Two of today's films leave me greatly puzzled by an aspect of modern cinema. Medeas and I Am Yours are both accomplished films with fine performances and moments of brilliance but the endings leave me cold. Medeas is for Terrance Malik lovers. It is excruciatingly slow but beautiful to watch. The narrative is minimal, the storyline seems to be about quiet resignation and repression. The denouement is cruel, unlikely and almost sensationalist. The ending isn't. You could hear the audiences disappointment when the credits started rolling.
Catalina Sandino Moreno and Brían F. O'Byrne are both superb as are their 4 children [the infant is also quite a performer]. I think this one will go the way of Days of Heaven and be designated a masterpiece by a few but seen by very few.
I Am Yours is Norway's submission to the Oscars and again the performances are wonderful. Amrita Acharia plays a Pakistani single mother living at loggerheads with her annoyingly traditional family, in Oslo. Ola Rapace [Noomi's ex-husband] place her commitment challenged "boyfriend." Erotically charged, well edited and smartly shot it is relatively entertaining, but again, the credits roll and the audience groans. Is it merely convenient to end a film like this or am I missing something.
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