La Vie de Bohème (Bohemian Life) Reviews
July 25, 2014
"I've been summoned by Gassot, the newspaper czar. He's founding a fashion magazine, 'The Sash of Iris', and plans to make me editor-in-chief. If I show up in this getup, he may change his mind." "You can't accept his offer anyway. Gassot is a supporter of the right. Your principles won't allow you to eat bread bathed in the sweat of the people." "You're mistaken. He's in the left flank of the right wing in Parliament. Just yesterday he voted for widows' pensions. Besides, he knows influential people whom I'll convince to commission compositions from you and portraits from Rodolfo." "That changes everything." If there's a better movie about bohemians (declassed intellectuals), then I don't know of it. And surely there is none funnier. (But also, of course, beautiful, and sad.)
June 16, 2008
Droll comedy about a trio of artistic misfits and their struggles to eke out an existence in, where else, Paris. Another enjoyable Kaurismaki but perhaps not quite up there with his best.
(edit - just rewatched this and it's magnificent - glorious cinematography, brilliant performances, funny and moving. Pff... some critics eh)
July 31, 2013
We need a US format DVD over here everybody!!!
March 28, 2013
Existentialism is just the topping of this pessimistic, black-and-white cake. Kaurismäki knows that the genre of the source material he adapted is drama, but when did some splashes of humor hurt anyone, especially if you have a very rich character development justifying your directorial plot management?
Even if that was not enough, we are offered two sides of a tragedy: the one that comes from the ingratitude towards art when such profession is your profession, and the one that comes with the package called life. Whereas I agree that art in general is a greatly underappreciated profession, La Vie de Bohème suggests between lines that the true art in this life is the art of living and facing such aforementioned tragedies.
February 21, 2012
Hieno tunnelma. PellonpÃ¤Ã¤ puhuu hyvin ranskaa...
May 5, 2007
A smart movie by Aki Kaurismaki. It's his "French movie" Set in france and spoken in French. The main characters are a French novellist, An Irish musician and a painter from Albania. It seems that the world doesn't care of them and their qualities...but anyway way they's artists!:) The ending is all-consuming...great and sharp!
January 20, 2004
so, I'm watching the movie, I'm on the last scene (of which I won't describe for those who haven't seen it, spoilers and all that) and I'm hearing someone at the door. they're not knocking. it sounds like they're trying to find the right key for the lock. so I, and I think with logic on my side, assume it's my roommate coming home. I don't look up when I hear the door open -- I'm watching a movie -- so I don't know he hasn't come in. well, I'm not positive he hasn't come in. I don't hear footsteps, so I'm thinking that maybe he just opened the door because he needed it ajar so he could bring in a large heavy object (he's in a band, so equipment and such often is moving in and out), one large enough that it would be reasonable that he wouldn't be able to open the door and hold it at the same time. the movie ends, and I move to the VCR to hit rewind and look and notice that he still hasn't come in.
I get up to investigate.
and then this black and white cat comes walking around the corner -- a cat that had followed me from the parking lot to my apartment door (and whom I would refuse to let in, against his objections) on occasions previous -- I turn to look and no one is at the door. it takes a minute of all-consuming pondering, a moment of personal inactivity which the cat would take to stretch itself out along our coffeetable/amp case, to figure out exactly what's going on, but it finally hits me:
THIS CAT FUCKING PICKED THE LOCK AND BROKE INTO OUR APARTMENT.
I grab the bastard and place him outside, and before I can close the door in his face, he scurries right back in. on the second attempt, I placed him a bit further outside and managed to secure the locale.
well, needless to say, I'm freaked out right now. what kind of cat is this? what cat knows how to pick locks? and why is he zeroing in on [b]my[/b] apartment? when I put him out, he spent a good minute trying to get back in (I wisely locked the lock just out of his reach). he hasn't given up.
and this worries me.
about the movie: this was my intoduction to Kaurismaki. a lot of his films were played at the Olympia Film Fest last fall, but I wasn't able to attend (for whatever reason). I'm kind of regretting that now. anyway, Jean-Pierre Leaud is a god and comparisions to Jarmusch seem somewhat apt. I'll say more about the other films I watched this morning in later posts. maybe even something remotely substantial!