![]() ![]() Colin laments that he has not found love and in the very next scene he has fallen for the beautiful Chloé, played by Audrey Tautou in casting choice that threatens to push the film into self-parody. The explosion of visual invention clutters up the film to the degree that the actual plot only has room enough to move in the simplest of strokes. Even the piano is revealed to be a clever gizmo that dispenses cocktails to match the mood of the tune played on it. Colin’s breakfast is a ballet of squirming stop-motion treats, and the doorbell scurries around the wall like an excited pet when there is a visitor. There doesn’t seem to be a single inanimate object in the place. Indigo’s hero, Colin (Romain Duris) lives in an apartment that brings to mind a French Pee-wee’s Playhouse by way of the Peter Gabriel’s "Sledgehammer" video (Ask your parents, kids). Every frame is packed to bursting with Gondry’s signature handcrafted effects. This film is such a perfect culmination of Gondry’s work up to this point, it’s a surprise to learn it didn’t originate in his brain but is based on a novel much loved in France. To come branded with the moniker “quirky” is to risk immediate snide dismissal by those who would sooner face a firing squad than offer a stamp of approval to anything with hipster appeal, and Mood Indigo may well be the quirkiest thing that has ever happened. ![]() It’s because his latest film is such an easy target. My reflex reaction is to be protective of Michel Gondry’s Mood Indigo, and not simply because the director exists in a permanent state of grace for giving the world Eternal Sunshine. I'll be joining Nathaniel on the weekly new film review duties so you'll get two each weekend instead of just one. ![]()
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