TIFF14 – Day 7
LEARNING TO DRIVE ???
Isabel Coixets Learning to Drive follows a Manhattan writer (Patricia Clarkson) who takes solace in her driving lessons with a Sikh instructor (Ben Kingsley) after her husband leaves her. I saw Learning to Drive at 12:30 p.m. at the Winter Garden; the majority of the audience appeared to be seniors. They broke into applause a number of times during the screening; there was also a standing ovation when the director and cast went onstage for the Q&A. The movie gets point because it works for its particular demographic. Being outside of that demographic, the films charms didnt elude me. Learning to Drive is utterly predictable; however, there is enough warmth and generosity between its flawed but likable characters to make it worthwhile. I doubt Ill give Learning to Drive a moments thought after this review, but Im glad I saw it.
MAPS TO THE STARS ???
Director David Cronenberg has never been bound by the conventional modes of storytelling. There is nothing glamorous about his vision of Tinsletown; it looks like an insane asylum. The films great ensemble includes Julianne Moore (who won the Best Actress prize at Cannes), John Cusack, Mia Wasikowska, Robert Pattinson, Olivia Williams, and newcomer Evan Bird (in a star-making role). The movie circles back on the characters ideas of childhood or the absence and corruption of it. Maps to the Stars might be Cronenberg at his most cynical. The majority of shots isolate a person within the frame hinting at their self-absorbed enclosure; when a connection is made between multiple characters, it feels all the more startling. There are also a few connections to previous Cronenberg films (Robert Pattinson plays an ex-limo driver a possible callback to Cosmopolis, and an awkward sex scene in a car had me thinking back to Cronenbergs Crash). Maps to the Stars may be half the movie Mulholland Drive is, but it still worth seeing.
GOODBYE TO LANGUAGE 3-D ???1?2
In order to criticize a movie, you have to make another movie. Jean Luc Godard. My criticism of the 3-D format has been a long-standing one. Godard, who is now 83 years old, utilizes 3-D in Goodbye to Language in the most imaginative way I have ever seen. One plane remains stationary whilst another pans atop it the impact is effectively trippy, and I literally applauded the films formal wit whilst wondering just how in the hell this worked. Goodbye to Language 3-D, like most of Godards work is excitingly challenging. Youll notice I havent provided a plot description as of yet. Those familiar with Godards filmography will understand my struggle here. Lets settle on calling Goodbye to Language 3-D a celebration of life, death, man, woman, dog, nakedness, and fecal matter. A dog is never naked because it is always naked. This is typical of the philosophical statements contained within the picture, but what comes across most vividly is Godards playfulness with the cinematic toys he has at his disposal. He must have really enjoyed himself at the sandbox.



What I miss most in Cronenberg’s more recent films is his fascination with the human body + the gross factor. When wandering through the Evolution exhibit earlier this year you could see his films evolving, not necessarily a bad thing just not in my realm anymore.