
Ah to be young, doomed and bourgeois. You either love or hate
Whit Stillman's U.H.B.s' (Urban Haute Bourgeoisies) endless dialogues in his three comedies of manners,
Metropolitan,
Barcelona and
The Last Days of Disco. I always think of them as a trilogy (though they aren't in a strict sense) as his protagonists are always talking about the same things, essentially (relationships, morality, class, love, aimlessness), sprinking in references to Jane Austen,
Luis Bunuel, Samuel Johnson and the like. They're at heart, movies about growing up, with clever dialogue and gentle irony. I love Stillman's wry sensibility and have been waiting, like his other ardent fans, for his next project; in January,
we heard he was preparing to direct his first film in seven years. He finally tells us, in his own meandering way, what he's been up to in
The Guardian. He appears to be working on a script about Jamaican music, but basically, he's looking for a good day job.
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5-16-2006 @ 1:32PM
Cath said...
Rats! I so had my hopes up for something out soon. While I normally don't care for films about the trials and tribulations of the rich and listless, his films were so wry, thoughtful and self-mocking as to transcend my usual quibbles. But some artists need time to gestate and sculpt their work (I live with such a one), and this does not mean they have quit or dropped out, even if they had to find a day job in the meantime. Inspiration is a fickle thing and rarely follows the corporate fiscal year. I look forward to whatever and whenever the next Whit Stillman film will be.
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