Word: proust
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...same old story, told this time with more talent. In the venerable tradition of films like Endless Love, Volker Schlondorf's latest is a tale of obsession. But where Zeferelli's version was a superficial skimming of a very good novel. Schlondorf's adaptation renders Marcel Proust some justice...
...most part, however, Schlondorf's direction is skillful filmmaking as well as a compelling adaptation of Proust's novel of the same name. He focusses the camera carefully and uses voiceovers sparingly to reveal Swann's thoughts...
Perhaps Schlondorf's greatest accomplishment is his decision to incorporate Proust's epilogue to Swann in Love(not originally included in the story itself) into his film adaptation. The material shows Swann three decades later in life, when the devastating effects of an illness--and his choices--are apparent. Against the background of the new 20th century--epitomized by Odette's rise from risque to respectable--Swann is a decaying relic. Irons gives Swann the appropriate nerve-wracking intensity of a man out of time, whose tastes belong to another era. Through Irons' skillful portrayal and Schlondorf's careful direction...
...found their own cult of the indeterminate, the penumbra of experience, confirmed in his work. The Whistlerian landscape of Thames kept turning up in English poetry for another generation-not least in The Waste Land, with its "brown fog of a winter dawn" lying on London Bridge. Marcel Proust so adored him that he purloined one of his gloves, as a souvenir, at a reception. Meanwhile, the paintings have beautifully survived: strict in taste, limited in range, precise in key, and never, ever, cloying...
...soul of its model, which ex pressed itself through narration and dialogue that recollected tacky things past in tough, cynically charged metaphors and through images as shadowed as an ambiguous memory. It was all rather as if Philip Marlowe had decided to stake out his suspect disguised as Marcel Proust...