La Double vie de Véronique (1991) from Tuna |
The Double Life of Veronique is a highly acclaimed Polish-French film directed by the legendary Polish auteur Krzysztof Kieslowski. The story is deceptively simple. We first meet Weronik in Poland, a free spirited young woman who sings like an angel. She finally lands a music gig, and drops of a heart attack at her first performance. Cut to Veronique in Paris, who not only looks exactly like Weronik, but was born on the same day at the same time, sings, and suffers from heart trouble. Further, Veronique senses the passing of Weronik. Veronique has sense enough to turn down a music career, realizing that her heart condition is not up to it. Love is another story, however. She sees a puppeteer at a school performance, and starts getting anonymous calls and gifts in the mail. She is not fooled, but is smitten. That is pretty much the plot. In the special features, Kieslowski also gives us the moral. "You must be careful what choices you make in your life." At this point, I'll bet there is not a single one of you who wants to see this film. That would be a mistake. There is amazing photography in every single frame. Music is used as a cast member more effectively than in any other film I can think of. Irene Jacob gave a superlative performance. All of that doesn't scratch the surface of explaining the beauty of this film, which shows us the internal lives of its characters in the most intimate manner. I was captivated start to finish.
Scoop's notes: Many people agree with Tuna's assessment, but many other respected critics hated this film. On balance, Veronique is generally considered to be Kieslowski's weakest effort from his post-Solidarity period. Here's his filmography from the last ten years of his life.
Of course, Kieslowski's weakest is still better than most men's best, but the point is that it is an arty, "love it or hate it," kind of movie. The British critics, for example, scored it anywhere from 10/10 to 2/10. BBC was in the middle (3/5), but commented: "Meandering through a maze of poetic ambiguity towards what could loosely be described as an ending, this precious puzzle of a picture would be hard-pressed to sustain interest without the spellbinding Jacob. That said, even the most smitten viewer may find that there's a bit too much of her flopping about like a dying swan." |
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