Saturday, July 17, 2010
Two English Girls. B
One of the things I love about Francois Truffaut is that his movies always seem to get better and better as they go along. And yet that's not the case with Two English Girls, a movie that weakens considerably in the last half hour. There was a part in the film that I thought would be a perfect place to end it (I actually was sure it was over, and thought to myself how great the movie was) When the red headed sister goes on that train I thought the movie felt nearly complete on its emotional level. Truffaut could have ended it after that with some sort of brilliant scene-sort of like the way he ends up closing the picture a good thirty minutes later. But instead he makes it drag with one scene after another, none of which seemed to be helping the story out at all. But the good news is that before Truffaut looses track of his movie, he tells a great love story of a man and his relationship with two sisters. It's a strange movie because the sisters aren't clashing with one another the way brothers always do in classic Westerns. Truffaut does a terrific job of showing how easy it is to succumb to a person you're attracted to. When one sister visits the man to merely defend her sister, she then suddenly realizes she's still in love with him. The movie goes back and forth like that quite a bit, but it's all quite innocent. Then in the final half hour, Truffaut does bring some eroticism into the story with the red headed sister named Muriel. This development is pretty surprising, as Muriel seems almost like a saint for most of the story. And yet, as this sharp turn in the plot arrives, I found the movie lost much of its charm. I'm sure if I revisit that final half hour-or the movie as a whole-there would be a good chance I would have a different opinion. But when you see a great place to end a movie, and then it goes on and the rest doesn't do much, you can't help but feel a little disappointed.