Blue

viewed 6.11.00 on VHS     Full Details 

White

viewed 6.10.00 on VHS    Full Details

Red

viewed 6.9.00 on VHS    Full Details

Krystof Kieslowski's final statement on the state of humankind in the 90s is bracketed by disaster, but between the two cataclysmic bookends is a transformation of the mood of Kieslowski's post-Communist Europeans from nihilism and isolation to hope and brotherhood.  The extent to which this vision rings true depends on the extent to which one accepts Kieslowski's many stylistic indulgences, from the endless coincidences to the dominant color schemes following each film's respective title color.  A lot of it seems too slick and contrived to be in tune to the truly "human", but I tend to believe that the effort is earnest in principle.

I had mistaken White to be the first of the trilogy -- but it actually works quite well as the lead.  Watching the beautiful but ponderous Blue first probably would have discouraged me from continuing.  White is certainly the lightest of the three, following a jilted Polish immigrant out of Paris and back to his homeland, where he schemes to exact his revenge on his ex-wife through the greatest revenge of all: success.   The plot moves quickly through an engaging series of dealings and stealings as the protagonist, Karol Karol ("Karol" is the Polish for "Charlie", evoking a similar comic/pathetic hero) works his way up from penniless barber to factory owner in a matter of months.  Makes you want to stand up and cheer for the new capitalism that broke through the Iron Curtain a little more than a decade ago.  The motivation for Karol's upward mobility brings the story into the bizarre realm of allegory: his French wife dumped him because he couldn't consummate his marriage.  Could it be that for Karol, money-making is his Viagra, his way of capturing the capitalist male wet dream of Julie Delpy, an impossibly beautiful advertisement image of a wife?  The climax and final image complicate this conundrum, leaving Easterner and Westerner, consumer and consumed, at a stalemate.

Blue to me feels like the most obviously pretentious of the three, with its heavy doses of melancholy punctuated by orchestral outbursts signaling the arrival of every revelation in the plot.   What gives the movie its soul is Juliette Binoche's go-for-broke performance as a wife and mother who has lost husband and family in a car crash, and is suddenly faced with a life of no duties, and seemingly no hope.  The process in which she rebuilds her life and develops herself into a free entity, while integrating herself as a member of society, is fabulous to watch if only for Binoche's sensitivity at every turn in her character's voyage.  Along the way, her composer husband's incomplete final work, which was to be performed at a ceremony celebrating the European Union, figures in the plot.  I found both this and the actual music to be more gimmicky than genuinely meaningful -- the symphony sounds like the generic crap played at sporting events.

Red, the warmest of the three, is where most of Kieslowski's ideas come to fruition.  Most successfully demonstrated is the tapestry of modern society and the pendulum swings of people's continuing encounters and separations from each other.  Irene Jacob is a do-gooder model who by way of an injured dog becomes involved with a lonely, bitter retired judge who eavesdrops on the daily dramas of his neighbors.  The transformations they instill in each other take place almost unnoticeably through the course of the film and is worth tracking through multiple viewings.  Red concludes with a surprising coincidence that may amount to nothing significant.

Absorbing and oddly hip, as if it were a European intellectual’s extended version of Pulp Fiction, the Trois Coleurs trilogy tries to express the 90s state of post-modern Europe with a definitively 90s aesthetic of commercial slickness selling narrative contrivances as New Age spiritual fast food for an audience apparently starving from alienation.  For the most part, it hits the spot; but we shall see how quickly appetites shall change.  

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