• Cassandra's Dream (Woody Allen)

    From Flasherly@Flasherly@live.com to rec.arts.movies.current-films on Fri Apr 2 06:15:47 2021
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    Missed that one for more of recent (but not American), darker in
    perhaps earlier along for continuing allegations of being taken by
    Britain, with a Shakespearian twist, or respite, and nothing more than
    to do than with two among the finest young actors from either side of
    the sea.

    Although it is Medea and Euripides, not Shakespearean, that pop up
    during the dialogue, written explicitly by Allen for more or less
    difficultly whereby to clarify the Allenesque furthermore in staging
    and style. Toning down any sarcasm beyond resultant wit given his
    usual temper for seeming offhand humor, Allen's depictions are
    conversely errant foibles, as farcical as leading along a berserker,
    on its neckchain, to set untethered;- within such family intimacies
    and restrictions not unreasonably nor unseemly to be altogether then
    contained, were merely 'humanness' indeed the aether dramaticists
    fashion by tools of a tragic bent -- obviously, gone away past all
    such tender manipulations wherein madness and a clanking chain reigns.

    A distressing business coming from a New York, the City, then set
    loose in an English fashion, obviously, neither within some
    familiarity and disclosure to assume Euripides fit in kind. I'd
    watched Medea a month perhaps ago, long and how throughout, I can't
    begin to imagine, at least to presume more for an Italian film
    production. For all its draw, remarkably, withstanding what stylistic
    intent in the 5th. c. BC had to introduce by realism to drama, just
    perhaps conversely from an Allenesque methodology, for altogether
    something beyond definitely Italianate within its staging;- even if
    what I then came to know, I may as well have just watched for a man of
    a demigod with a prophetess struck blind from seer, afflicted and
    wretched, whereupon he slew to cast dead both their children.

    The modus vivendi here, no need for tails and top-hat, however, is
    within to discern from viewing between two, at best, presumptuously opportunistic brothers, for none so quite distantly an uncle,
    tragically that afar and thereupon whom to assume a demeanor which
    hinges off essences shrouded by mists of misfortune and cursed
    damnation;- Why, I might just imagine another reviewer's mention of
    Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov, his little finger in proclamation
    raised to his eyebrow;- Just so, here, almost perfectly, as if I'd
    actually read it also in mention.


    Of course it's neither merely some little ditty after just puking your
    guts for the sake of an empty pit, not in Woody's perspective.

    . . .


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