Late Marriage (2001) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
This is a highly-acclaimed (86% positive reviews) dramedy about the marriage dilemma some ancient cultures impose on their modern-thinking youth, who must choose between honoring their families and accepting a mate in a family arrangement, or asserting their independence. In this case, the culture in the spotlight is the community of Georgian Jews relocated to Israel. Many people praised the home-spun wit of the film and declared it to be My Big Fat Georgian Wedding. Frankly, I thought that was a bad comparison. My Big Fat Greek Wedding is folksy and far from slick, but it is still a professional production. Late Marriage is amateur hour, a similar experience to watching a high school production of I Remember Mama, except with lower production values, and with Georgians instead of Scandinavians. I didn't find it very moving, and the ending is frustrating because it just sort of drifts off. Some of the performers are obviously amateurs (including the director's own mom in a key role), and the direction rises no higher than the level of "pedestrian." There is so little camera movement that it makes Clerks seem like Domino. Many praised the comedy in Late Wedding, but the comedy pacing is all wrong for modern ears. Although it is a modern Israeli film in color, it reminds me of an old B&W American sitcom from the 50s, sorta like I Married Joan without the laugh track. It seems that one performer delivers his lines stiffly, then the next speaker pauses, waiting for a laugh that never comes. On the other hand, maybe the script is incredibly funny by Georgian standards. The only other Georgian I can think of is Stalin, and I'd probably have to concede that writer/director Dover Kosashvili is funnier than Stalin. The film is interesting as a crash course in Georgian culture, of which I knew so little beforehand. I would not have guessed that such a primitive set of marriage rituals had endured seventy years of the Soviet Union and another decade or so of modern Israel. I was surprised to see that the cultural hold was still so strong on the otherwise modern-thinking Ph.D that he finally gave up on his beloved, beautiful, and sexy Moroccan divorcee in order to please his mother and marry a nice Georgian Jewish virgin. The film's strongest redeeming grace is a long sex scene between the goofy young intellectual and the Moroccan woman. That scene appears to be a genuine bit of lovemaking between two loving people familiar with one another's bodies and preferences. It's not especially explicit, but unlike most sex scenes in the movies, it actually gives off the feeling that we are spying and eavesdropping on two real people talking and loving and resting and talking again and loving again. This is one case where the lack of sophisticated camera work may actually have increased the sense of realism. But even the sex scene, like almost everything in this film, drags on too long. But what do I know? Critics raved about the film, and the IMDb score is good (7.3). It even managed to gross $1.5 million in the USA, which is pretty impressive for a film in Georgian, because it obviously couldn't have been generated by the vast hordes of curious Georgian-speaking ticket buyers. |
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