Yeah, I guess that would have been too surreal. So much so that I wanted to see the film go even farther outside of what we would expect, i.e., Romain Duris cast as Omar Sy’s manserv… sorry, lawyer and mentor, who happens to cook every single meal. The sense of play and the wide gap between lived reality and the movie’s version of reality has me nodding my head. (In the source material, Nicholas isn’t Colin’s lawyer or mentor, he is Colin’s manservant.) So they knew I would be distracted or have a problem with this Driving Miss Romain Duris situation… OK, they have clarified… he is his lawyer and mentor… OK, crisis abated… for now. Wait, OK… he’s the cook? Really, they cast him as this rich guy Colin’s cook? Really? OK. OK, so, movie’s going swell, I’m loving the humor, the surrealism, the physical comedy. One must allow an artist their aesthetic vocabulary, which for my French brother from another is comprised of: The first 15 minutes felt almost soooo Gondry that I thought it veered into self-parody… I mean, this guy is playing rays of sunlight rendered in yarn as if they are strings on an upright bass. He takes his meticulous image-making to the next level in Mood Indigo.
Thus, Gondry is one of my personal heroes. Clearly, I have an affinity for love stories that end badly and involve animation created by hand and on celluloid. So, here I am watching Michel Gondry’s new movie, Mood Indigo, a bittersweet romantic dramedy about Colin (Romain Duris) and Chloé (Audrey Tatou) based on Boris Vian’s 1947 novel of the same name.
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