Francois Ozon certaintly isn't going for a tasteful balance in his British/French thriller, Swimming Pool. We don't go a few minutes without seeing the ravishingly developed Ludivine Sagnier dripping wet in a bathing suit or somewhat more naked. Regarding this aspect of his film, Ozon has suceeded admirably. Swimming Pool, at least from a straight male point of view, might be one of the most erotic films ever made. Unfortunately, as a drama, thriller, and mystery, Swimming Pool is annoyingly uneven. Like the book that Charlotte Rampling is supposed to be writing, we're moving from one genre to the other, and then one filmmaking style to another. The transition, as it is, is not smooth. The finale of the film feels critically underdeveloped; the beginning of the film feels critically overdeveloped. And the "twist" at the end is positively baffling.
The script has disappointingly badly written dialouge. It may have something to do with the fact Ozon is a Frenchman trying to write in English - the French dialouge of the film isn't so bad.
Sagnier's acting doesn't quite rise above her sex symbol status in this film, but she's not really terrible either. She just gets kind of pw8ned by Charlotte Rampling, who does the best she can with somewhat flimsy material and actually suceeds in pulling off a fine performance admirably.
Rating: 2½ stars
The script has disappointingly badly written dialouge. It may have something to do with the fact Ozon is a Frenchman trying to write in English - the French dialouge of the film isn't so bad.
Sagnier's acting doesn't quite rise above her sex symbol status in this film, but she's not really terrible either. She just gets kind of pw8ned by Charlotte Rampling, who does the best she can with somewhat flimsy material and actually suceeds in pulling off a fine performance admirably.
Rating: 2½ stars
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