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The Big Fish, by Tim Burton
I have been trying to catch some on the movies and saw Tim Burton's The Big Fish recently.
I must say that I prefer realistic films that seem to be "about you", may be some narcisism involved, who knows. But I also like the Fellinesque, the awkward that unveils the idyosincrasies of life through beautiful imagery. The Big Fish is just that and it reminded me of some Fellini films like E La Nave Va.
This Fish is not as sombre as previous films, there is a sense of optimism and a dreamlike quality that I really enjoyed. The images are magnific, such as the one above, and the stories that Ed Bloom insists on telling are great. I've read that there are two kinds of people: the ones that would be up to their necks with Ed (such as his son) and those who would hear his fantasies over and over again (like his wife). I see myself belonging to the second group and, unlike Ebert, I totally enjoy the strangeness and the unique just for its own sake, a bit like poetry for the heck of it. If a story is openly unreal, why should it be credible?
Another world to revisit every now and then, a string of beautiful scenes, you feel like you just woke up from some happy dream when the credits start crawling up the TV screen.