Showing posts with label Isabella Rossellini. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Isabella Rossellini. Show all posts

Saturday, 21 February 2026

Movie Review: Two Lovers (2008)


Genre: Romantic Drama  
Director: James Gray  
Starring: Joaquin Phoenix, Gwyneth Paltrow, Vinessa Shaw, Isabella Rossellini, Elias Koteas  
Running Time: 110 minutes  

Synopsis: In Brooklyn, Leonard (Joaquin Phoenix) is bi-polar, suicidal, and living with his parents Ruth and Reuben (Isabella Rossellini and Moni Moshonov). They arrange for him to meet Sandra (Vinessa Shaw), the daughter of Reuben's business partner. She is willing to try a relationship, but Leonard is distracted by Michelle (Gwyneth Paltrow), the more glamorous upstairs neighbour. Michelle is a troubled party girl and having an affair with a married lawyer (Elias Koteas), but Leonard nevertheless grows increasingly attached to her.

What Works Well: This is a refreshingly organic romance featuring imperfect people flailing within messy lives. Leonard has failed to launch and is close to imploding, director and co-writer James Gray introducing his protagonist with a jump-off-a-low-bridge half-hearted suicide attempt. Sandra may be a saviour but Michelle is compelling, her maelstrom of clubs, ecstasy, and infidelity shrouding her ability to pursue any rational future. Bypassing romantic movie cliches, the drama seeks next-best options when ideal resolutions are far out of reach. 

What Does Not Work As Well: The commitment to stripped emotions exposes gaps in realism, judgement, and avoided conversations. After the introduction, Leonard's mental health is relegated to an afterthought, and the script conveniently ignores the future prospects of a relationship with the equally fragile Michelle. The stable Sandra is aware of what she may be getting herself into, suggesting a misdirected mothering instinct rather than true passion. The final act reaches for a superficially satisfactory ending riding on a brittle foundation.

Key Quote:
Sandra (to Leonard): I wanna take care of you. I feel like I understand you.



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Sunday, 9 March 2025

Movie Review: Conclave (2024)


Genre: Drama  
Director: Edward Berger  
Starring: Ralph Fiennes, Stanley Tucci, John Lithgow, Isabella Rossellini  
Running Time: 120 minutes  

Synopsis: When the pope dies, Dean of Cardinals Thomas Lawrence (Ralph Fiennes) is entrusted with organizing the election of a successor. The frontrunners include liberal Cardinal Aldo Bellini (Stanley Tucci), Cardinal Adeyemi who may become the first black pope, the conservative Cardinal Tedesco, and the politically savvy Cardinal Tremblay (John Lithgow). The arrival of the hitherto unknown and sanguine Cardinal Benitez of Kabul causes a stir, and when the early voting rounds prove inconclusive, Lawrence has to manage startling revelations that may impact the outcome. 

What Works Well: The stellar cast exudes quiet quality, and the exemplary set designs (recreating the Vatican with artistic license) and costumes establish an elegant backdrop for a heady mixture of global power, personal ambition, and the weight of history. Compelling dramatic themes emerge from the internecine conflict between liberal and progressive values colliding with the fallibility of men held to impossible standards. Muscular music adds considerable thump to the stark political intrigue.

What Does Not Work As Well: The sophisticated ambience is let down by simplistic plotting, which degenerates into sordid scandal-of-the-day expositions. Peter Straughan's script surrenders to unworthy amateur detective exploits as revelations about an illegitimate love child, money-for-votes corruption, and secret medical histories disrupt proceedings. The cardinals demonstrate naked ambition, short tempers, and back-stabbing behaviour worthy of neophyte local politicians, while a terrorist sub-plot adds nothing of relevance. 

Key Quote:
Cardinal Benitez: The church is not the past. It is what we do next.



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Saturday, 28 August 2021

Movie Review: Vita And Virginia (2018)

A love affair among erudite elites, Vita And Virginia recreates an era of burgeoning sexual liberation among progressive women, but remains rather dreary and glacially paced.

Within England's literary circles of the 1920s, successful author Vita Sackville-West (Gemma Arterton) is married to diplomat Harold Nicolson (Rupert Penry-Jones) but openly pursuing romantic and sexual pursuits with others. Her behaviour scandalizes her wealthy and prim mother (Isabella Rossellini). Undeterred, Vita sets her eyes on the more critically celebrated but less popular author Virginia Woolf (Elizabeth Debicki), who is married to publisher Leonard (Peter Ferdinando) but also free to have affairs.

Vita is determined, all-consuming and possessive while Virginia is fragile and more circumspect, but she eventually succumbs to Vita's overtures. Their romance is passionate but interrupted by Vita's travels to accompany Harold to overseas postings. The love affair leads to literary inspiration, and Virginia starts to write Orlando: A Biography, based on Vita.

An adaptation of the 1992 play by Eileen Atkins, who co-wrote the screenplay with director Chanya Button, Vita And Virginia successfully wriggles out of its stage origins and conveys a sense of time and place. The sets, costumes and hairstyles offer understated visual delight, while the relatively nonchalant attitude towards open marriages and same-sex affairs, at least among this aristocracy of writers, is also well-drawn.

But the narrative content is sparse, not helped by the two lead actresses reading letters into the camera, a device that may work on stage but quickly deflates on the screen. Pacing management is also a problem, Button dedicating the first half to Vita's slow motion pursuit of Virginia, and the second half to Virginia using the affair as inspiration for Orlando, the creative process of writing never the most exciting of cinematic topics. 

With the convergence then the divergence dominating, the actual romance is squeezed into a few minutes in the middle, essentially over as soon as it starts, Vita demanding more than Virginia can provide. With a staid mood dominating, Vita And Virginia fails to capture the thrill of love.

Whether historically accurate or not, the dialogue is weighed down by literary cleverness, Vita and especially Virginia communicating with well-thought out elegance in every line. The women's chic prose places them on a pedestal to be admired, undoubtedly eloquent but knowingly distant.



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Thursday, 11 October 2018

Movie Review: White Nights (1985)


A dance drama, White Nights sets up an appealing Cold War premise but is more clunky than smooth in delivering basic plot points.

Celebrated ballet dancer Nikolai 'Kolya' Rodchenko (Mikhail Baryshnikov) defected to the west from the Soviet Union eight years ago. Now while on a flight to Tokyo with his publicist Anne Wyatt (Geraldine Page), an electrical fault forces the plane into an emergency landing at a Siberian military air base. Soviet Colonel Chaiko (Jerzy Skolimowski) seizes Kolya as a criminal and places him in the company of Raymond Greenwood (Gregory Hines), a tap dancer who defected from the United States to the USSR and then married his interpreter Darya (Isabella Rossellini).

Chaiko's plan is to repatriate Kolya and get him to perform again at the Kirov ballet in Leningrad as a Soviet propaganda victory. To this end Kolya's previous lover and dance partner Galina Ivanova (Helen Mirren) is deployed to convince him to recommit to his homeland. But Kolya will not give up on freedom, and builds a strong bond with Raymond and Darya to try and plot an escape.

Directed by Taylor Hackford, White Nights earns points for an imaginative story, tapping into the Cold War's cultural front as well as Baryshnikov's own real-life story (he defected in 1974). And the quest to integrate ballet into a dramatic narrative works much better here than in Herbert Ross' hopelessly melodramatic The Turning Point.

The title refers to the constant daylight during the summer months in Russia's northern reaches, and the first half of the film, set in the harsh Siberian landscape, is a surreal waking nightmare for Kolya. From the crash landing back in the country from which he escaped, to tangling with Chaiko and then finally meeting Raymond, a black American confined to a vaudeville stage in Siberia, Hackford adroitly creates a world standing on its head for the sophisticated New York-based dance superstar.

The juxtaposition of Raymond and Kolya is at the the heart of the film. Other than providing an opportunity for ballet and tap dancing to share the centre stage spotlight, Raymond offers an alternative view of the American Dream as seen by a black man who outgrew the cute tap dancing kid label and was forced into military service in a war he did not believe in. Raymond's disillusionment festered into a full grown abandonment of his homeland, although his espousal of communist beliefs is never portrayed as anything other than shallow.

Most of the film's other details don't work too well. The sputtering memory of a relationship between Kolya and Galina is stranded in a repetitive loop, and the thriller elements that creep into the final act are unnecessary and quite unconvincing. The performances are constrained by Baryshnikov and Hines, dancers mostly masquerading as actors. And in her first American film, Isabella Rossellini struggles in a bland role.

White Nights maintains sufficient forward momentum to make it across the Cold War demarcation line, but much like a night full of light, not all the elements fit quite right.






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Tuesday, 9 January 2018

The Movies Of Isabella Rossellini






















All movies starring Isabella Rossellini and reviewed on the Ace Black Movie Blog are linked below:

White Nights (1985)





Blue Velvet (1986)





Death Becomes Her (1992)





Wyatt Earp (1994)





Empire (2002)





Two Lovers (2008)





Enemy (2013)





Joy (2015)





Vita And Virginia (2018)










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Thursday, 19 January 2017

Movie Review: Empire (2002)


A routine crime drama, Empire tramples on exceedingly familiar gangster land territory and offers little in the way of originality.

In New York City, Vic Rosa (John Leguizamo) is a young and charismatic drug lord, leading a gang with control over a patch of the South Bronx. Vic and his lieutenants get involved in turf skirmishes with rival gangs from adjacent districts, although all the local dealers are supplied by the same drug import queen, known only as La Colombiana (Isabella Rossellini). Vic is dedicated to his girlfriend Carmen (Delilah Cotto) but also desperate to move up in the world.

He spots an opportunity to build a more legitimate fortune when he meets slick Manhattan investment banker Jack Wimmer (Peter Sarsgaard), who is living the rich life with glamorous girlfriend Trish (Denise Richards). Jack offers to cut Vic in on mysterious investments with promises of quick returns, and soon the money is rolling in. Vic and Carmen move into a swanky Manhattan apartment, but with the stakes getting higher, Vic discovers that leaving his old life behind isn't as easy as he thought.

Empire was an initially modest sub-studio effort aimed at Hispanic audiences. But gradually the profile of the cast expanded and the film, directed by Franc Reyes, saw a wider release. No one really needed to bother. While the movie carries some style and is competently assembled, this is a rehash of all the well-known gangster film themes, familiar since the early 1930s.

Every character is a cliché, every line of dialogue predictable, and the narration by Vic is oh-so- bland. Empire is not violent enough to cause a stir, nor groundbreaking in its portrayal of how gangsters, criminals and their molls think, act and react. It's a mercifully compact 90 minutes of lined up and knocked down platitudes.

Reyes does achieve some good aesthetic contrasts between the ramshackle street gang existence of the South Bronx and the glistening allure of Manhattan's high life, so at least Vic's quest to buy himself an upgrade is coherent. But the ease with which the supposedly whip-smart Vic gets seduced by Jack's ill-defined investment schemes introduces a severe central character contradiction.

John Leguizamo gives it his all in the central role, but often seems to be trying too hard. Peter Sarsgaard glides through the film with a glazed look of disinterest. The rest of the cast earnestly labour against the tight confines of characters who live and die within strict definitions.

Empire in not inherently deficient; just entirely derivative and utterly unnecessary.






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Sunday, 10 May 2015

Movie Review: Death Becomes Her (1992)


An atrocious supernatural comedy about the desire to stay young, Death Becomes Her is a colossal waste of talent.

Actress Madeline Ashton (Meryl Streep) and writer Helen Sharp (Goldie Hawn) are long-time frenemies, with Madeline routinely stealing the heart of any man Helen likes. Madeline realizes her career is fading, and becomes obsessed with her looks. This makes Helen's latest boyfriend, renowned plastic surgeon Dr. Ernest Menville (Bruce Willis), even more attractive, and Madeline duly marries him from under Helen's nose. The betrayal sends Helen into a tailspin, she gains a lot of weight and has to undergo therapy and a stint at a mental institution.

Meanwhile, after many years of marriage, Madeline and Ernest are barely on speaking terms. His career has declined and he is now an embalmer, while she is ever more desperately looking for the latest treatment to maintain her looks. When a spectacularly slim and beautiful Helen makes an unexpected comeback as a successful writer and sets her sights on revenge, Madeline seeks the help of the mysterious sorceress Lisle (Isabella Rossellini), who for the right price can provide a potion that ensures eternal youthfulness.

After a triumphal run featuring critically celebrated and commercially successful movies (including hits Romancing The Stone, Who Framed Roger Rabbit? and the Back To The Future trilogy) director Robert Zemeckis overreaches and stumbles badly. Death Becomes Her is witless, boring and badly paced, with a remarkably flat script, perhaps two laughs over 104 minutes, and horrid over-acting.

The main selling point is some early-era CGI, and the film gives away its surprises in the marketing posters: as a result of dabbling with the supernatural Streep's neck rotates 180 degrees, and Hawn has a hole in her stomach. This is intended to be hilarious, but by the time the ponderous plot gets there, the characters have by far overstayed their welcome.

With better treatment there may have been some clever things to say about Hollywood's obsession with youth and beauty, but Death Becomes Her runs away from any smart ideas in search of imbecilic slapstick, and makes the elementary mistake of ensuring that all the characters are unappealing, self-centred and badly developed. Madeline and Helen hate each other and Madeline and Ernest despise each other, and so its impossible to care whether any of them live or die, and how the ridiculous triangle of hate is resolved. The inane idea of casting against type with Streep as a fading star and Willis as a wimp only serves to further damage the film.

By the time Streep and Hawn get down to duelling with swinging shovels at a level of intellect consistent with a bad episode of Heckle and Jeckle, Death Becomes Her curls into a small ball and dies in the corner.






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Thursday, 21 July 2011

Movie Review: Blue Velvet (1986)


A delectable combination of the weird, the disturbing and the stylish, Blue Velvet is an unforgettable film experience. Director and screenwriter David Lynch dreams up a nightmare of utter human evil lurking just below the surface of normalcy, and ensures that every small quaint town will forever be viewed with suspicion:  heinous people may be hiding in every shadow.

College student Jeffrey Beaumont (Kyle MacLachlan) returns to his hometown of Lumberton to visit his ailing Dad, who has suffered a stroke. Out on a walk, Jeffrey makes a gruesome discovery: a discarded, severed human ear. Jeffrey alerts Detective Williams, who starts to investigate, while Jeffrey re-connects with Sandy (Laura Dern), the detective's daughter. Sandy informs Jeffrey that sultry local nightclub singer Dorothy Vallens (Isabella Rossellini), whose signature song is Blue Velvet, is in some kind of trouble and is being investigated by the police.

With Sandy's help, Jeffrey breaks into Dorothy's apartment, but has to hide in the closet and watch in horror as a brute of man called Frank (Dennis Hopper), who inhales an unknown substance through a gas mask, arrives and sexually humiliates and violently abuses Dorothy. Jeffrey surmises that Frank and his men are holding Dorothy's husband Don, the former owner of the severed ear, and her child Donny hostage while Frank regularly forces her to cater to his deviant sexual whims.

Despite all the warning signs, Jeffrey can't stop himself getting involved. He dives into an affair with Dorothy and starts tailing and photographing Frank and his men, uncovering their illegal activities. Frank is soon onto Jeffrey, who gets beaten up after being introduced to Frank's drug and prostitution den, where the beyond creepy Ben (Dean Stockwell) holds court. With the police moving in, Jeffrey finds himself in way over his head, as he tries to save Dorothy from Frank's insanity while the bodies pile up.

The plot of Blue Velvet matters little, and on close examination, makes even less sense. The film is an artistic canvass for Lynch to intricately paint several intertwining themes about the human and societal experience, the most prominent of which is the inevitable transition to adulthood. Jeffrey's insistence on continuously meddling with the criminal underworld appears infuriating: he ignores every opportunity to walk away from trouble. Through Jeffrey's actions, Lynch is emphasizing that there is no choice about growing up and dealing with the difficult and sometimes dangerous problems of adulthood.

A second theme is what lies beneath the surface. Life in Lumberton appears as idyllic as the American dream can get, white picket fences, smiling firemen, and lazy summer days lounging in the yard. It is so surreal that Lynch infuses Lumberton with many 1950s shadings, a decade perceived as more innocent, optimistic and hopeful. Co-existing just below this veneer of perfection are the sordid criminals, and throughout his movie Lynch scatters parallels between Frank and his gang and the ugly insects just below the surface of the manicured lawn introduced in the opening sequence.

A related and more complex theme that Lynch plays with is the contradiction between outward appearance and actual behaviour. Not only does society have inner secrets, every individual may harbour confounding hidden behaviours and motivations. Sandy is the daughter of a police officer, blonde, wholesome and seemingly all good. Yet she doesn't hesitate to tell Jeffrey classified police information that starts him on the road to trouble; she helps him to break into Dorothy's apartment; and she repeatedly ignores her boyfriend Michael as she enjoys the ride that Jeffrey's adventure furnishes for her.

Dorothy is the dark cabaret singer that seemingly represents nothing but trouble. Yet of all the characters in the film she is the one most victimized and in most need of rescuing. Detective Williams is supposed to help but is always giving Jeffrey a suspicious look; and his partner Detective Gordon certainly proves to be much more dangerous than he first appears. Lynch is providing a reminder that for grown-ups, the game of life becomes much more complex, and both people and places are often not what they seem.

Helping Lynch to deliver this kaleidoscope are four actors who have rarely been better. Kyle MacLachlan's movie career never flourished, but as Jeffrey he was perfect, combining innocence with an eagerness to pursue danger to its darkest corners. Laura Dern projects nothing but fresh-faced chastity while she effortlessly behaves in much naughtier ways. Her performance is a magician's sleight of hand, dazzling with a diversionary look while pulling off entirely unexpected actions: in many ways, Sandy is the most interesting and complex character in the movie.

Isabella Rossellini takes on the role of Dorothy with gusto, and her performance is certainly brave: abused, victimized, yet demanding more of the same because that is all she knows, she lives in a world so black that absolute mental darkness is her only comfort zone. And finally, Dennis Hopper brings Frank to life, one of the most vile characters ever placed on the screen. Vicious, abusive, manipulative, intimidating, foul-mouthed, addicted to something through that inhaler, and without a single redeeming feature, Frank is just plain scary. In a career with several highlights, Frank is one of Hopper's stand-out roles.

Blue Velvet is a one-of-a-kind searing bolt of originality that leaves a permanent and most memorable mark.






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