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MOVIE REVIEW: FTN reviews Mood Indigo

July 23rd, 2014 by Conor ONeill Comments

Mood Indigo “L’écume des jours” (15)
Director: Michel Gondry
Starring: Romain Duris, Audrey Tautou, Gad Elmaleh
Running time: 94 min

Wealthy, inventive bachelor Colin endeavors to find a cure for his lover Chloe after she’s diagnosed with an unusual illness caused by a flower growing in her lungs.

WHAT makes a good movie? Director, producer, money, players, lighting, script, plot, movement from reality to not on the spot…jot? Never start a review with a hypothetical question, or so I was taught. But at getting at the strengths of motion picture we must discuss all of the above.

Some movies are ticker-tape celebrations of brilliance in acting, direction, script, post-production and the hammering seduction of the people watching it. I hate writing bad reviews of something that many people have put two or three years of their lives to. But, this time, I have to.

Directed and co-written by Michael Gondry and adapted from Boris Vian’s novel, Froth of the Daydream, what we should have here is a magnificent piece of cinema. What’s put in front of the eyes is, I wasn’t counting the minutes, though I could feel a drop on the left side of my face and slabbers pouring down from my bake.

Thirty minutes in and I was dying to die. Considering Gondry’s other adaptations, such as the Academy Award Winning, Endless Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, it’s a rigour to figure how he managed to come up with such a dull pitch of a film. Yes, we have happiness, a drowning, theatre, tables on roller-boots and every other trick a producer and director can conjure but what we can’t lunge at is a follow-able plot.

Actors can only deliver so much, and with the main players, Romain Duris (The Beat My Heart Skipped) and Audrey Tautou (Coco Before Chanel), we’re offered a piece of manufactured script which seems to pitched by a thousand monkeys hitting qwerty at the thrill of will.

I’m counting my words now, knowing I should write between six and eight hundred. But I can’t. This movie is so pretentious and boring even tapping my fingers against a keyboard both hurts and hits my digits and soul. I shouldn’t be tapping while real life is happening. Are you getting the picture? Don’t go see this one.

I’ve read other reviews of this film; they must have been on some gear I’ve never been exposed to, or maybe they need to go SpecSavers. If your doctor won’t give you sedatives or if you’re a fantastic fanatic and fully insomniac praying for sleep, buy this film when it comes out on DVD and put on repeat.

Sleep well my friends.

A graven One Nerd out of Five

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Conor O'Neill is at times a playwright and a qualified journalist. He has worked for the Belfast Telegraph, Portadown Times and South Belfast Advertiser. He also contributes to various online e-zines, specialising in theatre, gig reviews and other cultural events. If you were to ask him what he does, he will say 'I'm functioning'... that's a lie. Best suited to pressure and deadlines, O'Neill thrives on the moment, the passion and the thrill of now, he's only happy when he's watching or reviewing a play.

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