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• The Finical Filmgoer •

Goodbye Again (1961)
Available via Netfliques instant streaming, Goodbye Again (1961) is directed by Anatole Litvak and adapted from the best-selling novel by Françoise Sagan, entitled Aimez-vous Brahms?
The film surprised me with its sophistication; but then, any European film having to do with human relationships always seems to be at least 40 years in advance of American cinematic sensibilities, do they not? Ingrid Bergman portrays a successful, middle-aged interior designer with a shop in Paris, who is involved in a long and stagnant affair with transportation businessman Yves Montand. Completely and singularly in love, she overlooks his philandering "business trips" where he seduces and beds young, adventurous and fashionable girls. Theirs is a relationship that is mutually satisfying only to the extent that both parties are willing to lie, and to accept lies.
Bergman lands a job decorating the home of a wealthy American woman, and meets her spoiled son (Anthony Perkins), a lawyer in his 20s, who falls instantly in love with her. Resistant at first, disappointments with Montand eventually lead her to give in to Perkins' exuberant courtship, while his blunt, jejune questions open a light onto some of the more obvious self-delusions she has required to maintain her relationship with recalcitrant Montand.
Unlike today's cougars, who appear to fall effortlessly into relationships with younger men, Bergman does not take easily to Perkins' youthful attitudes and behaviors. There is a wonderful scene in which we watch Bergman's face as she lies in bed in semi-darkness, listening to her naked young lover fumbling about the kitchen, babbling enthusiastically and incoherently about food, music, love and his mother. Bergman's face captures the patience, boredom, indulgence and exasperation of a mature person forced to take an immature person more seriously than they deserve.
The story is set in fashionable bars, restaurants, apartments and homes, giving us an inside look at the playgrounds of the sophisticated in 1960s Paris. A spectacularly soignee Diahann Carroll appears in a small scene as a sequin-sheathed chanteuse. Litvak employs a significant circular style, beginning and ending at the same place. Goodbye Again is an unexpectedly subtle examination of doomed, impossible relationships. 
Antichrist (2009)
In Lars von Trier's controversial Antichrist (2009), a therapist (Willem Dafoe) and his academic wife (Charlotte Gainsbourg) flee to a cabin in the woods, where they hope to mend emotional wounds after the (horrifically depicted) death of their infant son.
The story examines distinctly "adult" horror themes: the slow descent of a loved one into madness, the impotence of therapy against some forms of mental illness, a trusted person's explosion into violence, and the manner in which the natural world can exhibit a ghoulish, hyper-inflated menace when one is depressed and vulnerable.
Antichrist becomes increasingly surreal as the protagonists dive headlong into insanity, fear, violence and despair. Not the fun ride we've come to expect from horror films aimed at teens, but quite effective if you've the stomach for the deep, psychic shake-up invoked by a glimpse into the void. Available for instant streaming via Netfliques.
The Big Lebowski (1998)
Eliciting cries of astonishment from intimates, I'd never seen The Big Lebowski (1998) — and so finally scrunched into my threadbare yellow brocade wingback for a screening. The story involves an LA stoner called The Dude (Jeff Bridges), a man "in whom casualness runs deep", and his bowling compatriots — a paranoid, proto-Jewish vet (John Goodman framed by the most execrable pair of yellow aviators), and a former surfer (surprisingly youthful Steve Buscemi).
The Dude becomes embroiled in a mistaken-identity situation when a couple of thugs, assuming him to be a wealthy Pasadena bigwig also called Lebowski, trash his apartment and urinate on his rug. Seeking restitution for the rug ("it really pulled the room together"), The Dude locates The "Big" Lebowski, who hires him to track down his "cocksucking" trophy wife (Tara Reid), who's been kidnapped by said thugs.
Along the way, The Dude suffers numerous indignities at the hands of a hilarious collection of characters, including Philip Seymour Hoffman as Lebowski's sycophantic assistant, Julianne Moore as his estranged, feminist/vaginal artist daughter, John Turturro as a sexually predatory bowling competitor and Ben Gazarra as a sinister porn impressario.
Add a cabal of wimpy, loserish assassins called The Nihilists, David Thewlis as a cackling culture-vulture and Sam Elliot as a hokey narrator and you've got the kind of Coen Brothers milieu which renders plot insignificant. The film also boasts a great soundtrack with several hallucinatory dream sequences.
If you're a fan of any of these actors, you'll want to catch them in this all-stops-out sendup of LA's most risible stereotypes. Be sure to have a White Russian and a cigarette spéciale at the ready. Available for instant streaming via Netfliques.
Smash His Camera (2010)
If you lived through the 70s/80s/Jackie O/Studio 54 era, believe me, you're in for a treat.
An HBO documentary currently streamable via Netfliques, Smash His Camera (2010) is about infamous, American paparazzo Ron Galella and his controversial, stalkerish, privacy-smashing photographs of the eras most celebrated people. The doc is exceptionally well-constructed and tonally intriguing, with commentators weighing in on all sides of the debate regarding Galella's emergent position in photographic history — exacerbated by his recent inclusion in the collection at MoMA.
Galella, his wife and his contemporaries in photography, photojournalism, art, media, law and entertainment are wittily interviewed about his work, style, controversy and legal wrangling with the likes of Jackie O and Marlon Brando, to fascinating effect. An engrossing study of a dubitable character, embellished with numerous riveting, immortalizing images and anecdotes.

Finical Filmgoer Reviews:
Perfume: The Story of a Murderer (2006)
The Twilight Saga: New Moon (2009)
Antonioni's L'Avventura (1960)
The Golden Bowl (2000)
Last Year at Marienbad (1961)
Far from the Madding Crowd (1967)
Goodbye Again (1961)
Antichrist (2009)
The Big Lebowski (1998)
Smash His Camera (2010)

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You've got an eclectic list.II will begin to hunt these down. My sister and I watch movies together on my medium-grand flat screen television. We visit the supermarket dollar movie machines, but for the more arcane flicks, she drives to the remaining Blockbuster about eight miles away.
Thanks for this.
Have you seen the Green Porn that Isabella has done? It's quite amusing.
My dear M. Colman ~ In my review of It's Complicated I state: "The most intelligent and accomplished actress of our generation is suddenly rendered so giggly, ditzy, loopy and flustery she seemed like a feeble-minded idiot." Which begs the question: why see it twice?
My dear Mme Riordan ~ Persons of a sensitive nature enjoy overlapping tastes, do they not?
My dear Mlle Forte ~ Your elegant appearance in my cloistral apartments always lends the literary tone to the proceedings.
My dear Mme K ~ at your service my dear Lady!
My dear Mlle Greenheron ~ Compose yourself dearest Lady!
My dear Mme Riordan ~ Persons of a sensitive nature enjoy similar reservations, do they not?
I really enjoy the BBC series and the documentaries. And "Spartacus". and...well, I should make my own list! But I look forward to viewing many of your picks!
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Models deserve more money - fun times and great Value.
I bet You agree Actresses/Actors on Stage deserve Respect.
Let's be valued not for hairy legs, chubby breast, or bold head?
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Believe it or not, I haven't seen Antichrist, and have no desire to as it may even be too much for my horror-business eyes. However, Mrs. Chillerpop and I last night took in a wonderful documentary about New York Times styles page photographer Bill Cunningham. I think you'd love it. And your description of "Smash His Camera" makes it sound like Ron Galella is the evil, demonic dark twin of the absolutely lovely Bill Cunningham. Perhaps a blog post topic is in order!
http://www.zeitgeistfilms.com/billcunninghamnewyork/
Please write more, M. Chariot!!!
My dear Mlle aim ~ Ah yes, Netfliques: the addiction that dare not speak its name! Thank you for weighing in on the phenom!
My dear M. James ~ The do becomes a carousal when the Whirly-gig Gent appears! Thank you for infusing the mundanity of my movie-viewings with your discreet poeticisms!
My dear M. Chillerpop ~ Always a pleasure to run into a fellow horroriste! And thank you for the recommendation on Cunningham. Will most definitely take a peek!
My dear Mme Lane ~ M. Chariot is nothing if not comprehensive!
My dear Mlle Cathy ~ Delicieux indeed!
My dear M. Meandre ~ "Hello, Again" old chap!
My dearest Mlle Roddick ~ Alas, which two of the four films is the question that hangs, trembling in the air!
Your reviews are incomparable, your graphics divine, and I yearn to be scrunched up next to you and your chair with a classic drink and some caramel covered popcorn, watching any one of these bits with you. As long as green heron is wrong in her imaginary assumptions. Mon Dieu! as Kathy suggests. Say it ain't so Mnsr.
I too enjoyed "Smash his Camera" - particularly after reading "I Watched a Wild Hog Eat My Baby: A Colorful History of Tabloids and Their Cultural Impact" by Bill Sloan.
My dear Mlle Bluestocking ~ My Netfliques is your Netfliques, cherí!
My dear M. Whirlwind ~ The infrequency of my pinched posts explains why they are hard and polished as diamonds! Thank you for indulging my link fixation!
My dear Mlle Abby ~ May I suggest we share White Russians and a cigarette spéciale? Regardless, I can assure you I shall be impeccably dressed.
My dear M. Tawl ~ I am most pleased to hear that you have seen the Galella doc, and I shall investigate your recommended tome!
The answer may have potential as a title for a fifth film - Goodbye Again, The Big Lebowski
In any event, this at least answers the trembling question (and so very few of my questions tremble).
I had seen Aimez-vous Brahms? in my native language in that title. Years later when I saw it's title on PBS as "Goodbye Again"
it took me a second to make the connection. Watching it after so many years brought back not only nostalgia but also woke up little memories tucked away in my cerebral curves. Thank you for including it in your review.
♥R
My dear M. Willie ~ I believe Netfliques premieres in Antwerp in 2012.
My dear Mlle FusunA ~ And such lovely cerebral curves they are, my dear Mlle!
My dear M. Procopius ~ And would you not agree with my description of Antichrist as "adult horror"? No cheesy thrills here. We're talking real horror, sir! And now, let us take a pause to allow that image of Jackie O to cleanse the palate.
I found a VHS copy on amazon for $45.
Upon your splendid recommendation I will be sure to catch the first two movies which I've never seen. The picture accompanying the Antichrist has me most enthralled.
The Big Lebowski I've seen a number of times and its characters always amuse, John Goodman as much as the Dude. Smash This Camera is a compelling documentary and positions celebrity photography and the photographer in a whole new light. Galella's inclusion at the MOMA raises some questions as well.
Great reviews here. Merci.
I'm into old movies these days, so Goodbye Again is definitely on my list to watch.
I, too, was having a hard time imagining you watching The Big Lebowski, but then after scrolling down to see that you've also reviewed Twilight, I finally understood: you suffer through all manner of movies so that we don't have to.
My dear M. Neilpaul ~ Exclusivity is the gentleman's middle name!
My dear Mme Kern ~ Anything to protect fine ladies from cinema's harsher offerings!
My dear Mlle Sneed ~ Open Salon's soignee videographer brings that touch of celebrity to my lackluster entertainment!
I recently got one of the little Apple TV devices, and so I can now watch Netflix instant play movies on my TV. So I especially appreciate this list.
In addition, I have all of your other movie recommendations queued up in my Netflix queue, at least those that are available, in anticipation of a Monsieur Chariot film festival. With the addition of these I believe I am now ready to begin the festivities.
I will say again publically what I said to you via email. I truly believe that you should collect your amazingly well-writtten film suggestions and review, with your photos and other visuals together and make it into a book, sent first off to all the Art House cinemas and sold at Brentano's --I think there are a few left, one in Manhattan.
You are a great not good writer of films and your fans here would all buy it too. I love that this came into my inbox here the MOMENT I wanted to go to Netflix streaming but feared I would not know what to choose.
That said, I have been on an Argintian sp? roll, especially the films of Norma Aleandro. In addition to "The Official Story"--she is just tremendous in a new film (think it is also on Netflix streaming as is the prior one) called "Cleopatra" which is a road story, in which two women, one very young, Aleandro about 71-72 play so well, and the music, incroyable. Thank you Thank you, Mlle Wendy
My dear M. Jimmishima ~ Welcome to the wonderful world of instant streaming! I'm preparing my speech for the Chariot Film Festival this very evening! How very vivifying!
My dear Mlle Stewart ~ I have one of your KMart Shower Curtains, the frosted one with the white dots. My very favorite — lovely my dear, quite lovely indeed!
My dearest Mlle Wendy ~ You are too kind my dear Wend-O, too kind indeed! You must write about your Argentinian roll! I need a new headtrip, and you're just the one to supply it!
I noticed that there are many GREAT documentaries I have missed. But I'll follow most of your list first. NOT being falsely flattering about how I see you manifesting and soon. How many essays do you have here? Each is, just see how many and how fine the comments.
Thinking of you more often than before you left TT, glad you are posting here! WO
Your reviews are dishier than the films. Truffles, sherry and silk kimonos for screening at my house! An OS Film Festival?
Might I suggest the HBO version of "Mildred Pierce?" Hard to beat Miss Crawford (save the wire coat hangers) but Miss Winslet is tres bon!!
My dear Mlle Veltman ~ You melodious greeting warms the heart! I was not aware of a BBC version of Madding Crowd, my dear: investigation post haste!
My dear Mlle Wend-O ~ I share several of your sentiments regarding M. Galella, but his eerie comment that he considered Jackie O to be his "girlfriend" at the time shifted my sympathy negatively. The poor woman was beleaguered by continual intrusions on her privacy. Alas, Galella's triumph led the way to the disrespectful, boundary-trashing travesty of prurience we see reflected in today's tabloid journalism.
My dear Mlle Crows ~ Oh dear, your film festival sounds like the kind of swanky affair to which I have become precariously accustomed. Re HBO, I have recently disconnected my cable to protest all the "reality" television now available, which I consider cheap and uninteresting. I am now entirely reliant on Netfliques, iTunes and podcasts for my media, and don't expect the HBO version of Mildred Pierce to be available on DVD until next year — an unfortunate downside of my principled rejection of contemporary television.
My dear Mlle Salzberg ~ I'm certain Goodbye Again is available on DVD somewhere! Definitely worth seeing by anyone interested in complex sexual mores!
My dear M. Colman ~ Then allow me to recommend you place Goodbye Again at the top of you Netfliques queue for a significantly estrogen-neutralizing effect on the household!
I believe you will find Smash to supply more of the glamour, charm and wit to which gentlepersons such as yourself have become more accustomed. Would love to hear your perceptions.
I find the ramifications of this particular equation not a little disturbing.
I did not watch the film as seriously as you did. I sought and found an antidote to the brilliant, somewhat undisciplined, and disturbing Antichrist. Your use of "bedeviled," however, connects the films. I saw the devil at work in (and beyond) the Galella universe. Today, although artists continue to create, the demands of marketing can be so distasteful and tawdry that too many significant voices are not heard.
I am reminded of a letter I read in an Italian course in college. Leonardo was begging a potential patron to give him the commission for a horse statue. I still recall vividly my nausea at the smarmy groveling of an artist I worshiped.
Oh and by the way, for some reason Liz Smith's melting blandishments made me wince.
I understand wincing at Liz Smith. Her comments were evidently given in exchange for an interview and photographs. I winced when Google led me to that info.
And helpful, since I love the instant feature on Netflix. Last weekend, I indulged in Dog Day Afternoon. (Ah, when Pacino was just a good, vulnerable actor and not just a blowhard!) Smash his Camera sounds like my next choice.
The filmakers managed to present such a compelling image of this man that I'm still not sure where I stand on the right/wrong questions surrounding his body of work, which is considerable and extremely valuable. When I think of him harassing Jackie and her children the way he did, I shudder, but then he's such an affable guy...tough call. Thanks for the recommend. Now on to Goodbye Again.
Bullheaded, coarsely refusing to recognize boundaries of common decency, Galella pursued her mercilessly, bulldozing through every legal obstacle she raised — leading the way to today's unrestrained celebrity feeding frenzy.
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Goodbye again was a real treat. I was particularly impressed with the nuanced screenplay and performances. Oh, and Paris has never been more charming. Anthony Perkins is not one of my favorites, but he handled this complicated part well. Is edgy portrayal kept me guessing...was he psychotic or just an exhuberant eccentric?
Ingrid Bergman on the other hand is near the top of my all time favorite list. She was captivating as ever, taking us along on her journey of recognition and resignation. On the night she first took her young lover and heard him prattling on in the distance, she knew and I knew the choice she would eventually make. I am of that age myself and could relate to her experience. With two imperfect options before her she made the best choice all things considered. The ending was anything but typical tie-it-up-in-a-bow tidy and therefore resembled the real world much more so than most Hollywood fare then and now.
Thanks again for the recommendation. On to Antichrist.
My dear Mlle Bluestocking ~ Thanks so much for submitting your intriguing perceptions about Goodbye, again. I do adore hearing from one so articulate! When I saw where Bergman ended up, I found it depressing: despite all her wriggling to freedom, her straining for alternatives, I felt she landed in a worse place than where she started. At least at the beginning of the story, she had options. By the full-circle ending, the only option was divorce.
But your commentary offers a somewhat more sad-eyed, philosophical lens on the proceedings. Was Bergman's fate her "best choice"? Was it "real world"? I wonder if there is a place between tie-it-up-in-a-bow-tidy and resigned that may have made for a better life? Perhaps her resignation reflected the best possible option for a mature woman at the beginning of the 1960s, before the sexual revolution, before the beginning of modern feminism?
I can't believe I'd never heard of it. I am a huge Ingrid Bergman fan, so how did I miss this gem?
The ending was heart-wrenching as well as clever.
Merci, mon bon monsieur!