I Am Love: I can't believe that director Luca Guadagnino didn't know what he was doing when he set this weird, vague, lackluster story with its boring underdeveloped characters to a selection of modern composer John Adams' vital, complex, and challenging symphonic pieces. Starring Tilda Swinton as the standard repressed nouveau-riche wife and mother who is liberated by the chef, the film is internally discordant, alienated, inflated, and absurd. As an ironic recycling of Italian film cliches it's quite interesting. If that is indeed what it is.
Winter's Bone: The best thing about this film is its incredibly authentic-looking cast of sinister, redneck, crank-cooking outlaw characters. Their blasted, wizened faces are a true reminder of what this country really looks like outside of the cities. Unfortunately the reality principle doesn't extend to the heroine, who is too beautiful by far for this dismal scene. She's idealized in every other way as well - it's as if the dysfunctional conditions which have disfigured everybody else have just bypassed her completely. Script and plot are fairly standard Hollywood too.
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