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Movie: A Private Life

It’s all a bit silly, really. Jodie Foster plays Dr Lilian Steiner, a Jewish-American psychiatrist, and she speaks in French here, sprinkled with the occasional English swearword. (Foster has been speaking French since childhood. She used the money from Taxi Driver to buy an apartment in Paris, and it has been her second home ever since).

Dr Steiner’s practice isn’t going well. A long-standing patient is angry with her for stringing out his appointments for years, after a single session with a hypnotherapist cured him of his smoking habit. Another patient, Paula, has committed suicide- so it is said- and the family blames her. She finds herself unable to stop crying, so she has an appointment with the hypnotherapist who was so successful in curing her ex-patient of nicotine addiction. Under some very rapid hypnotism, she falls into a sequence in an orchestra where she and her patient Paula are lovers, shot by Paula’s husband, and Nazi henchmen, led by her son, invade the orchestra pit. All rather strange.

Moreover, the now dry-eyed Dr Steiner begins to suspect foul play in her patient’s death. First she thinks that Paula’s daughter murdered her, and then she turns her suspicions on her patient’s philandering husband who stood to benefit from his inheritance from Paula, which had been bolstered by a legacy she had recently and conveniently received from her aunt. And so Dr Lilian goes on her hunt for evidence, dragging along her ex-husband Gabriel, and together they indulge in some amateur sleuthing which I think finally resolves the mystery of Paula’s death. Along the way she falls in love with her ex-husband again, and embarks on a better relationship with her son. (Really, she’s a pretty crap mother and grandmother).

It was okay, although it felt longer than its 103 minutes. Jodie Foster was very good, although during the movie she seemed to transmogrify steadily into Julia Gillard. It was a bit silly, though

French, with English subtitles.

My rating: 3/5

Watched because: I was interested to see Jodie Foster acting in a French film.

Movie: Macbeth (Cinema version) with David Tennant and Cush Jumbo

These cinema productions of stage shows tend to spoil you for live performances: you become accustomed to seeing closeups and hearing every little whisper. It’s a bit like when you go to the MCG and realize that the players you’ve been seeing up close on television actually look like little ants on the field when you’re there, live.

The audience in the cinema version are all wearing headphones, and I assumed that it was because it was being filmed and that perhaps they were being short-changed by the filming process. But no- according to this video, the sound design is an integral part of the production, and theatre-goers at the Harold Pinter Theatre were all provided with headphones for a surround-sound experience, where whispers could be heard, and the sound could shift from one ear to the other, behind you. As a cinema audience, we didn’t have headphones, but the sound was so clear that at one stage, with the witches, I thought that someone was laughing very rudely and inappropriately in the cinema. It must have been part of the soundscape.

The set design is minimal: just a white square, a bit like a boxing ring, with glass cubes behind it, where you could glimpse the musicians at times, or action occurring ‘off-stage’ so to speak. The costumes, too, were rather drab in grey, except for the Macbeth’s, whose clothing changed.

It’s not a large cast, and I found myself getting a bit confused when a character would be killed off (there’s lots of killing in Macbeth) only to be resurrected as another character. This was particularly the case with King Duncan, who was offed fairly early on, only to reappear looking exactly the same, and with the same voice and delivery, in the guise of the doctor as Lady Macbeth fell apart.

Cush Jumbo did not seem particularly regal as such. Instead, she seemed like one part of a power-couple (which of course she was). And David Tennant – ah, David Tennant (sigh)- he was absolutely brilliant, on stage nearly the whole time, and just as intense and tortured as you would expect him to be.