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<text id=93TT0619>
<title>
Dec. 06, 1993: The Arts & Media:Cinema
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
Dec. 06, 1993 Castro's Cuba:The End Of The Dream
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
THE ARTS & MEDIA, Page 90
Cinema
Dead Poses For A Blue Beauty
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<body>
<p>Juliette Binoche suffers swankly for a master director
</p>
<p>By Richard Corliss
</p>
<p> Most serious European directors would never admit it--they'd
say it's a form of movie idolatry endemic only to Hollywood--but they love to stargaze. They will put an attractive actress
on-screen for 1 1/2 hours and mostly...just...watch...her. She poses at a window, she listens to the phone ring;
in a moment of high agitation she may drag on a Gauloise. A
vision of dyspeptic distress, she is a modernist pinup for the
monastic voyeur behind the camera. When the woman is lovely,
pouty Juliette Binoche, and the director is Krzysztof Kieslowski,
the picture can become the X ray of anguish: not stargazing
but soul gazing.
</p>
<p> Kieslowski, a Polish filmmaker now working in France, has an
imposing European reputation from his 10-part series The Decalogue
(still unreleased in the U.S.). His Franco-Polish The Double
Life of Veronique earned its star, Irene Jacob, the best-actress
award at last year's Cannes Film Festival. His new Blue won
Binoche the best-actress prize this September in Venice. So
Kieslowski knows two or three things about showcasing beautiful
women. He gives them an identity crisis, locks them alone in
a Paris apartment and puts their chic, bleak spirits handsomely
on display.
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<p> In Blue, Julie (played by Binoche) has every reason for her
swank suffering. Her composer husband and their young daughter
have died in a car crash from which Julie barely escaped. So
she hides away from her friends and herself. "I don't want any
love, memories, belongings," she says. "Those are traps." It
takes her the length of the film to realize that isolation is
the deadliest snare, that the only release is art and passion.
But the true drama can be found in Kieslowski's meticulous images.
Cool and seductive, they are the perfect frame for Binoche's
harried glamour.
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</article>
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