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"The Diving Bell and the Butterfly:" seldom has a film

Posted by tinear on February 25, 2008 at 15:45:12:
received such hype and been so ridiculously bad.
A wealthy heel with a significant other and three children by her also has a mistress for whom he is about to permanently leave the mother of his kids. He suffers a debilitating stroke.
For the first way-too-many minutes, the director attempts to make us "feel" what it's like to be in a state of total paralysis, near blindness, and total confusion.
After a few minutes of this, any sensate individual would have understood and the film could continue. Not J. Schnabel, however: he subjects the poor viewer, as trapped as the unfortunate character, to what seems like hours of it.
And that's another major problem with the film: we don't get too many of the character's thoughts but merely his feelings, which aren't very surprising and hardly worth much consideration. This may be a blessing, however, because the editor of Elle, his former occupation, hardly would be riveting.
One of the anti-climactic moments occurs-- I confess that to a French person this may seem more dramatic---when the lover, who has such deep emotions that she manages to resist the urge to see him as his life hangs by a thread or as he fights to regain communication, telephones him when his wife is present.
The long-suffering wife, of course, dutifully leaves the room so the lover can explain her absence, though the wife returns to help the communication.
And what a world this poor unfortunate is left in!
Not only is his wife a stunner, the girlfriend is too--- okay, so far, he was, after all, the editor of a marginal fashion magazine. But his speech therapist, physical therapist, AND secretary also
are all model-perfect!
I'd suggest another title, perhaps when it's released to DVD: "A Stroke of Good Luck!"