Women (1997)

Such a frustrating disappointment

Great Film overall

Yo, there's no way for me to review this film without saying, take your *insert ethnicity + "ass" here* to see this film,like now. You have to see it in order to know what you're really messing with.

There's no way I can possibly love it entirely but I just think its ridiculously bad, but enjoyable at the same time.

I don't know how much in this film was self-aware and how much was going on on the back of the director. Of other experiences i've had with this filmmaker's work, i never saw anything that might make me believe i'd see anything as clever as what we have in this film. However, this film is a good experience, a piece which was cleverly allowed to breath to the rhythm of the female performances.The casting of the 5 leading female characters is the first great thing about this. All of them are more or less attached to a certain cultural (european) background, and in the world of film, each one became linked to a certain type of character. That is used in the writing of this film, and i would say each role was written bearing in mind specifically each of the ladies we see here. For each role there might be 1 or 2 other acceptable actress options, but no more.The second good thing is how acting types are allowed to play freely. Each woman dominates her scene, and bends the other (male) characters to her own breath, to her own acting rhythm and style, as much as Maura's character bends Joaquim d'Almeida to her lifestyle. The story plays accordingly, since all these women are, or fight for being, masters of their own life. So there's a folding of women trying to live free lives into women's different acting styles, allowed to run wild. This i think was not intentional, but it certainly works.Another great thing, that proves my last paragraph, are the scenes in which several of these women interact and, remarkably, the one in which the 5 of them, and only them, act together in Maura's home, and actually make a film together! I appreciated the self-reference of the thing. These scenes, specially this at Maura's house, are great because it's in the Lumet or Altman tradition of capturing the breath of each actress's performance. They are allowed to breath and each performance is thrown at each other, so the richness of the scene is in how we compare them.I'd say the general mood intended for the film was fully based on Almodóvar's film world, thus the Carmen Maura connection. This would be, i think, intentional, and the director looked for it. But he messed that up, and it's good he did, because if he'd insisted to hard on that, he might have wiped out the other great eventually non intentional stuff. But the writing is great, self-aware and fully supportive to the actresses. That's why we have two writing devices that enfold the acting nature of this film:-one of the characters is herself a performer, so she is acting an actor. Her performances are vital points for two dramatic developments in the film (her daughter watching her have sex on stage, and her jealousy towards her friend). -Carmen Maura films her friends, making confessions to the camera. So they are ostensibly framed, and placed speaking to the camera, and thus to us. Great devices.Lisbon is just a postcard here.My opinion: 4/5, you should watch this

And why should we care? Fake setting (Portugal has a french speaking population?) with 5 fake women characters in search of a real male director. Carmen Maura carries the burden of being forever associated with Almodovar's comedies, so the expectation is she will makes us laugh. Looking like a mini me Mommy Dearest she's never given the chance to break loose and show us what makes her tick the wrong side of intimacy. At times she also looks like an old stable horse forced to chew on French. If middle aged Hollywood actresses have a hard time finding a worthy role, this movie proves that European ones are faring no better: rounded up past their prime into a Portuguese corral with no abbattoir in sight to put them out of their misery, has to be a pretty demoralizing experience. Having no believable plot or a character to root for the mind starts to slide into catty judgments reserved for desperate women of a certain age...Keller has aged better than the rest of the cast but as much as she crunches her face and knocks her forehead against hard surfaces, she still can't shed a tear which is why all her crying fits are shot from the back of her head; Marissa Berenson's surgically enhanced face has left her looking more vacuous than Pinocchio, with an emaciated body that should have stayed inside the bathtub she used in the Barry Lyndon movie; Mioux Mioux still speaks in a grating little girl's voice trapped inside the now little 50 year old me ( a role that Maureen Steenburgen who also speaks like a 5 year old will play in the American version if God doesn't spare us); who trained that chimpanzee to play a drag queen that impersonates the cabaret diva singer? But let me stop. In the end the women's three wishes which is the premise for this campless movie is a cop out even for the screenwriter. No resolutions just fake happy endings. If you want to see more than six women that can act in French then rent Francois Ozon's 8 women for a more satisfying and dignifying experience.

"Elles" is a slice-of-european-middleaged-female-life flick with all the beauty and elegance of the best Europics and a cast of some of Europe's brightest female stars. The film wanders through the midlives of a bunch of interconnected women and explores their moments of passion, lust, joy, frustration, jealousy, fear, hope, despair, romance, etc. as it deals with such issues as love, affairs, aging, family, careers, drugs, lesbianism, etc. Sensitive, empathetic, compassionate, playful, wistful, etc., and without a distinct storyline, this film bathes the audience in all the wonders that are women. A fitting treatise and worthy tribute to the gentle gender beyond forty. Recommended for more mature audiences into European films about....um, well, women. (B+)

A light comedy bringing together some of Europe's former beauties, this film is light fluff in a very contrived Pan-European atmosphere. Lisbon, a romantic city to many (and definitely the cheapest capital in the European Union to film a movie) is the backdrop for this assortment of women, none of which is Portuguese. A couple are Swiss, one Spanish, one American, and one actually is French. But we must assume that it is quite normal that all the characters including the sole Portuguese leading character, their family, friends and co-workers all speak fluent French, not a Portuguese word to be heard. Well, if this is a barrier, be prepared for more. They are all on the wrong side of 40, as advertised everywhere. Why not say 50? At the time of filming all the "women" (except Miou-Miou, who was 47) were over 50, and by now when the film is being released for the first time, they are all in their mid 50s. Yes, they look nice. But forty? The last major hurdle to clear to enjoy the film is to accept the five most popular cliches about older women. A couple are men hungry to the point one even has sex in front of her grown daughter. Another (unlikely) one is an old lipstick lesbian. The teacher has sex with Lisbon students 30 years her junior (who also speak fluent French). And the main, arguably most "normal" character (as played by the Spanish Carmen Maura) has a live-in lover 12 years younger (Joaquim de Almeida). If all these anomalies don't faze you, you may enjoy the film as the light comedy with fading female stars it was intended to be.