Cleo from 5 to 7 (1962)
For about half an hour, I wanted to slap the protagonist. Initially a self-absorbed and shallow airhead, the story of Cleo feels something like watching Paris Hilton wait out an AIDS test -- as much as I sympathize with her plight, you can't make me care about a rude, flighty bimbo. How silly of me not to realize that this is by design. Gradually, director Agnes Varda softens and humanizes Cleo by prompting her to leave her insular inner circle and engage with the outside world; the result is that she begins to realize that everyone has problems and the world is not going to stop just for her little crisis. In short, beautifully handled -- the kind of film that slowly wins you over.
Grade: B+
For about half an hour, I wanted to slap the protagonist. Initially a self-absorbed and shallow airhead, the story of Cleo feels something like watching Paris Hilton wait out an AIDS test -- as much as I sympathize with her plight, you can't make me care about a rude, flighty bimbo. How silly of me not to realize that this is by design. Gradually, director Agnes Varda softens and humanizes Cleo by prompting her to leave her insular inner circle and engage with the outside world; the result is that she begins to realize that everyone has problems and the world is not going to stop just for her little crisis. In short, beautifully handled -- the kind of film that slowly wins you over.
Grade: B+
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