s the more intimate and vulnerable—vulnerable in that when Linnea is describing her children’s deafness you realize the amplified hardship of her parenthood, or when Sueleen is manipulated into a striptease when she really only wants to sing, you avert your eyes and judge the roomful of men cheering her slavish performance. The violence that closes the film does all but enjoin you in the final, impromptu eulogy.
by Rumsey Taylor | Source: Paramount DVD
23 Jan 2007 5:10 PM | Submit Comment