I know Mazursky well: he's a brilliant, funny writer. Enjoy.
I plan on seeing this film again. The image of the totally nude Kirsten Dunst lying on the green grass of the villa at night and staring up at the sky is incredibly moving . . . and sexy. You may have problems with the film. It may shake you out of your lethargy.
You might even get melancholia yourself, and that just might make Lars von Trier a happy man.
And "J. Edgar":
Clint Eastwood’s newest film is a serious attempt at deconstructing the strange life of J. Edgar Hoover. The script takes us back from the last days of his life to his early days when he is becoming the feared, angry, and oh-so dynamic fellow we remember him as today.
Was he gay? Was his close relationship with his deputy, Clyde Tolson (well played by Armie Hammer), ever physical? Did they make love or just hold hands? Why did Hoover never marry? Did he actually do all the daring arrests he claimed? Eastwood tries to answer all these questions. But in doing so, too often he left me puzzled.