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| Is it me or did you just feel a spot of rain? |
This amazing film has been saved on my TV recording box thing for ages and I am so glad I finally watched it. Nothing on telly tonight innit. The title made me think it was a romantic comedy about tennis. And it does start off with the pretty wrapping of a rom com and there are even a few gentle laughs.
But by the end things take very dark turn and, well, it's impossible to say much more without spoilers.
I think I can say that this film implicates you wonderfully - it's such a clever thing if a film-maker can turn you into a villain. And you become evil in exactly the same way it happens in reality. Incrementally.
I can't recall ever seeing a film which so gently and superbly implicates the viewer. I was tingling with pleasure by the end and just so, so glad that I am a good person who would never hurt anybody.
Probably.
To find this idea of yourself challenged. To make you think.. and I will be running this one again and again in my head for a few days, I can tell you. I just feel a little unsure... the ground has shifted slightly from under me. Even though - really - it's absurd. Er... isn't it?
Woody Allen has made me not just suspend my disbelief. He's made my disbelief go on holiday to Sardinia... or maybe Greece.
I love Woody's films, and Match Point is making me blither like no other since Midnight in Paris. Seriously - I am blithering here and will be blithering for days.
The innocuous tennis ball at the beginning which bounces off the net and could go either way. That slow motion tennis ball. It metaphorically returns later on in a moment of sheer fucking genius. Blither... blither... blither. Woody. You clever bastard.
