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Eavesdropping at the Movies: 410 – Ferrari

Adam Driver and Penélope Cruz star as lovers, business partners, and rivals, in a motorsport biopic that’s much more about the drama off the track than on it. In 1939, Italian racing driver, team owner, and entrepreneur Enzo Ferrari founded the car manufacturer that would become one of the best-known and most prestigious marques in history; Ferrari the film tells the story of events in 1957, with the company in financial difficulties and his wife, Laura, distanced from him as they grieve the recent loss of their son, Dino. She tolerates Enzo’s dalliances with mistresses, as long as he’s home before the maid arrives – but his second family is secret from her.

Mike sees an opportunity to right his wrongs from our podcast on Ford vs Ferrari, aka Le Mans ’66, in which, he declares, he overfocused on insignificant details, while José rightly and happily enjoyed the big personalities, charming and interesting central friendship, and entertaining, dramatic races… by suggesting they’ve switched seats. José finds the cultural specificity of the time and place in which Ferrari‘s set lacking, criticising missed or misunderstood nuances, and is let down by Driver’s blankness in key scenes opposite Cruz, whose brilliant performance subtly conveys Laura’s richly complex competing feelings. Details schmetails, counters Mike: here we have a big brooding drama about deep interpersonal clashes, grief, loss, power struggles and ambition, centred around an actor with fake grey hair and a faker Italian accent – what’s not to love?

As with Ford v Ferrari, we both enjoyed Ferrari. It’s just that one of us did so with a big, beaming, untroubled smile, and the other with a raised eyebrow that said “hmm”.

With José Arroyo of First Impressions and Michael Glass of Writing About Film.

 

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The Fault in Our Stars (Josh Boone, USA, 2014)

The Fault in Our Stars
The Fault in Our Stars is not as retchingly bad as I expected it to be. Beautiful young people do die of cancer of course; and not before they LOVE and suffer tremblingly to an exquisite soundtrack full of the very saddest songs. However, Wilhelm Defoe appears as the emotionally closed-off, selfish artist who listens to Swedish rap and represents everything that’s horrible, which is to to go such lengths to avoid pain that one ends up not feeling at all. He hasn’t quite lost his Green Goblin attitude and is great fun to watch. Shailene Woodley is brave yet vulnerable, all through a constant trickle of tears. Luckily she also manages to be spiky enough to avoid being cloying; it’s a difficult part and she’s wonderful in it. Laura Dern and Sam Trammell are perfect parents and thus annoying but much less so than they could have been. My eyes did well up a little and I did find it manipulative but that’s what goes to one of these movies for – to cry; which is not to say that the filmmakers couldn’t have earned those tears more honestly and more imaginatively. What I liked best was the witty visualizing and pacing of the text and e-mail messages – a delight. As for the rest … Seeing it as a treatise on the true meaning of life will result in inevitable disappointment. However, as emotion porn for the stony-hearted, it offers its share of interest and pleasures. Going to see this type of movie does require a ‘love-means-never-to-have-to-say-you’re-sorry’ attitude. I didn’t love it. But I’m not sorry I saw it either.

José Arroyo