Somewhat confusing
- Swimming Pool review by CP Customer
You think you know what's going on, but at the end...?? It may be wise to watch twice to be sure what is reality and fiction in this film. If you listen carefully you might be able to disentangle who's who. Good performances by the two actress.
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The Pool's the Calmest Thing in It
- Swimming Pool review by griggs
Watched this expecting something hotter and moodier — sun, sweat, a bit of erotic threat simmering under the surface — and got something stranger instead.
For the first hour, Charlotte Rampling does almost nothing and it's mesmerising anyway. She plays a buttoned-up crime novelist packed off to her publisher's French house to finish a book. Every flicker of irritation at the girl he introduces as his daughter reads like a tiny performance in itself. Ludivine Sagnier turns up as pure chaos — eating, sunbathing, dragging men home at odd hours. The film gets real mileage out of two women invading each other's space, with the pool sitting there like a sun-bleached, silent referee.
Charles Dance bookends the film as the publisher, and his second appearance lands moments before the twist. He tells Rampling her writing needs more incident and less abstraction, right as she's about to deliver exactly that, signposted from a mile off — almost too neat, like François Ozon heckling his own film in advance.
The last forty minutes are the problem. Somewhere past the hour mark, the plot remembers it needs one, and the sharp character study gives way to third-rate Agatha Christie, narrated by Jessica Fletcher, waiting on a trench-coated, cigar-smoking Columbo who never shows. None of it feels original.
The pool's the calmest thing in it. Everything else gets murkier as it goes.
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Disappointing
- Swimming Pool review by JC
This film started off ok, Charlotte Rampling giving a great performance as usual. However, about half way through it started to lose the plot, so to speak, and the ending was a bit lame and very unbelievable..
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The Plunge of Life
- Swimming Pool review by CH
How does one depict writing on the screen. At several points in Francois Ozon's Swimming Pool (2003) a crime novelist (Charlotte Rampling) reaches for her laptop to add to the word count of the latest case for her Inspector. This can hardly be something to engross the viewer; in fact, it provides a space in which to ponder everything that we have seen happen around her.
On the face of it, this is not much. Weary of her series, she has been persuaded by her publisher (Charles Dance) to retreat to his poolside villa in the Luberon and let inspiration flow. As is the way of sunny idylls, there is an incursion.
Crashing through the door one day is Ludivine Sangier, the wild and beautiful daughter of Dance by a dead lover, neither of whom was known to Charlotte Rampling (something which upsets her notion that in life one should have a novelist's omniscience). Ludivine lives for drink and men; there seems to be as many of the later as there are bottles; flesh and glass alike are thrown out when used up.
All this disturbs a writer's peace – and provides a variant upon the Inspector's increasingly routine investigations.
Beautifully made, in and out of the water, the film does not shy from lingering, and takes on a dreamlike quality. As the minutes go by, one wonders what is really happening to all these people. Are they a part of life itself or the imagination? And, for all of us, do these overlap?
See it on one's own with pleasure; and with others, it brings debate that could see off another bottle or more. And express surprise that Charlotte Rampling writes directly upon the screen.
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