PARTHENOPE

Parthenope

I’m 49 for less than a week. I look at young women in a very different way. Of course, when I was young, they are not y9oung women, they were just fit, and corn and hello would you like to see my space marines and anger and frustration and thankfully the internet didn’t exist for any Andrew Tate moments. Now it’s more about getting a laugh, or some joy and age is not really the judgment factor of that. But this film is totally about the allure of a young woman to a number of men in a number of eras but more a pretty force with apparently a real sense of intellect / but all we get are witty quips and introspection on pouty lips.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s over two hours in the company of a gorgeous woman. And that’s easy. It’s a stella Artois of a film. I know nothing of Italy or politics from Thai era but its lifestyles of the Richa den famous.

Sadly, though it gets tougher…. while it’s all a nice abstraction to talk about love and suicide and miracles …there are some deep and dark moments that are nothing but nonsensical. The weird interfacing ritual of a family that had to have their money conjoined in watching two offspring consummate. The astrology and what is seeing all gets a bit Roland Barthe

The moments such as Gary Oldman turning up and being a fantastic Geoffrey Bernard.

Frankly showing the sort of attitude, I have to the whole thing.

It’s a soft film and a certain grace to it. The timing of watching a potential conclave crossover given the recent events are surprising. But it’s not a film I would say to seek out.

Its alike warm bath for late middle aged men. Not 49 maybe 69 to think about the way they could be. But ultimately, she doesn’t really learn anything but some pithy comments about love.

One for a lazy wet Sunday with the ironing on. But not half as smart as it thinks it is. ##