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The Science of Sleep


the latest from Michael Gondry (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind) and starring the very good Gael Garcia Bernal (The Motorcycle Diaries) is reviewed this week by Anthony Lane in The New Yorker

The film arrives here on September 29th at Market Street Cinema.

Some of the adults, like Buster Keaton, did their most graceful work in the least solemn of genres (no one has improved on the dreamscape of his “Sherlock, Jr.”), whereas the kids, as if playing at being grownups, have always tried to flavor their immaturity with something perverse—George Lucas with his grandiosity, Terry Gilliam and Tim Burton with their thirst for the grotesque, and now Michel Gondry with his sweet naïveté. In this case, he is abetted by Gael García Bernal, a good sport who couldn’t be unappealing if he tried. To watch him sprout a pair of giant foam-rubber hands may well be the last word in postmodernism, but from where I was sitting it looked more like an outtake from an old Monkees show. “The Science of Sleep” is a frantic and funny diversion, but it pales and tires before its time is up. It doesn’t know the meaning of enough.

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