The magic of the movie theater rarely comes alive as it does in the dark with the Woman in Gold. Hollywood has mastered time travel in our lifetime but never has it culminated as it does in the end of this fine work. If you seek a moment in the movies where you seek your stream, no flood, of consciousness to travel seamlessly from then and now, then you will find no better outlet than the final moments of this movie. Years upon years of the same are almost perfectly interrupted with a movie that even without the perfect ending could have made many lists of favorites for 2015. But someone used all the tools available with perhaps the only actress who could have performed for that script to produce moments that will likely never be surpassed. Writers and directors will need to find another genre, another emotion and other settings to achieve what Curtis, Campbell and Mirren achieved.
There are in fact other actors in this movie. But much like a repetitive pattern of rose decorated wall paper, none distinguishes themselves from the two richest in red, Reynolds and Mirren. The rose that is a rose. The Queen must be proud of Dame Mirren. While the script itself would lift this effort to remark, the final push to the top of the heap fell gratefully to the small sturdy shoulders of Helen. Set in a small California shop in the 1990’s, the viewer travels effortlessly and perfectly across the Atlantic and back, back 50 years, and through the years from of litigation as if somehow the goals of science fiction time were simply waiting on the art of drama to show it how to do it. The story is centered on the efforts of an immigrant Jewish refugee seeking to claim a magnificent art piece unjustly confiscated by the Nazis in World War II. Without the efforts of Reynolds as Randol Schoenberg and Mirren as Maria Altmann, the story is nothing more than an hour on the History Channel. But again, a diminutive Brit playing an Austrian and a tall Canuck playing an American create a work for the ages.
Another stunning achievement of the movie is to remind of the movie-goer that Vienna itself was truly a cultural center in the league with Paris prior to the great dissemination of the Nazi thieves. Moreover, most of eastern Europe is a drab unending place somehow brought to life by Simon Curtis (director) as a memorable hybrid of modern day Washington DC and Impressionist Paris. Kudos.
Other than the stress of Reynolds in Los Angeles traffic, there is no edge to this one, unless one is truly migrating to the precipice of fond nostalgia. Then, and only then, the movie explodes in your heart.
Regarding Tripod’s Review
sorry if I got carried away but the last two scenes were the best experiences in a while in a theatre. thanks for the venue
Regarding Tripod’s Review
Tripod bestows a Perfect.