Written by Madonna and Alek Keshishian.
Directed by Madonna.
You
couldn’t run from those infamous reviews, so I never imagined I would enjoy and
appreciate this film as much as I did. I confess the awareness of the spell so
called Abbie Cornish, but it wasn’t even entirely that. It was pretty much the
whole package. From the Costume Design, to the beautiful soundtrack, to the
impeccable Andrea Riseborough, I have to confess that she, Madonna, had me. She
was able to fool me, to put a fantasy spell on me, to take me away to someplace
else for two hours.
I’m
very passionate about films, I don’t know if I’ve mention this before. I’ll
obviously see it again right away (which I already did by now) to find a stable
state of consciousness. But I don’t need that really. There’s something about
the story telling that leads you to feel there’s something vacant. Wally is a
character where motivations are hard to follow, yes there’s something to do
with family but maybe there isn’t just a reason. There’s the historic side by
which I can’t argue because I ignore it. I think the weakness is really Madonna’s
vision at times, like towards the end, because maybe it is too present. But
when the author’s point of view became a bad thing? Why would it be? This time,
it feels so. But, am I just trying to find excuses? Am I looking for them,
somehow forcing them? Because even the whole story I found myself digging and
appreciating. Even in the way Madonna used these two characters and interacted
with them, in this narrative line cut between Wallis Simpson and Wally from New
York City. I was so emerged with these characters. So for brief moments I don’t
understand it. Is it possible that everyone seemed to have done a wonderful job
except for Madonna’s direction and co-written script?
We
have the great and imaginative work of editing, both image and sound, the
cinematography that creates these two worlds with this light and floating
connection. The crucial and breathtaking soundtrack that in every way brought
the film to this unique melancholy journey of damaged and connected souls, the
outstanding costume design that blows one’s mind over, putting the characters
in this perfectionist pose and own intellect. Oh the clothes, I was in awe with those
clothes and Abbie Cornish in those clothes. There’s the obvious need to stand
out the bravery of Abbie Cornish and the equally brave Andrea Riseborough. The
entire cast was great, maybe except King Bernie and his wife (played by Laurence Fox and Natalie Dormer) because it’s
always hard to follow one Colin Firth and one Helena Bonham Carter. I think
that, again, Abbie took yet another role into a subtle ground of concentration.
She was representing a certain class from American society and not for one
second she derived herself from that state and yet with a beautiful and
believable subtlety.
So
is it possible? At this point, what do I know? Yes, I still feel confusing
because every review I read is, well, negative. But I believe this was a very
thoughtful film. It contains a clear position. It was Madonna’s vision all the
way through. I dare to say she was a perfectionist.
W.E
can’t be no one else’s masterpiece but Madonna’s, but it is her masterpiece.
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