Modern films are rubbish.
If I were even more of a ponce I'd say "modern film is rubbish".
The evidence stacks up year after year.
Blockbusters are shit.
American 'independent' films made by music video directors are shit.
Contemporary European art house cinema? Oh come on, you can't compare it with the films of the 60s, 70s, or even 80s. Kieslowski was the last great Euro giant who died too young - ooh, now I'm getting poncey.
OK, there are a few good Iranian films but...
Why watch a film you'll only watch once and react by saying, "Well, that was alright, I suppose."?
Because film critics are still around saying things like "a tour de force" and other such codswallop.
Far From Heaven is a homage (an homage?) to All That Heaven Allows by the great Douglas Sirk.
In the Time Out Film Guide, reviewer Geoff Andrew creams his corduroys about this film.
I say it's as tame as Cindy, my deceased bitch.
Far From Heaven is set in late 50s New England - in the autumn of course, so the colours are really really sumptuous and gorgeous and out of this world.
The man of the family is a top salesman who shags men in secret. His housewifey wife finds this out and simultaneously falls in love with the family's black gardener who happens to be cultured (i.e. white, middle-class cultured).
The husband falls in love too, with a young blond man. He leaves the marital home.
"Society" won't allow the nice housewife to get together with her potential lover.
God, I'm bored describing it.
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