I’ve got several idealized versions of my childhood. Usually, it’s set in the south of France and is an endless string of cool, windy and sunny days but, can be as varied as a sweltering summer in New York City running around with friends or perfect autumn afternoons jumping into piles of freshly raked leaves.
While these are idyllic cliches I’ve stolen from various films and books, I’m very happy to add Heitor Dhalia’s version of Brazil to the lot. Like finding a pile of old polaroids in some unknown corner of the house (something else that never featured in my childhood), Dhalia’s vision of a young girl’s coming of age by the sea is a saturated mix of ambers, golds and blues. Adrift is stunningly shot and smartly avoids being cloyingly affectionate of its lead. Speaking of which, Laura Neiva is pretty much perfect in bringing the nasty pettiness, caprice and general confusion that comes with the territory.
Ultimately, it all does feel far too familiar and, aside from the revelation that Vincent Cassel can speak Portuguese, very little is brought to the table.
But did I mention how gorgeous the whole thing looks? It’s a great summer film and you could do much worse than taking a few cues from the stylish set that inhabits Dhalia’s Brazilian beaches.
Mon Dieu Meu Deus…
Have I mentioned how much I love Brazilian evening wear?
Engineered Garments SS15
It’s (almost) summer…
Where have I seen this shirt…oh, right.
Of all the directors who’ve fallen in love with places and cities, Woody Allen’s love for New York possibly the most true. While he has slept about here and there (Paris, Rome, Barcelona, London…), it’s the crisp black and white shots of Manhattan that make it clear who he comes back home to. And it’s downright infectious. Honestly, at the end of the film Woody leaves you convinced that it’s the greatest city on the planet.
I loved Manhattan. It’s a stunningly shot film and Woody Allen at his funniest and most honest. And somehow manages to make a relationship between Woody Allen and at 17 year old not creepy. I’m sorry, that’s a lie on my part. I am curious how this film would play out now post-Girls accusations of “whitewashing” NYC and where relationships with underage girls don’t really play out in art galleries. Despite all of these issues, the film feels so fresh and fun. While I’m a sucker for a romantic comedy, I’ll groan but at the end of the day will happily sit through most of them, it’s still striking how well everything works in Manhattan.
And, if you didn’t tear up during the breakup scene, you’re heartless. Or maybe a stronger person than I am. I don’t know.
It’s summer. Or, almost summer. I hope this post will serve as some inspiration for the coming sweltering months ahead and that it’s scored to this.