Watching movies with the people in them is always curiously satisfying.
Starting tomorrow it’ll be all Italian films for me, but these first few days I’m catching some of the American movies; last night it was with Amy Adams and Jeremy Renner in Denis Villeneuve’s sci-fi alien movie Arrival.
A total sucker for a good sci-fi movie, I enjoyed the story; Amy Adams plays the world’s foremost authority on linguistics, and the US governments enlists her help in determining if the visitors (who inconveniently don’t speak English) have arrived for good or for evil.
I also enjoyed the artistry and poetic cinematography and editing, reminiscent of a Terrence Malik film in which thoughts and memories blur with reality to produce a sort of weightlessness. This is a different kind of sci-fi, dreamlike rather than nightmarish, hopeful rather than doomsday.
I loved it, but I’m still a bit confused by the narrative, and I’m still trying to decide if that’s problem with the movie or with me. It opens in US theaters in November so you can decide for yourselves.
Adams and Renner were clearly happy with their work, and from where I sat, it looked as if they’d been moved to tears by the extended ovation and cheers in the Sala Grande.