New York … November (2010)

New York … November
Director: Gerhard Fillei, Joachim Krenn
Writer: Gerhard Fillei, Joachim Krenn
Cast: Matthew Mark Meyer, Claudia Vick, Sal Giorno

Bruce (Matthew Mark Meyer) tries to rob a bank, which ends disastrously. Shot, he makes his way to New York where he goes into hiding. But he receives the diary of a strange woman from his ex-girlfriend Maria (Jimena Hoyos). He doesn’t know how she found him or why she sent him the diary in the first place but he gets caught up completely in the woman’s description of an orchard in Colombia that seems strangely familiar.

New York … November is an Austrian movie project that took 12 years to finish. While I admire the tenacity I also kind of wished that they never had finished after all – since the movie is a pretentious, boring piece of film that makes you feel like you lost 12 years of your life just watching it.

The movie manages to make no sense at all and yet remain completely predictable. I kid you not – I fell asleep for a bit during the middle and despite that I called the “big reveal” basically from the plot description. I guess that’s some kind of achievement.

Plus, it treats its women like so much decoration – and nothing more. They are all there to tell us something about Bruce and/or facilitate the plot. And look pretty.  Especially when it comes to Dana (Claudia Vick) that is particularly obvious. Why she would help Bruce the way she does remains a mystery to everyone apart, maybe, the writers of this film.

That is especially annoying since the movie is a whole lot about violence against women. And for a movie about that topic, it is even more astonishing that it completely refuses to treat its women as complete characters or view things from their perspective.

At least, apart from the moments where the cam got really shaky (and one extremely botched CGI explosion), the movie was very pretty to look at. And I really liked the design of the diary – it was very cool. They just put it into a print book instead of a notebook and that worked surprisingly well. I just love scrapbooks.

Summarising: in the end it was drivel, pretending to be art but too boring to achieve much of anything.

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