Metropolitan (or: Bows)
I finally watched Metropolitan, and while I enjoyed the experience, I was left feeling slightly uncertain what to make of it. Made in 1990, the film often feels like it belongs to a much earlier era. This tension between the present and the past is a key theme in the film, which focuses on a group of young, upper class Manhattanites who spend the winter break going to party after party through the decidedly old-fashioned debutante season. Fashionwise it was essentially girl in giant pouffy dress and red lipstick + boy in tuxedo. Repeat. There was one image I really wanted to share though, for the sheer glory of the giant hair bows.
Overall, I found the film surprisingly awkward, though occasionally charming. Which I guess might be the point – these kids, for all their affectations, money and lace, are just kids, with all the awkwardness that entails. Still, I feel like there’s something I’m not getting. People loved this movie. People still love this movie. It was nominated for an academy award, for a script I found somewhat stilted. While I definitely didn’t hate it, I didn’t love it either. In fact, I felt very little emotion whatsoever. Maybe that’s the problem – I like when my movies make me feel something; this film, with its overly intellectual characters and their lofty pontifications, only appealed to my brain, not my heart, so I couldn’t really let it in all the way. Aw, I’m such a sentimentalist. I still liked the bows. And I loved Chris Eigeman as Nick Smith. Thoughts?