Tuesday, July 8, 2008
I have a saying about Jane Campion. There's no great film that Jane Campion can nearly make that her brain can't overthink its way out of. The one greatest exception, of course, is the magnificent The Piano. I watched it again last night. Holly Hunter is every bit as great as you remember, and Campion's heady feminism supports the forward momentum of the story rather than gets in its way (see: the ending of Holy Smoke!). Not only is it a film that gets better with age. It's a film that gets better as you age. That's one of the highest compliments that I can give.