On the weekend, we saw Where’d You Go, Bernadette. I know it’s not been universally embraced by fans of the book, but I loved it. (I read the book to prepare for the movie so I was not particularly invested in the novel being followed to the letter. That being said, it’s a gorgeous book well worth reading since in many ways the film and the novel are quite different.) I love Cate Blanchett in just about anything she does and I love Richard Linklater as a filmmaker. And I love a kooky Royal Tenenbaums-ish aesthetic, so it was a forgone conclusion that I’d love this film.
Plus, swap Seattle for Oakville, and architecture for writing and it’s basically my life, except for the Antarctica part.
Bernadette Fox’s style is impeccable even though it’s criticized by the local moms. What’s wrong with looking like the first lady of France?
The movie has spurred some good dialogue about the perils of abandoning the creative process. My favourite piece was Lulu Garcia-Navarro’s interview with Blanchett and Linklater for NPR: ‘Bernadette’ Is A Cautionary Tale About Putting Creativity Aside After Kids. When Linklater said, “Creativity thwarted is probably the most toxic thing in the world,” I wanted to give him a resounding Amen. Ashlie D Stevens offers another point of view in Salon’s “Where’d You Go, Bernadette?”: Women can be troubled creative geniuses too. And Maya Phillips’s offers yet another in The New Yorker: “Where’d You Go, Bernadette” and the False Dream That Art Will Fulfill You.
If you are looking for a quirky film before the rush of Oscar potentials starts next week, this is a winner.