Shipwrecked among 8 million people.
This horror anthology shows the risks of adapting tales by an author like Poe almost literally: without the lyrical power of his writing, the first two episodes lose their appeal - which is a shame, especially for the "William Wilson" episode, based on a great story and masterfully acted by Alain Delon.
The redemption of the whole movie is Fellini's "Toby Dammit", the most horrorous and nightmarish take of the director on the Italian showbiz in the modern age, demonstrating that personal interpretation of Poe's works is way better than literal adaptation.
Probably the best movie I've watched in this 2019, so far.
The plot is basic indeed and denying this is naive - almost as naive as several dramaturgic points scattered trough the unraveling of an already-seen love story.
Nevertheless, Mieli's directing and screenwriting skills show a masterful touch which never falls into platitudes, deadening the corny tropes of the genre and avoiding whatsoever empathetic obstacle to a fully-emotional participation to a bittersweet movie.
In particular, the clever and original choice…
Jack talked about how music is essentially twelve notes between any octave. Twelve notes and the octave repeats. It's the same story told over and over, forever. All any artist can offer the world is how they see those twelve notes. That's it. He loved how you see them.
This quote actually exposes the whole problem of this movie.
Where are the ideas?
The movie undoubtedly works. It's a nice, entertaining film. Songs are great. Cooper made a good job…