Director:
Peter WebberGuión:
Olivia HetreedCámara:
Eduardo SerraMúsica:
Alexandre DesplatReparto:
Scarlett Johansson, Colin Firth, Tom Wilkinson, Judy Parfitt, Cillian Murphy, Essie Davis, Joanna Scanlan, Alakina Mann, Rollo Weeks, Anna Popplewell (más)Sinopsis(1)
Delft, Holanda, 1665. La joven Griet entra a servir en casa de Johannes Vermeer que, consciente de la intuición de la joven para la luz y el color, irá introduciéndola poco a poco en el misterioso mundo de su pintura. Por otro lado, Maria Thins, la suegra de Vermeer, al ver que Griet se ha convertido en la musa del pintor, decide no inmiscuirse en su relación con la esperanza de que su yerno pinte más cuadros. Griet se va enamorando cada vez más de Vermeer, aunque no está segura de cuáles son los sentimientos de vermeer hacia ella. Finalmente, el maquiavélico Van Ruijven, consciente del grado de intimidad de la pareja, se las ingenia para que Vermeer reciba el encargo de pintar a Griet sola. El resultado será una magnífica obra de arte, pero, ¿qué precio deberá pagar Griet? (Vértigo Films Esp.)
(más)Reseñas (5)
An all-encompassing magnificent visual experience. It captivated me, sat me down, and slackened my jaw. I'm probably going to watch all the biopics about classic painters. :) Or I'll stay grounded, thank the ever-improving Colin Firth, move on to another overrated Scarlett Johansson performance, and enjoy one of the many child roles of the now-discovered Anna Popplewell. That's how I like it. Later, I’ll grab a Tracy Chevalier novel, which is written in the first person and is therefore a deeply visceral experience.
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An illustration of the novel. What is usually a disadvantage is a great advantage here, thanks to the camerawork which has nothing to do with the works of the Old Masters. With regard to the novel, it is a shame they left out the description of the routine and customs of the everyday life of a burgher’s family, religious differences, as well as ignoring the storyline with Griet’s brother and parents. On the other hand, it was extremely pleasing that they suppressed the “feeling of arty soft porn" and ignoring the “several years later" epilog.
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Colin Firth excels in vain and Scarlett Johansson is unnecessarily made less attractive. As a result, the viewer is deceived by overrated deception with beautiful but meaningless images and a progression leading nowhere. The third star is for the emotions that the main duo was able to evoke all on their own, even in such a minimal screenwriting space.
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Maybe some people see the art, the beauty, the pretty story, but I just don't. For me it was a bore, where nothing of substance happened, where nothing caught my attention, made me watch the screen. Someone who loves the painter, someone who loves art will probably love this film, but I'm a total barbarian in this field and I don't mind staying that way. For me, an unnecessary film that I will quickly and soon forget.
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A decent and gentle film that for the most part feels empty, and that is the main stumbling block. The form, on the other hand, is absolutely stunning, with excellent contrasting lighting, brilliant and beautifully colored cinematography (unusually detailed), costumes, production design, and even the simple musical motif appealed to me quite a bit.
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