Grand Jeté

As a kid watching 'Siskel and Ebert at the Movies', I loved Roger Eberts description that movies take you to places you've never been and introduce you to people and lives you'll never encounter.

This movie fits that description freakishly well.

While it's a very watchable film, the characters come across as the last 3 survivors on earth ( there are NO supporting characters) and while fascinating to watch, their personalities fail to elicit any sympathy. I didn't like the characters; I didn't dislike the characters; but I was still too far removed to develop any empathy for anyone.

And for a movie set in Berlin, I expected at least some scenes of architecture, culture, etc, but alas, whereas I met characters I normally wouldn't meet, I never felt that I was traveling anywhere outside of 3-4 studio sets that could have been filmed anywhere.

Another European mood piece. Inferred narrative, incessant close-ups, panning, tracking, and angled camera shots, minimal dialogue. It's all here, quite claustrophobic and irritating. Many are talking about the daring incest plotline; to be honest, if the characters hadn't casually mentioned the mother/son relationship (about three times), I would never have known; it's handling is quite subtle, there's no indication in their behavior that distinguish this from student/teacher, or simply older/younger. Dialogue is so sparse (generally no more than two lines exchanged between characters at any given time), one can't be sure what's going on in the story; the last 20-30 minutes of the film has no conversations, none; we're treated to a little twist, fade to white, it's months later, and our two characters never exchange a single word, or share a real moment to explain what has happened or the nature of their relationship. As for the sex in the film, I know folks believe they saw these two engaging in intercourse, but we didn't see any such thing. To be sure, there is plenty of nudity, some foreplay, an HJ, and the off camera use of an item for pleasuring, however, any act of lovemaking between the characters is not shown; no grinding, thrusting, groaning, or sweating with our protagonists wrapped around each other. There is little, if any, romance here. Given that avoidance of honest passion, the minimal dialogue, and fuzzy narrative, this movie's subject matter is rendered more tepid than bold or shocking; indeed, it would be difficult to show mother/son incest much safer than it's depiction here. Ultimately, the movie just aimlessly rolls around the deck until the end credits appear.

This is not just a bad film - it's a horrible one. Are we really supposed to normalize sick, disturbing "relationships" between an adult woman and a teenager? If the roles were reversed, the outrage would be massive, and rightly so. She should be in jail, not romanticized or portrayed as some kind of sympathetic character.

What frustrates me most is how cinema often shows only the "bad man-teen" dynamic, but when it's a woman involved, suddenly it's treated as less serious or even "taboo exciting." That double standard is disgusting. Exploitation is exploitation, no matter who the adult is.

On top of all that, the storytelling is weak, the characters flat, and the message extremely harmful. This film fails both as art and as morality. Zero stars if I could.

And maybe even "wrong" love - well no pun intended as always. There have been other movies that have delved into the human psyche and may have given us a better overall picture (I reckon that can count as a pun too) ... but this is also quite well made. It never reaches those heights ... but it is well played and may be a bit more "silent" and slow than other movies.

Try to suspend your disbelief, be prepared to be shocked (not so much from the nudity hopefully, but the relationship the two main characters have ... and their "connection") ... also be prepared to fill in the blanks ... to read between the lines (silences) ... the movie challenges the viewer ... performances are really good. And casting a real dancer in the main role may have helped it a lot.

Just what is it about ballet dancers in movies that they all have to have gnarly feet, eating disorders, self harming issues, be generally unhealthy and be obsessive and plain crazy?

Well if you are expecting this movie to break from those tropes this is the wrong one. It even manages to throw in another disorder to the crazy ballerina pile, incest.

That is right this is a movie about a ballerina who apparently gave her son to her own mother to raise while she pursued her dancing career and now she is back in his life. But for some reason her and her son decide to embark on an incestuous affair. And that isn't a spoiler by the way that is the premise of this movie from the outset.

There is nothing really explored as to why this situation has occurred nor at any point does the son and mother discuss their motivations for their acts. It is basically numerous sex scenes with very little in the way of dialogue. Strangely enough the mother does seem to have a partner at the start of the movie but with him being replaced by the son he is never seen again. At no point is he there to ask what happened to the relationship, he is simply removed from the narrative. There are some hints that the mothers own parents were disturbed, yet its hardly enough to fill in the blanks of the narrative.

While this is similar in tone to The Piano Teacher it doesn't have the same emotional impact. Its also not surprising this was directed by a woman, its highly unlikely a man would have been given the green light to film such a movie. As people would have questioned his motives for making a movie about incest. Its also German and centred on Berlin where apparently anything goes. Maybe these movies are "trendy" in certain far left leaning places like there.

While it seems competently shot there are some very odd camera angle choices which can look absurd. There are also plenty of close ups of feet for some reason. There is also a very strange BDSM performance theatre scene involving the son, like I said this is all "very Berlin" in tone.

This is unlikely to be picked up by many platforms or to be seen by many people. Although I am sure that for those certain individuals who have a "thing" for the subject matter will be its biggest fans.

While some people are saying female directors are the future of cinema, based on this showing its unlikely cinema will survive.

A niche viewing experience based on the belief that taboo subjects should be on the big screen, produced by those who lack moral judgement and common sense.

The only plus was that at least the main character had the physique of a ballerina.

The ending is also very unsatisfying and doesn't resolve anything.