Film: Contempt (198/250)
First Time/Rewatch: First Time
This is an incredibly gorgeous-looking film, and a very deliberate one. From the recited opening credits to the presence of the film crew from the very beginning, we are reminded that we are watching a movie. This isn't real life. Or is it? The emotions certainly feel real. Jealousy, flirtation, indifference. The design is meticulous too. The curves of Brigitte Bardot's lovely body contrast with the multitude of right angles in their home. Every frame looks like an art print, perfectly arranged. Beautiful people playing house in their beautiful home, while the blank faces of Greek gods stare down at them. I felt sad watching them, felt their restlessness. In a story about art and relationships, these characters don't seem to see either anymore, with the exception of Fritz Lang (playing himself). Art is life, and what happens when you stop caring?