Conversation Piece (Gruppo di famiglio in un interno)
“A rather incestuous family”
A Review
Out of all the many films Luchino Visconti made, and all the collaborations with actor (and lover) Helmut Berger, Conversation Piece (1974) remains my favourite. It is not easy to explain why since the film is not a gorgeous epic like Ludwig (1972) or The Leopard (1963). It has more in common with Visconti’s camp Nazi drama The
Damned (1969) in the stilted English dialogue (some actors horribly dubbed) and
disturbing family dynamics.
The plot, or what there is of it, revolves around The Professor (Burt Lancaster, who
also starred in The Leopard) an ageing, reclusive man who prefers art to people. He
is harassed by a decadent, wealthy middle-aged woman, Bianca (Silvana Mangano).
Who, after somehow gaining entry to his home succeeds in pressuring the Professor
into showing her the upstairs apartment. Then, with the help of her nubile and rather precocious daughter, Lietta (Claudia Marsani) they get the Professor to agree to a one year lease.
The Professor’s decision to allow them to stay means that he has opened his doors to
not only the mother and daughter but also the daughter’s lover, Stefano (Stefano
Patrizi) and the mother’s ‘kept boy’, Konrad (Helmut Berger, star of Ludwig and The
Damned). The Professor is thrust suddenly into the inner workings and turmoil of this odd family. They are careless, noisy and disruptive, unheeding of the Professor’s insistence that he does not wish to be involved with them.
The main focus of the film is on the strange relationship that the Professor develops with Konrad. It has echoes of Dirk Bogarde and Bjorn Andresen in Visconti’s Death in Venice (1971) in that the Berger and Andresen characters make the Bogarde and Lancaster characters wish/ or recall their own youth while also seemingly speeding along their death. This also has echoes of Visconti’s own real-life relationship with Berger; an old man in love with someone much younger. It is Konrad’s youth and beauty that draw the Professor to him. Whether the attraction is a sexual one is never made specifically clear. It is suggested in anger by the mother and indeed Konrad seems to enjoy presenting himself to the Professor in a sexual way. For example, one night, after he has stayed in the Professor’s apartment after a beating by some thugs, Konrad invites the daughter and her lover over and they have sex in the Professor’s sitting room. Music is played loud, though Konrad is aware that the Professor is trying to sleep. He is almost inviting him out, coaxing him out to see what is happening.
As they invade his life the Professor begins to daydream of his own mother, his wife
etc. But these dreams are always interrupted by this new family. In the daughter
Bianca’s words the Professor becomes the father, Bianca is the mother and she,
Konrad and Stefano are the children. At this observation one of the characters remarks
“A rather incestuous family”
Earlier on Bianca had pressed the Professor, jokingly, into adopting Konrad as his
son. This scene takes place directly after the Professor has found them naked in his
sitting room. Indeed by the end the Professor is ready to accept the unexpected
affection he had found for them. “It could have been my family!” he cries, not
realizing that he still does not know these people. They are a mysterious force that
seems to destroy most of what they touch, whether it be when re-modelling the
upstairs apartment against the Professor’s wishes or when Konrad (eventually
shunned by the rest of the ‘family’ for his political beliefs) takes his own life. This destruction of Konrad, whose youth the Professor seemed to cling on to, fast-
forward’s the death of the Professor.
After discovering Konrad the Professor breaks down. He is confined to his bed, his
bedroom transformed into a hospital ward. The end has come.
The central themes of Conversation Piece are similar to those in most of Visconti’s
later works; inevitable death, the disintegration of tradition and family, the temptation of youth, the solitude of old age. All presented here in a claustrophobic, confining apartment where the characters feel too big to fit inside the walls. Indeed in the upstairs apartment, where Konrad and the daughter and her lover stay, the walls are literally knocked down. It is only where most of the action takes place, in the Professor’s apartment with its multitudes of paintings and books, that the characters seem stifled.
Much of Visconti’s work hinges on the melodramatic and this style, used in the
confining apartment of Conversation Piece helps the viewer to feel as the Professor
does; annoyed and yet curiously drawn in to the lives of the visitors. As the Professor starts, from some unconcious longing for family, to care about them, so does the viewer.
The casting choice of Burt Lancaster (first used by Visconti in The Leopard) is again a good one. Though Lancaster is well known as the ‘all American hero’ type actor in his few European films he has a gravitas, a solemnity missing from his previous work. He is also easy to like, despite the Professor’s sometimes hostile nature. Helmut Berger, who some claim was only cast by Visconti because he was his lover (and those who claim that feel that Berger was undeserving of the title role in Ludwig etc) gives here an acceptable performance. It is not his best, that would indeed be his role as Ludwig, but he manages to have enough charisma ( and his looks do not hurt) that he is not overwhelmed by Lancaster. In fact the two seem to gel nicely, Lancaster’s thoughtful, measured performance complimenting Berger’s impulsive, sometimes rushed style.
From the rest of the cast Silvana Mangano emerges the best. Another Visconti regular she brings a sense of familiarity to the role. It is a pity, somewhat, that due to the Italian practice of dubbing the dialogue later (after the film had been shot) some of the nuances of the performances have been lost. Sometimes the delivery of Berger’s lines does not match the intensity in his eyes etc. The daughter Lietta and her lover suffer the most from this. They seem to have been dubbed by different actors entirely, both of whom sound like pupils at an English boarding school. Unfortunately this can cause a few unintended laughs.
But despite this problem the film works. It is disjointed, perhaps confusing, needing a repeated watch, but the situations are interesting. Like the Professor the viewer is drawn in rather against his will. It is the flaws, and its echoes of Visconti’s real life that make it interesting. It will never be remembered as one of Visconti’s master works ( and it is perhaps his least known) but it certainly is a film that, if you are a fan of any of the stars, or Visconti himself, should be checked out. Conversation Piece was Visconti’s last completed film before he too, like his Professor, succumbed to death. In a strange reverse echo of the deaths in the film Berger (after Visconti’s death) then attempted suicide. Fortunately he survived but never again had the same quality of career without Visconti to direct him.
Tuesday, 30 November 2010
Sunday, 14 February 2010
KURBAAN ****/5
Firstly, i ADORE the poster work for this film. Like seriously love it.
Anyway, i was a bit apprehensive about the plot of Kurbaan since having seen
New York (John/Neil/Katrina) and hated it.
However, i was wrong. I do have some problems.
First, the 'class debate scene' i think it was shown as too black and white. i am
sure that not every american is as ignorant and stubbornly biased as was portrayed.
Vivek's argument rang true, but the fact that there were non agreeing with him was
irritating.
second, okay the FBI is not that stupid. Seriously.
However, I did LOVE Kareena's performance. She just gets better and better and
i wish she would stick to serious roles like this and Omkara/Asoka as i find
they are where she excels. I really felt for her character.
I have to say that Saif was probably very good as well since i really hated his
character, which must have been intended, and then understood him near the end.
I was annoyed however by his now non-moving forehead. Note to Mr Ali Khan, just because you are now dating a twenty-something doesn't mean you need to start abusing
the botox. Even if your hairline is receding a mile a minute.
Vivek Oberoi was great. I wish he had more film roles. Seriously.
The film itself was intriguingly dark. I wish, when Kirron Kher (play totally against type) revealed saif's past that we could have had a flashback or something.
The scene where saif & co make vivek shoot that fast food guy was nail-biting and
very well acted.
The music was awesome, same for cinematography etc.
All in all, i fully recommend :)
Saturday, 2 January 2010
London Dreams Review ***1/2
London Dreams is an ambitious film telling the story of Arjun (Ajay Devgan), a boy from Punjab who’s biggest desire is to create the first hindi rock band, get appreciation for his talent, and play at Wembley. He will let nothing stand in the way of his dream, not the pretty female dancer or his best friend Mannu (Salman Khan). Arjun invites Mannu to come to London with him and be a part of his band, however he is angered when Mannu, who was only to be back-up, wins the hearts of the public and gets the attention and fame Arjun craved without lifting a finger. Arjun then plots to destroy Mannu.
The basic plotting in the film is good. It is surprisingly short and to the point without veering off into any irritating side-tracks. There are holes. For instance, how did Arjun survive when he ran away from his uncle as a child. It shows him playing music in the streets of London but where did he live, how the hell did he make enough money to pay for music school and how did he then pay for his instruments?
Secondly, the ending. I find it hard to believe that Mannu would so readily forgive a man who tried so underhandedly to wreck his life by hooking him on drugs etc. Perhaps their dostana is just very strong, but even so…perhaps ’a year later’ and then forgiveness would have worked instead of a-couple-of-days-after-you-bitched-me-out-in-front-of-a-live-audience forgiveness.
Salman Khan as Mannu prompts the question ’Is he in Special Ed…I mean, is he?’ Mannu’s innocent outlook and naïve nature would have been better suited to a younger actor, I’m thinking Hrithik Roshan. Though Salman (thankfully) did not overact as he did at the end of Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam (and I did enjoy the airport scene, a sly nod to Mr Shahrukh Khan methinks) and perhaps had Salman himself been about ten years younger he could have done justice to the part. But that is the main point. Salman Khan is looking old. He looks bloated and his romancing of Asin (far too young for him) is as creepy as his real life relationship with Katrina Kaif. Perhaps it is time for him to start acting his age (and I’m not even going to get started on those hair implants).
Ajay Devgan, an actor whose work I very much admire, was very much miscast in this film. He excels in dark dramas such as Omkara (Othello), Company, Halla Bol, Apaharan etc and so I can see why he was picked but, sadly, it just didn’t work. He gives his intense, brooding best but there is just no way (in any reality) Ajay could be a rock star. His role would have been better suited to Saif Ali Khan, his Omkara co-star, who is not younger but inhabits more of the ‘rock star’ spirit. That said, Ajay has nothing to be ashamed of and (he) was easily the best thing in the film.
London Dreams was my first encounter with Asin, the pretty southern actress, and I was left disappointed. Not by her but by the role she was given. Apart from one amusing traditional dance-to hip hop scene she was merely window dressing (why would they need a dancer in a rock band?). This was a shame as she is very pretty and has the same sort of fiery attitude as Deepika Pakudone. A little development of her character would have been nice.
The music by Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy was, in my opinion, pretty good. I like it better than their similar effort for Rock On! (though I might be the only one). Standout songs for me were Khanabadosh and Barso Hanuman. The crowd picturisation was fantastic. In fact I thought the cinematography was above average, everything looked beautiful.
In conclusion, while having a few problems with the film, I do still recommend it to any fans of Ajay Devgan and/or (god forbid) Salman Khan. Those who are fans of Rock on! or even the Hollywood films Rockstar and Almost Famous would most likely enjoy this too. It isn’t the masterpiece it promised to be but it isn’t a disaster either. If it were a rock band it would be Bon Jovi.
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