Color (or the lack of it!)
I just saw the end of this film, after a very long wait.
I went to see this movie, with my Mom, when it first came out in 1978. We were prepared to give Woody a chance at a serious film, I like Bergman and was happy with the idea of an homage. I was young at the time, but was not very caught up in pop culture. We are kind and open-minded women, interested in the arts. We are never rude in a movie theater.
However, we never made it to the end. The constant use of beige, tan, brown, ecru, egshell, off-white, taupe, etc. built up to such a point (with the obvious contrast of Pearl's colorful garb) that it started to give us the giggles.
We tried to control it. But, when a character went out to a car to snort cocaine, and even the *car* was tan with a tan interior, we lost it, and had to leave the theater to keep from disturbing other patrons!
I know, I know -- the use of color was a big part of the movie, it was symbolic of their personalities, their ability to agonize over infinitesimal details, to spend huge amounts on objects so tasteful they were dull, the mother's rigid approach to her profession, etc.
But it was just too much - for us, anyway.
I have the same problem with The Natural. There's something about being hit over the head with visual themes using color that just makes me want to yell "OK, OK, I GET it!" at the screen.
So, I finally saw the rest of the film, just now. And, besides not slathering on so many earth tones, I think Woody made another mistake -- for anyone who had seen and loved Love and Death, it was hard to watch that last shot without thinking . . .
"Wheat . . . "