Rumba

This is not the end-to-end dance movie I expected, but a rather dark comedy about a French couple whose passion is Latin dancing. There are some dance scenes in it, and they're very enjoyable, but there are long stretches with no dancing at all. Yet in another sense the entire movie seems like an extended dance.

It's in French with subtitles. But not too doggone many subtitles, because long stretches of the movie are told visually, without any dialogue at all. This is one of the movie's charms. Parts of the movie are very charming indeed; other stretches become a bit tiresome; much of it has a cartoonish aspect, even though it's all live-action rather than animation; and all of it is quirky as hell and mostly unpredictable.

All in all: I'm at a loss as to how to rate this peculiar film. I guess six or seven stars, something like that.

Dominique Abel, Fiona Gordon, Bruno Romy create this heartfelt little film called 'Rumba'. Abel and Gordon also play the key characters while Romy plays a petty thief. Made on a modest budget, 'Rumba' has a neat look. It almost feels as though one is watching a happy play at a theatre. Most of the scenes were done in single frame and the colourful sets and dance are immensely appealing. I found the shadow dance particularly beautiful.

This is almost a silent movie (with a few dialogue). Yet, the actors don't struggle at all in communicating through it. Abel and Gordon are brilliant. Their unique sense of humour is different from what one has witnessed in the usual comedy. It's mostly physical (slapstick) and satirical to an extent. Their character's passion for rumba and life and their love for one another is a delight to watch.

'Rumba' is an uplifting film and it is perhaps almost unlike anything one has seen of this genre. I found it by surprise and am glad that I did.

I usually like European movies but this one felt like an insult from start to finish.

There are a couple of dancing scenes, but the male lead is painful to watch in them. The plot doesn't give any help: a ten-year-old could write something better. The actors behave like wooden puppets or robots, unable to show any emotion, and behaving so oddly that it is impossible to think of them as human beings with whom one could identify or empathize. Even bad Hollywood movies have more insight into the human condition than "Rumba" does.

If you want a heart-warming dancing movie, the Japanese version of "Shall We Dance?" is infinitely better.

This is a very simple, heart-warming film. It's in Tati's vein of flat onedimensionality, which has roots in vaudeville and silent comedy. How this works is that we are placed at a larger viewing distance than usual. We know hardly anything about the protagonists, they are in love and love to dance basically. There is sparse dialogue, we won't know them by what they explain. There's rear projection in the driving scenes, a throwback to the artifice of old films, establishing a stage, a cartoonish-reduction, normally I find this off-putting.

But thankfully it is to very powerful effect. Overall the idea is to abstract to a canvas as blank as possible, sparse, a stage with just the people, so that instead of arguing with specific drama, we can register with unusual clarity simply the flow of feelings. It's emptying out.

Externally, that is their dance together. They're marvellous together, she a gangly Olive Oyl, he a gangly Mr. Hulot. It's not polished talent (deliberately so) like you might see in a normal dance film, but spontaneous joy, purely the desire to express feelings, shucks about form. It's a flawed dance, much better this way.

It's the internal flow that really elevates this though. It's as rich on the inside as it is plain on the outside. As silly or slight as some of the visual gags are, as visually unoriginal the flatness of stage, the lack of depth in the characters, so deep is the human connection between them. I was beaming with joy in the end.

Life can be trivial but happy, the film says. There is loss ahead, inserted as just the urge for death in the suicidal man. The loss as loss of memory as the burning down of the house, the man simply can't remember that he ever loved the love of his life. It's sweet and touching.

It's nearly transcendent by the end, a series of visual meditations on losing and finding again. The appeal? The larger viewing distance is not so that we can observe with distant cleverness, as in most Wes Anderson. Neither is it to 'ignore' the drama. It's so we can have enough empty space to unfold whole flows, without having the mind 'stop' at each turn. (someone like Bergman 'stops' the mind when he has you dwell in this or that psychological state)

So in this way, the film shows very clearly what causes suffering. It is what the film leaves out, that is dwelling with attachment on the particulars of misfortune. On the flipside of that is love as the dancing flow that liberates and redeems. This is simple, deep, a film to cherish.

WEnt to see this yesterday as part of the programme of our local Film Society. Absolutely hated it! It started out okish, if not great and then got progressively worse!!! I did, however, like the two dancing scenes (apparently, there was a third one towards the end but I didn't see that as we walked out after about an hour - something I never do!!! With this one, though, it almost pained me physically, if you know what I mean!! What little dialogue there was was terrible, and that sort of stupid slapstick comedy type humour I thought was more suited to kindergarten kids (if that!!). Also, everything was dragged and drawn out wayyyy to long!! Some of the stuff that was supposed to be funny was just repeated ad nauseam - I mean, even the village idiot would have gotten it after 3 or 4 repetitions!! I am sorry, I am normally pretty open-minded and I do love unusual movies, but this one was just plain awful and had absolutely NOTHING going for it - complete waste of time!!!