REVIEW - “I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on” wrote Wurtzel. As a critic, I can’t go to the movies just to have a great time. I have to come home with something to write about, so my analytic mind has to be on.
When a film makes me stop thinking, there must be greatness in it. I don’t turn a blind eye to its flaws but I certainly judge it with more indulgence, grateful for the magic it has performed on me. Trance is one of those movies which have managed to shut my brain off and turn my heart on.
The Oscars ceremony held last Sunday at the Kodak Theatre in Los Angeles saw the Glory Days of French cinema rushing back with the consecration of The Artist. Sacred best film of 2011, it received not less than four other Oscars including best actor (Jean Dujardin) and best director (Michel Hazanavicius)
It was a great event in the history of French cinema but The Artist’s victory was expected by many of us and therefore it was not - with the exception of the extraordinary youthful appearance of Tom Cruise - a night filled with surprises. It might had been though for those who were supporting Gary Oldman and were sure he would won the coveted statuette for his role in Tinker, Tailor, Sailor, Spy.