Click to Skip Ad
Closing in...

TIFF Brody Diary Day Four: The Delightful 'Silver Linings Playbook,' Sexual and Stylized 'Passion' & 'Secret Disco'

Photo of Meredith Brody By Meredith Brody | Thompson on Hollywood September 11, 2012 at 3:00PM

Today I choose David O. Russell’s “Silver Linings Playbook,” to be released in November, over Joss Whedon’s “Much Ado About Nothing,” which does not yet have a distributor. (And over a number of other screenings which either don’t grab me, or don’t grab me enough, or which I’ve already seen elsewhere.) I must really want to see it...

Sunday I chose David O. Russell’s “Silver Linings Playbook,” to be released in November, over Joss Whedon’s “Much Ado About Nothing,” which does not yet have a distributor.  It’s pretty much delightful, in the comedic, kinetic Russell vein that has in my mind echoes of Preston Sturges: an accumulation of interesting characters that speak in original voices. Bradley Cooper is convincing and for once not pouring on the charm, Robert De Niro and Jackie Weaver are believable as man and wife, and a dark-haired Jennifer Lawrence is almost as deadpan as Veronica Lake.  I liked it, so shoot me.

Afterwards I fully intended to go see the documentary about revolutionary atrocities in Indonesia, “The Act of Killing,” which Werner Herzog called “powerful, surreal, and frightening,” but I duck into “A Royal Affair,” a rather flaccid costume drama set in 18th century pre-Enlightenment Denmark, starring Mads Mikkelsen, here considerably less interesting than I’ve found him elsewhere.  I only intend to stay for half-an-hour, but somehow I stick around, out of inertia or stupidity or forgetting to check my watch or fear of power and surreality. 


Speaking of surreality, the two most surreal moments I’ve experienced at this year’s festival: riding up in the escalator to see Kaurismaki’s “Road North” in the Bell Lightbox the day before yesterday and seeing a heavily-bodyguarded-and-entouraged Snoop Dogg, here with a documentary winsomely titled “How to Make Money Selling Drugs,” being escorted to the bathroom – alas, the escalator carried me out of range before I could grab my camera.  And yesterday, while in line for “Cloud Atlas,” watching as the orange-t-shirted volunteers linked arms and made a human chain that again separated Snoop Dog – or Snoop Lion, as he says he should be addressed when he’s a reggae artist rather than a rapper – from the common folk. Never seen that one before.

Afterwards I’m striding purposefully towards the Bell Lightbox to see Olivier Assayas’ Master Class, in which he “discusses his favorite films and influences and engages in a in-depth discussion about his latest film, “Something in the Air.”  Luckily I pass Jonathan Rosenbaum and some of his auteurist pals as I exit the theater, because they tell me the Master Class has been cancelled, as Assayas had to stay in Venice to receive the screenplay award for his film.  I turn around and join the guys in line for Brian De Palma’s  so-far-distributorless “Passion.” I am surprised that every seat in the 392-capacity theater is full.

“Passion” is based on Alain Corneau’s “Love Crime,” aka “Crime d’Amour,” starring Ludovine Sagnier and Kristin Scott Thomas, but considerably changed – more sexual and stylized, shot à la Hitchcock.  Rachel MacAdams is one game and sly girl, but I continue to be baffled by the opaque Noomi Rapace – I think directors have confused her with her star turn in the European “Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.”  In “Prometheus” I was stunned by the clearly-visible thick impasto layers of makeup caked on her face, a well as her lack of connection with any of the other actors in the film. She continues to seem bland and impassive here, her broad cheekbones rendering her face as impassive as a Mayan mask.  

This article is related to: Festivals, Passion, Reviews, Jennifer Lawrence, Bradley Cooper, Noomi Rapace

E-Mail Updates

Festivals on TOH

Thompson on Hollywood

Born and raised in Manhattan, Anne Thompson grew up going to the Thalia and The New Yorker and wound up at grad Cinema Studies at NYU. She worked at United Artists and Film Comment before heading west as that magazine's west coast editor. She wrote for the LA Weekly, Sight and Sound, Empire, The New York Times and Entertainment Weekly before serving as West Coast Editor of Premiere. She wrote for The Washington Post, The London Observer, Wired, More, and Vanity Fair, and did staff stints at The Hollywood Reporter and Variety. She eventually took her blog Thompson on Hollywood to Indiewire. She taught film criticism at USC Critical Studies, and continues to host the fall semester of “Sneak Previews” for UCLA Extension.