Dancing About Architecture
I'm all for it.
But there are, it would seem, at least 2 documentary films currently in circulation about Klimt and the twists of fate and history that befell the portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer. You remember Schjeldahl's essay. And my strange fantasy.
Anyway, the films are Klimt ou le Testament d'Adèle, by Michel Vuillermet, and Stealing Klimt, by Jane Chablani, and you can read more info about the films through the links in the GreenCine Daily review. But I have to say, the descriptions there don't make me want to see the films. It may be the author's interest in the story, but it sounds like both of the films are all history, no art.
Is this so, and if so, why?
But there are, it would seem, at least 2 documentary films currently in circulation about Klimt and the twists of fate and history that befell the portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer. You remember Schjeldahl's essay. And my strange fantasy.
Anyway, the films are Klimt ou le Testament d'Adèle, by Michel Vuillermet, and Stealing Klimt, by Jane Chablani, and you can read more info about the films through the links in the GreenCine Daily review. But I have to say, the descriptions there don't make me want to see the films. It may be the author's interest in the story, but it sounds like both of the films are all history, no art.
Is this so, and if so, why?
Labels: currentevents, film, newyorker, visual
posted by zoe p. at 10:35 PM
4 Comments:
isn't it a shame that they didn't stick with dancing about architecture as the title for that movie? it's so much more captivating, and i think more fitting.
how could one make a movie with "klimt" in the title and no art? you know what would be wonderful is if some genius cinematography team filmed a movie about klimt in the style of a klimt painting. or maybe not the entire movie, just, you know, certain pieces where the viewer was drawn into the artist's head . . .
now i am filled with lust and longing. i think it's all your fault. curse you, zp!
Well, I'm not really sure what the films look like.
I also have a really hard time with fashion shows recorded on video.
For a movie with lots of self-conscious Klimt style, note Wings of the Dove.
Jane Chablani's film is about one woman's astinishing efforts to regain things stolen from her family by the Nazis. If the items pinched had been Michaelangelo sculptures the film might have been called "Stealing Michaelangelo". The film is not a film about art, but about what has happened ("Stealing...") to some pieces of art ( "...Klimt") and some of the people involved. The film makers assume that we, the viewer, know enough of Klimt, or can find out for ourselves if we feel like it, to understand the reasons why.
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