SummaryOnce happily married, Conor (James McAvoy) and Eleanor (Jessica Chastain) suddenly find themselves to be strangers longing to understand each other in the wake of a tragedy. Their story is told from the perspective of Eleanor.
SummaryOnce happily married, Conor (James McAvoy) and Eleanor (Jessica Chastain) suddenly find themselves to be strangers longing to understand each other in the wake of a tragedy. Their story is told from the perspective of Eleanor.
For the most part, thanks in great part to Benson’s rich screenplay and Chastain’s nomination-worthy work, I was immersed in this story no matter who was telling the tale.
In his directorial and writing debut, Ned Benson has crafted two separate films--two visions of a relationship's end following tragedy. There's more than enough life and relationship--and with each conversation, we see growth in Eleanor. Solely seeing Eleanor's point-of-view is a true treat, and one not to be regretted with Jessica Chastain's effortless performance.
Comparatively, the chapter achieves a higher ideal and why not, it has got some of the best conversation between Chastain and Hurt.
The Disappearance Of Eleanor Rigby
Ned Benson, the writer and director, sings a love song of two stanzas in this trilogy. A love story told from the perspective of both the partners, the film is properly balanced. Going through the script Benson's most of the time is spent upon just doing that. Balancing it. And as much effortful it would be, it is equally easy on the screen. And that is his biggest achievement and probably compliment too. The film looks easy. It flows smoothly. The supporting characters makes sense, the conversations necessary and the circumstances falls into place naturally. And maybe that's why the individual chapters speaks more to you. The complex nature of the other side is thrown right at your face which you aren't expecting, especially in a film like such, **** like such.
The film divided itself visually in two colours. These colors represent the nature of the characters that steers the film. For instance the blue shade that James McAvoy carries is the suppressed emotional background that never makes him decide anything. And if it does, it is not his favourite position to be at. He can't choose. Jessica Chastain is quite opposite on that note. Her sunny shaded colour signifies the active nature of hers on that relationship, where her good or bad deeds and self-appointed position of choosing things; deliberately or accidentally, lights the fire.
Her
Jessica Chastain is getting a fair share. And I say this for, Benson didn't want to get the "her" side of the story wrong. You can see that clearly in the film. She is peeled properly and more sensitively. To be fair, her character has to cross two boundaries and while balancing both of these tracks parallel-y, you can feel Benson trying too hard. For that brief period, the film loses the grasp but it is a knee scratch in this war.
The calibration of mature performances and a reasonably credible, if somewhat familiar, scenario make "Eleanor Rigby" a lot more watchable than the strange conceit of the production.
Even at its most purplish and highfalutin (mostly in the “Her” section), “Eleanor Rigby” always aims for something sincere, and when Benson pulls back a bit — and stops trying to show us how much Freud he’s read and how many Bergman films he’s seen — the movie becomes vastly more engaging.
All of these characters are worth knowing and the acting is excellent all around, but somewhere along the line the narrative arc vanishes and tedium sets in.
They're thematically richer and more tonally cohesive than their hybrid. But because the two films are so similar to one another, they fail to deliver on the promise of their unique structure, rendering the “he said, she said” complementary design of the two films a dull, self-indulgent gimmick.
I loved the concept of telling a love story from two perspectives. The two films complement each outher rather well. That said "...: Her" is the one that manages to work as a quiet contemplative stand-alone picture. "...: Him" is much more straight-forward and quaint, but that doesn't necessarily mean it's worse. They're just different. I'd recommend watching "...: Her" first and then "...: Him". The characters seemed much more likable to me this way.
The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby: Her, like its counterpart is not essentially a bad movie, but it does has more serious mistakes than Him, and a main one is the script, because you practically go blind if this turns out to be your first approach to her story , Here the feeling that something is missing is much bigger than in Him.
I recommend both Him and Her one after the other, they are little more than three hours between the two so it's not that bad.
The sadness of being an incorrigible completist, I have to finish all these three films before writing my review, Ned Benson’s ambitious feature-length debut is a post-trauma story of a young couple Conor (McAvoy) and Eleanor (Chastain) in New York after losing their child in an unspecified accident, HIM centres on Conor and HER centres on Eleanor in the same time period, then interweaves these two versions together, there arrives THEM, one can get an overall view of their paralleled life. So basically, I have watched the same movie twice, and certain scenes three times where the path of Conor and Eleanor converges.
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