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Hm. Saw it yesterday, and thought parts of it very beautiful. The score (by Taymor's husband, Eliot Goldenthal) was one of the better he's done, and the mix of straight score and actual Mexican song was great. Some of it was a little ... cheesy? ... but mostly, the story was pretty affecting, if it did drift towards portraiture of Diego a bit much at times.
Geoffrey Rush's Russian accent is fucking woeful, however. I can do a better one.
Molina was great, I thought. Beefy, quick-tempered and ultimately hopeless - a compelling portrait, if it's true-to-life. Then again, I may be projecting.
I don't think Taymor lost interest halfway through, but she stopped - for the most part, the end notwithstanding - using her theatre-style tricks. Testpattern, your comments about how it could've been any wilful woman rather than specifically Kahlo are pretty accurate, too - there was a sense of grand passion, though not enough individual detail. I mean, it was Kahlo in a grand sense, but not at a personal level, y'know?
And now hear this: Hayek, even with monobrow, is stunning. I just never noticed before. What planet have I been on? |
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