Synopsis
'S Wonderful! 'S Marvelous!
A shy Greenwich Village book clerk is discovered by a fashion photographer and whisked off to Paris where she becomes a reluctant model.
1957 Directed by Stanley Donen
A shy Greenwich Village book clerk is discovered by a fashion photographer and whisked off to Paris where she becomes a reluctant model.
Das rosarote Mannequin, Una cara con angel, 파리의 연인, Amo París, 巴里의 戀人, 화니 페이스
i was enjoying this so much until audrey hepburn kissed fred astaire's old shrivelled face and i felt attacked
the Look of the Day is audrey hepburn in a black turtleneck interpretive dancing in a parisian beatnik night club
This could be so much better if there wasn’t any romance: astaire and hepburn don’t share any chemistry, the romance itself is rushed, doesn’t make sense and honestly isn’t romantic in the slightest, and it’s not what the film should be about.
The first portion of this film is absolutely fantastic. Amazing music numbers and choreography, the songs are good, and the colours! the cinematography! everything about it is perfect and unique. However, the last half of the film really drags it down and lowers its charm. It becomes less about the music, the story, and Jo Stockton, and more about the non existent romance and jealousy between audrey hepburn and a man 30 years older than her. They would’ve been much better off as friends, it felt like that’s practically all they were anyway.
"Are you suggesting that Flostra's interest in me is anything
but intellectual?"
"He's about as interested in your intellect as I am."
Oh well, that makes you such a better candidate then.
suspension of disbelief was created when conventionally attractive woman audrey hepburn played someone with a funny face (still in love with her tho)
This is how you use color.
The pink doors give the room depth. The bright green and yellow in the bookstore pops and lets you see Audrey Hepburn dance, move, in spite of her costume's affinity for the background. The hazy smoke of the cafe obscures the blues and blacks of the room. The umbrella as Fred Astaire's dance partner makes him so visible. This is how you wield color to control the audience's attention, to paint your scenery, to give your setting life. As spectacle, this film is perfect.
As any kind of social commentary, it's horrible, of course. Makeover movie with Audrey Hepburn as the target (why the fuck would anyone think her face is funny?!?!) is just silly, and about anyone it would be offensive. The regressive gender bullshit, the patronizing way Astaire treats her, it's unforgivable, but at least she gets to smash a sexist dude over the head with a vase.
i vibe with this movie hard cuz i too think myself a bohemian intellectual but am secretly a huge bimbo who wants to wear fancy clothes for money