| Two hours in paralysis |
| Words: Curio | |
| Saturday, 25 August 2007 | |
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I've just sat through the final press screening for the Film Festival. Julie Delpy's Two Days In Paris. I hated it but I seem to be a lone voice on that one.
I've been over-ruled here at Curio HQ from reviewing it. "Delpy's people might not like it!" I hear one worried hack bleat. "Best not rock any boats," whispers another. "And this is why the role of art critic is in such disarray," I thunder back in retort. Honesty is just not part of the reviewer's tool-kit anymore. Reviewing has become as opinionated as copy for an advertorial. And that's a crying shame. I recently interviewed the arts critic Kate Copstick . Pray that characters like she are still around. A great pundit. One that shoots honestly and from the hip. For those that do care about honesty, I've written my review anyway. Like it or loathe it, I don't care. It's honest, mind. Exeunt. Two Days In Paris
In 1977 Woody Allen wrote, directed and starred in Annie Hall. You may
have heard about the film. It won an Oscar that same year and it
changed the way the love story was protrayed in mainstream cinema. Two word verdict: neurotic naff
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