Lullaby for Pi

.... colors and music!

What a kewl film! There is plenty of excellent jazz and melody throughout this story. The set coloration's are wonderfully moody and create the perfect tone for this semi-dramatic romantic love story.

Rupert Friend and Clémence Poésy give an outstanding performance as Sam & Pi. Set in an old hotel, a jazz bar, and a strange book & vinyl record shop Sam & Pi discover their love and resolve their individual wounds from just living. Pi creates the visual art that Sam creates with his music and song.

This movie has its own personality so do not expect a sweet Hollywood story. Here you will see and hear art.

A bravo from me!

It only seems fair to start my review by stating that I may, quite possibly, be Rupert Friend's biggest fan. So I'm biased. The only work of his that I've seen so far that I didn't like was Hitman: Agent 47 (just not my style, I'm not a gamer, I got bored).

Rupert and Clemence are so charming together. I agree with another reviewer's comment that their relationship developed a little too quickly to seem realistic. But I loved the film so much I let that go. It's a love story; live a little. I usually avoid love stories because they're usually so bad. But this one is so refreshingly different--Sam and Pi expressing similar struggles (loss, grief, etc.) in different mediums (Sam through music and Pi through journaling and photography).

It's one of the more refreshing film experiences I've had in a while. I was glued to the screen. More people should see this.

Basically, this is a movie that for all intents and purposes, doesn't quite exist. I don't remember having heard anything about the movie, but came across it by accident while flipping through the movie listings on TV. And that is a shame! Okay, it hasn't gone completely unnoticed, as the tumblr blog people have an extensive post about it.

Synopsis: young brilliant musician goes into a deep depression with the death of his wife and stops music. Instead he spends his time in the hotel room where he first met her, waiting for her to call. A young woman, who doesn't want him to see her face and who lost several years of her youth to being in a coma, forms a friendship with him through the bathroom door. And, like magic, and with the help of the kindly chess playing hotel desk man, the two eccentric people tentatively and quirkily begin to live. He, again, she for the first time.

And it is the quirkiness that I can see being a thumbs down for some. Why? I've been struggling to articulate my thoughts, but it comes to what may be an odd split in the human population between those who delight in Magical Realism versus those who delight in cartoon violence or the un-magical realism of saccharine sentimental (happy / sad) movies. The emotional life of the characters is brought forward in the storytelling through exaggerated setting and character. So the young woman struggling to find her place in the world hides in the bathroom of the man having lost his place. Each have erected a wall between themselves and the world which, by the magic of life, is embodied in the locked bathroom door.

And thus we see a visual metaphor dance around the theme of finding/losing/rediscovering one's voice. The metaphor is re-enforced with the subplot of the young musician who has to struggle to keep his own musical voice while it is being excoriated by the good-intentioned father.

And, in the best of a magical realism typical of many Canadian writers, such as Barbara Gowdy and Margaret Atwood, the theme is explored in different ways. The young woman begins to find her voice using mute media: she uses film frames clipped from the movies she's paid by a theatre company to project and, with a kind of homage to Timothy Findley's novel Famous Last Words, journal writing on the wall of her loft that she would paint over until the day she met Sam.

This is a fun movie. The directing kept it light, and the performances by the leads are engaging and don't fall into maudlin sentimentality. Forest Whitaker as their unassuming spiritual guide was perfect in the role. The filmography is good and contributes to the story with its own subtle quirkiness. And the music is also excellent. As is noted, Charlie Winston contributes perfectly to the sound track, including Rupert Friend's extemporaneous blues/jazz 'hit' I'm in Love With a Bathroom.

Post Review: This movie participated in a delightful little synchronicity that, for the curious can be found at egajd.blogspot.com

I guess I'm a snob when it comes to Canadian movies - I just assume they will be kinda crappy and low budget and disappointing.

I really enjoyed this movie. It didn't give me any of that 'Canadian' vibe. It was really well written and not like so many movies that are just like everything else you've seen.

The characters are real and you care about them. I was pleasantly pulled into this movie and got lost in the story, unlike many of your more shallow Hollywood fare.

This movie is worth your time.

If you're looking for a creative artistic movie that isn't your standard stupid mainstream junk, then this is for you.

The film begins with a woman gaining access accidentally to the wrong apartment where there's a stock super-wise-man who hands out the keys. The invaded tenant is watching a cult favorite in his underwear. He asks if she's been sent by his friends to cheer him up. That is the first and last part of the move that rings true, that she's offended by the implication that she's a prostitute. But she forgives him quickly since she's in his room and made the error. Too quickly. She starts watching the movie too quickly too and, too quickly, finds it amusing. That's as good as it gets. She moves in too quickly and stays in his bathroom and he accepts that all too quickly because I guess he doesn't need to use it. Everything has to be established too quickly because not one character or relationship has an ounce of reality. Everything about this movie is forced because it's a compendium of cliches and stock sociological issues-du-jour. Point made! On to next point! Oh? It's a metaphor? For what?

The movie moves like quicksand. That would have been a good title: Quicksand. A lot of struggling and it just goes down, down, down.