The Effect of Gamma Rays on Man-in-the-Moon Marigolds Reviews
One thing is sure, you can't help loving a movie where the mother teaches this truth of all truths to her daughters: "there's always a moment, in life, when a voice tells you in your mind: "buy a wig!"'.
C'est grinçant et mélancolique, très bien interprété (Woodward fait très peur tant elle joue la hargne désespérée à la parfextion), avec une belle patine de grain de la pellicule et de couleurs glauques 100% années 70 (ça ça me parle moins). Comme dirait Moman : c'est la rencontre de Tennessee Williams et du néoréalisme.
Joanna Woodwood is exquisite in this film - a nuanced and delicate performance in which she hovers on the line between depression/melancholia and the "let me entertain you" alcoholic widower for the entire film. It's such a treat to see acting like this. The script is superb - frighteningly bleak. It tells a story in which there is a lot to be bleak about: the promise of atomic war, and the fallout on the American family. It's a family in which the last cinders of the American dream die over the course of the movie. The mise-en-scene is also perfect: dark, quietly disturbing, to the point where it becomes painful to watch at times. Go see it - it beats Truffaut any day.