Mille volte Buona notte

I came into the movies with an open mind, without any knowledge of either the plot, setting or premise of the movie. The opening left me mesmerized, starting off with a silent photographer documenting a ceremonial initiation of a suicide bomber, to later become hurt in the subsequent IED attack. The following complications and insight to the photographer's life really builds up a powerful and emotional drama that mostly plays out within the borders of her own home.

From the reaction of her husband to their children's acceptance of their mother's dangerous occupation, every scene feels truly genuine. In addition to being a perfectly acted and directed movie, the cinematography is, to say the least, absolutely astonishing and beautiful. From start to end, the movie feels like a beautiful painting, with no expense spared on the details.

The most refreshing feature of this particular movie is the way the story is delivered, in a non-predictable fashion freed from the basic "Hollywood-recipe". To say the least, this is by far one of the best European movie released in years, and I am yet to see a movie this original, captivating, refreshing and complex from Hollywood. 10/10 stars, absolutely a must-see for all movie enthusiasts that appreciate something else than recycled, brain-dead black and white portraits of reality that Hollywood keeps producing.

Griping drama about a war photographer who is caught between choosing her family or her work. Which we learn is a lot more complicated than we initially thought. The cast did a believable portrayal of the difficulties that people encounter in life between their passion and family. What I liked especially about this film was that the lead was not portrayed as some war hero and her story was not romanticized. The story and characters all felt realistic and convincing since the characters were different shades of gray. Something that is amiss these days within film making. There is always a need to create a struggle between good and evil. Probably one of the better stories I have seen this year. Erik Poppe you did a great job with this one!

War photographer Rebecca (Juliette Binoche) is one of the best at her job, obtaining the kind of pictures that invariably get published in western magazines as examples of the violence of conflicts in nonwestern areas such as Afghanistan or Kenya. The only snag is that Rebecca is so obsessed with her work that she cannot understand the damage she is doing to her family back in Ireland, especially her daughter Steph (Lauryn Canny).

The conflict between personal and professional values forms the kernel of Erik Poppe's film. Yet thematically speaking the director is far more interested in prompting reflection on the photographer's trade. While Rebecca certainly shows a good deal of bravery in trying to get the best pictures, we also understand that she is something of a voyeur who actively enjoys intruding into her subjects' personal space. Her fondness for the close-up of suffering people is quite disconcerting, especially in a sequence taking place in the back of an SUV in Afghanistan. In political terms, she adopts a neocolonialist position of the westerner taking scopophilic pleasure in the power she exerts through her camera.

Perhaps the film's most telling moment occurs back in Ireland, when Steph turns the camera on Rebecca and photographs her repeatedly. Rebecca cannot endure the experience of the lens pointing at her in such an intense manner and turns her head away, her eyes filling with tears. Would that Rebecca might understand that her subjects could feel much the same; but if she did so, then she would not be good at her job.

Given the integrity with which Poppe examines this issue, it's rather sad that the film as a whole should be somewhat melodramatic. In the end the action descends into something of a tug-of-love battle between mother and family; at one point Rebecca bundles Steph and her younger sister Lisa (Adrianna Cramer Curtis) in a pathetic attempt to abduct them from their family home. Needless to say husband Marcus (Nikolaj Coaster-Waldau) foils the plot and eventually looks after the girls himself.

The film makes a half-hearted attempt to draw a parallel between Rebecca's wanderlust and the rhythms of the tide (her daughter observes that the photographer is like the sea, coming and going), but unfortunately outstays its welcome: the last half-hour unfolds slowly but predictably towards an inevitable denouement. This is a shame, given the seriousness of its basic premise - almost as if director Poppe had lost the courage of his convictions.

In a warm sunny day in Montreal I went to watch the very new arrival film "A Thousand Times Good Night". I had no idea how it would be impressive because I could not find much information through the web.

All the people may encounter a paradoxical situation between their family and their job. This fact is more realizable when you are a war photographer. The first scenes of A Thousand Times Good Night are too devastating. You can feel the horror, anger, and self-sacrifice behavior in those Afghan extremists. It seems that the suicide bomber just jumped to her destiny as she had been told to do and in parallel she was scared to death. These paradoxical situations just began from the very first scene and moves through the film. The photographer, Rebecca, had her own dilemmas between her enthusiast and her family life. I think the symbolic scene which shows Rebecca plunging in reverse was frequently displayed to show how it would be difficult to decide in dilemmas. You may watch it or refuse to watch it but it worth to watch because this is life as it is!

What I was hoping would be a thought-provoking trip into the psychology of the heart of bloody conflict instead becomes a pompous, boring, weighted thing of mediocrity. It's almost as if the director believes that the seriousness of the subject matter is enough to make the film compelling to audiences - which it isn't.

Unfortunately an important theme still requires pacing - which is not best accomplished by long silences and slow-mo ad-nauseum. The cardboard supporting cast display all the range of a TV commercial trying to inspire sympathy, and there's some atrocious child acting.

I know many people will feel compelled to like this because of the subject matter and the strong female lead, but beyond the façade of great cinematography and overly emotional music this is simply not well made.

Self-importance sinks this film.