The 88 year old Woody Allen has said in interviews that "Coup de Chance", his 50th feature as writer-director, will probably be his last. This would be a wise decision on the part of the auteur as he will be bowing out on a high note. This is a very fine, and fittingly finaleal work for his career, encompassing many of the themes that have always most concerned him and serving as a kind of correction, it seems to me, to some of his earlier works. "Coup de Chance" is a very assured, often tense thriller that implies a profoundly absurdist sense of the cosmos.
It is also, if nothing else, one of the finest looking films Allen has ever made. For his last several movies he has collaborated with the great, Italian cinematographer Vittorio Storraro. Their previous collaborations have seem labored to me, in no small part because several of them were, simply, bad movies. But even overlooking that, Allen's spaces struck me as too domestic, too intimate, for Storraro's almost by default epic lighting. Here, Allen, Storraro, and set crew Veronique Melery, Gilles Boillot, and Geraldine Laferte synthesize a world of colors with which Storraro can fully display his magic. Every room feels like entering another world, but not in a way that distracts or seems artificial.
Thematically, Allen's work will always, by his own design, be compared to that of his hero, Ingmar Bergman. It is easy to think of Allen's world as a kind of Bergman-lite as most of Allen's films would be described as comedies whereas many of Bergman's are oppressively "serious". But in fact Allen's world is much colder than that of his hero. For Bergman, all the sound and fury of reality is usually redeemed by some metaphysical glory- Love, Art, the promise of the Divine in the very silence of God.... For Allen, the world is simply godless and meaningless, though, by his own account, he hasn't always expressed that as well as he wished.
One of Allen's most beloved movies, "Hannah and His Sisters", is one of the filmmaker's least favorites from his oeuvre. I can understand why. "Hannah" comes off as finding affirmation and meaning in existence, when all it sets out to do is find a reason, however petty and remote, not to commit suicide. In the famous scene where Allen's character decides against killing himself while watching a Marx Brothers film, it is easy to misinterpret the Marx Brothers as Allen's divine messengers. But they are not Divine, they are not even geniuses. They are just funny clowns that distract one from the desolate facts of life.
Allen is often disparaged as a prissy intellectual. Indeed, his canonical name-dropping can become precious and tiresome. But in many ways Allen is an anti-intellectual. Rather, he is an escapist, and this is what makes his world so cold. In an almost reverse-Heideggerean way, Allen suggests that thought that confronts the "authentic" reality of human being can only reasonably lead to despair, indeed suicide. It is only in resisting such "authentic" realism that a human being can hope to persevere.
The last words in Allen's last film echo. "Better not to dwell on it," on our actual condition. Only then might we fool ourselves ("fool" being an operative word) into experiencing joy.
It is also, if nothing else, one of the finest looking films Allen has ever made. For his last several movies he has collaborated with the great, Italian cinematographer Vittorio Storraro. Their previous collaborations have seem labored to me, in no small part because several of them were, simply, bad movies. But even overlooking that, Allen's spaces struck me as too domestic, too intimate, for Storraro's almost by default epic lighting. Here, Allen, Storraro, and set crew Veronique Melery, Gilles Boillot, and Geraldine Laferte synthesize a world of colors with which Storraro can fully display his magic. Every room feels like entering another world, but not in a way that distracts or seems artificial.
Thematically, Allen's work will always, by his own design, be compared to that of his hero, Ingmar Bergman. It is easy to think of Allen's world as a kind of Bergman-lite as most of Allen's films would be described as comedies whereas many of Bergman's are oppressively "serious". But in fact Allen's world is much colder than that of his hero. For Bergman, all the sound and fury of reality is usually redeemed by some metaphysical glory- Love, Art, the promise of the Divine in the very silence of God.... For Allen, the world is simply godless and meaningless, though, by his own account, he hasn't always expressed that as well as he wished.
One of Allen's most beloved movies, "Hannah and His Sisters", is one of the filmmaker's least favorites from his oeuvre. I can understand why. "Hannah" comes off as finding affirmation and meaning in existence, when all it sets out to do is find a reason, however petty and remote, not to commit suicide. In the famous scene where Allen's character decides against killing himself while watching a Marx Brothers film, it is easy to misinterpret the Marx Brothers as Allen's divine messengers. But they are not Divine, they are not even geniuses. They are just funny clowns that distract one from the desolate facts of life.
Allen is often disparaged as a prissy intellectual. Indeed, his canonical name-dropping can become precious and tiresome. But in many ways Allen is an anti-intellectual. Rather, he is an escapist, and this is what makes his world so cold. In an almost reverse-Heideggerean way, Allen suggests that thought that confronts the "authentic" reality of human being can only reasonably lead to despair, indeed suicide. It is only in resisting such "authentic" realism that a human being can hope to persevere.
The last words in Allen's last film echo. "Better not to dwell on it," on our actual condition. Only then might we fool ourselves ("fool" being an operative word) into experiencing joy.
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