Word: cloquet
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...smokers entirely agree. Complained Walt Marotz of Holyoke, Minn., a worker in Cloquet, Minn.: "They're starting to pry into our personal business now. I'll stop smoking at work, but what I do at home, there's no way they can stop...
Only cinematographer Ghislain Cloquet pulls off anything exceptional, though, admittedly, he has a lot to work with. His camera roves up and down the rocky shores, and there are scenes that would fit spectacularly in a National Geographic special. And in the mossy, dark house, he plays with light and shadow, angle and object, to striking effect...
...Cloquet is the only one reaching, though. The acting, the writing and the direction break no new ground, and provoke little thought. Sentimental and airy. I Sent a Letter to My Love is more posicard than epistle, asking little of the sender, and demanding little from the recipient. Is is just the sort of gossamer summery flick that may challenge The Last Metro for top spot at the Welles...
...Later, a small army of fox-hunters glide on horseback through an early morning mist. Across the foggy plain they ride, their red coats flapping behind them. Polanski takes his time with every scene, the effects ranging from mesmerizing to anesthetizing. The sumptuous photography of Geoffrey Unsworth and Ghislain Cloquet rescues several scenes from fatal tedium, always enchanting the eye even when the mine has wandered. Their compositions of toiling farmers framed by a purple sky are almost painfully beautiful if more than a little reminiscent of Nesto Almendros' work in Day of Heaven...
...other hand, his allusions and allegories flow unceasingly, as anyone familiar with Getting Even, Without Feathers, or any of the movies can attest. For instance, Allen on Camus: "The night was windy and dark, and Cloquet had a split second to decide if he would risk his life to save a stranger. Unwilling to make such a momentous decision on an empty stomach, he went to a restaurant and dined." And a few sentences later, on Sartre: "A feeling of nausea swept over him as he contemplated the implications of his action. This was an existential nausea, caused...