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Young Loves

“Vicky Cristina Barcelona” and “Elegy.”

by David Denby August 11, 2008

Penélope Cruz, Javier Bardem, and Scarlett Johansson in Woody Allen’s new movie.

Woody Allen’s “Vicky Cristina Barcelona” has a natural, flowing vitality to it, a sun-drenched splendor that never falters. Two young American women go to Barcelona for the summer—Vicky (Rebecca Hall), who is bright, skeptical, and cautious, and Cristina (Scarlett Johansson), more adventurous than her friend but unformed and easily dissatisfied, a seeker without a lodestar. In the magnificent city, they meet Juan Antonio (Javier Bardem), who is incapable of spending a night alone. Bardem’s natural-born lover—a painter, by trade—is as devastating as his natural-born killer in “No Country for Old Men.” He’s almost criminally attractive—soft-spoken and erudite, decent in his way but relentless, a Don Juan brought back to life as an English-speaking charmer. Both women get involved with him, and the movie becomes a complicated triangle that forms, breaks apart, and reforms; it’s also a lengthy exploration of the eternal struggle between security and passion, dependency and anarchic freedom. Allen can be literal-minded about his thematic polarities, but, in this movie, he has put actors with first-class temperament on the screen, and his writing is both crisp and ambivalent: he works everything out with a stringent thoroughness that still allows room for surprise. And, through all the twists and turns, the ochre beauty of Barcelona (as photographed by Javier Aguirresarobe) plays a major role. The characters make maybe one or two more touristic stops than is necessary, but it’s a minor flaw. You can feel Allen’s excitement in the sensual atmosphere. Spain! A seventy-two-year-old man has warmed his bones.

Allen uses a narrator (Christopher Evan Welch) to explain who the women are, and, at first, it seems as if the director is just filling in backstory and telling us things we might have noticed ourselves. But this narrator does for Allen what narrators once did for Truffaut—he allows him to skip merely functional exposition and jump from highlight to highlight. Cristina first eyes Juan Antonio in an art gallery. Later, she is sitting with Vicky in a restaurant, and the artist, dining in the same place, comes over and suggests, with virtually no preliminaries, that the three fly to a small city not far from Barcelona for a weekend of sex. “Life is short, dull, full of pain,” he says. Why not seize any opportunity for pleasure? He’s provocatively teasing the Americans, but he’s neither a cynic nor a user. He gives good value; that’s why he’s a heartbreaker. Vicky, who appears to be composed of nothing but common sense, falls in love after one night, and realizes that her fiancé, a New York corporate lawyer whose horizons don’t expand beyond business, golf, and a nice house in Westchester, will never excite her in the same way. But Cristina is the one better suited for Juan Antonio, and she enters into a prolonged affair.

The way the women play against Bardem is fascinating. Rebecca Hall, a twenty-six-year-old English actress from a theatrical family (her father is the director Peter Hall), is tall, with a long face and a wide smile—she can look radiant one minute and neurotic, tense, and gloomy the next, as if she were channelling Allen’s stumbling anxieties (a common reaction in actors working with him for the first time). With Bardem, Hall goes back and forth between desire and panic, and she’s touching as none of Allen’s other female characters have been recently. Scarlett Johansson, who is still only twenty-three, has appeared in an amazing number of movies. There’s no mystery why: she’s charming and also pliant and openly sexual in a way that obviously pleases male directors. She’s at a stage in which her sensuality is more developed than anything else in her personality, but that configuration works for her this time. Going to bed with an attractive man is not going to tell Cristina all that she needs to know about herself. Allen has successfully captured a spirit of restless indeterminacy. Does Cristina have any artistic gifts? Before the summer is over, she begins to stir.

The movie is largely set among artists, in a kind of restaurant-and-studio bohemia (still a possible way of life in Barcelona, perhaps). What happens in this world when you have more promise than you can fulfill is made evident, with tragicomic results, by the figure of Juan Antonio’s former wife, Maria Elena (Penélope Cruz), who is highly intelligent and talented but so tempestuous that she creates havoc wherever she goes. (She’s like a Frida Kahlo without the discipline to work.) The American women yearn for something more than bourgeois stability, yet Allen means for us to understand that a life of passion alone can lead to craziness. Maria Elena is an enactor of her own unhappiness; she makes accusations, steps across sexual boundaries, pulls out knives and guns. Cruz has never done anything like this: with her downturned mouth and wild black hair, she looks witchy and unbeautiful. For Vicky and Cristina, the divorced couple are a vision of Heaven and Hell at the same time. Juan Antonio and Maria Elena can’t get along, but their rebarbative effect on each other produces some good paintings. Is the art that emerges worth all the mess? The answer Allen offers is a tentative yes. One is meant to emerge from “Vicky Cristina Barcelona” believing that happiness may be elusive, even impossible, but that life has a richness greater than one’s personal satisfaction. There’s something stronger in the air—a largeness of spirit, as well as abundant physical beauty. The characters may suffer, but the filmmaker exults.

ILLUSTRATION: MARK ULRIKSEN

fuente: http://www.elpais.com

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Así, semanalmente podrá conocer gran parte de la filmografía de Allen, considerado por el jurado del Premio Príncipe de Asturias en el año 2002 como “un hombre clave en el último tercio de la historia del cine”, y al que se le concedió el premio “porque su ejemplar independencia y su agudo sentido crítico lo perfilan como un ciudadano del mundo anclado en Nueva York”. Allen recibió el galardón con su peculiar sentido del humor, pensó que el hecho de que recayese en él era un error o la broma de algún funcionario despistado.

Verá sus inicios en comedias absurdas y disparatadas donde, como en La última noche de Boris Grushenko (1975), se suceden diálogos tipo: “Todos los hombres son mortales. Sócrates era mortal. Por tanto, todos los hombres son Sócrates. Lo que significa que todos los hombres son homosexuales”. De esa época también se incluyen El dormilón (1973), Bananas (1971), censurada en España en su momento por su contenido político -Allen interpreta al líder revolucionario de una imaginaria república suramericana-, y Todo lo que siempre quiso saber sobre el sexo (y nunca se atrevió a preguntar) (1972), estrenada en España con retraso, por la censura de nuevo. Podrá conocer también sus guiones e interpretaciones de sí mismo en películas como la muy premiada Annie Hall (1977), con cuatro oscars: al mejor guión original, mejor director, mejor película y mejor actriz principal (Diane Keaton); y Hanna y sus hermanas (1986), también galardonada con tres estatuillas de Hollywood: guión, actor secundario (Michael Caine) y actriz secundaria (Diane Wiest).

Forman también parte de la colección sus películas más de culto, Sombras y niebla (1992) e Interiores (1978), inspiradas en sus idolatrados cineastas europeos Fellini y Bergman. También verá al cineasta Allen con todas sus obsesiones y en su constante viaje entre la comedia y el drama, sus eternas dudas, risas e incertidumbres en Delitos y faltas (1989), con la culpa como gran protagonista, o Alice (1990), donde Mia Farrow es una excusa para tratar la personalidad femenina.

Zelig (1983) o La rosa púrpura de El Cairo (1985) son otros de los títulos de esta colección que le acercará al multifacético y premiado Allen.