Were I a younger man, I might struggle to find some meaning in this film. Now, either don’t have the time or I have a keener eye for bullshit.
Wong Kar-Wai’s segment is so boring it made me want to bang my head against the floor. This is the Wong Kar-Wai of 2046, not of Happy Together or Fallen Angels or Chunking Express. That Wong Kar-Wai seems to have disappeared. Shame. I can’t even tell you what this movie was about, except that it involved dressmaking and handjobs.
Soderbergh’s short is very funny. Alan Arkin and Robert Downey Jr. as a shrink and his subject. What could be bad? There’s a Hudsucker Proxy-esque twist, but I can’t tell you what it all means. Looks beautiful, though. Peter Andrews and Mary Ann Bernard are an excellent DP/Editor team.
Antonioni’s segment is so pretentious that I must admit, I kinda liked it. A couple spout horrible dialogue at each other and walk around nice landscape and beaches. Then they have lunch at a nice beach-y restaurant like my mother would take me to. Then an actress I’ve never heard of, Luisa Ranieri, a voluptuous brunette, appears out of nowhere to run around in Astoria-esque tight clothes, masturbate and fornicate. Thank God for the intenet – you can see pictures of the whole thing right here. Then there is some dancing. It is so absurdly “foreign film” it is almost brilliant. Almost.
