Tetro (2009)

Calificación de los usuarios:

8.1/10   

Director:

Francis Ford Coppola

Guionista:

Francis Ford Coppola (written by)

Fecha de Lanzamiento:

26 junio 2009 (Spain)

Género:

Drama

Frase comercial:

Every Family Has a Secret

Plot:

Bennie travels to Buenos Aires to find his long-missing older brother, a once-promising writer who is now a remnant of his former self. Bennie's discovery of his brother's near-finished play might hold the answer to understanding their shared past and renewing their bond.

Plot Keywords:

Brother | Success | Play | Father | Writer

Comentarios de los usuarios:

cinema that throbs and kicks and is passionate - one of Coppola's triumphs

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Reparto

Vincent Gallo	...	Tetro
Maribel Verdú	...	Miranda
Alden Ehrenreich	...	Bennie
Klaus Maria Brandauer	...	Carlo
Carmen Maura	...	Alone
Rodrigo De la Serna	...	Jose
Leticia Brédice	...	Josefina
Mike Amigorena	...	Abelardo
Sofía Castiglione	...	Maria Luisa
Francesca De Sapio	...	Amalia
listado alfabético del resto del reparto:
Adriana Mastrángelo	...	Angela
Silvia Pérez	...	Silvana
Erica Rivas	...	Ana

Duración:

127 min

País:

USA | Italy | Spain | Argentina

Idioma:

Inglés | Español

Color:

Negro y Blanco | Color

Relación de Aspecto:

1.85 : 1

Sonido:

Dolby

Locaciones de Filmación:

Argentina

Compañía:

American Zoetrope

Trivialidades:

According to Mihai Malaimare Jr., the flashback scenes were filmed in colour, but treated to give a slightly faded texture: "Usually, when we think about the past, we think about photos and home movies, so it's nice to preserve that feeling even if there wasn't someone shooting there..."

Citas:

[from trailer]
Bennie: [referring to Tetro's play] So what was it about?
Tetro: Rivalry.
Bennie: You're writing the story of our father...

Conexiones de Película:

References The Tales of Hoffmann (1951)

cinema that throbs and kicks and is passionate - one of Coppola's triumphs

Tetro may be the "best" film Francis Ford Coppola has made in twenty-five years. Whether this speaks more to the quality of his present state of direction as an artist or on the relative hits and misses of his career in the dregs of Hollywood (be it aiming high and just missing the mark with Godfather 3 and Dracula to stuff that went over people's heads like Youth Without Youth to even crap like Jack) is a combination. He's someone who attained financial success at a time, but then lost nearly all of it and along with it, arguably, some of his artistic merit. But after years of laying low and making wine, and making a whacked-out experiment that people either dug as an abstract piece or hated to hell ('Youth'), he comes out with Tetro like a porn star with a five-foot erection. He's got something to prove, if not to his audience then himself, and he proves it with a story that is personal and a film-making technique that recalls other masters but never too directly.

Tetro is about family, a subject Coppola is, of course, well-versed in being it the notorious kind (of course, the Godfather) and the more low-level and oddly intimate (Rumble Fish). It's a story, as with Rumble Fish, told in crisp black and white widescreen with flashes of color for flashbacks which may or may not be real, and as homage to operas like The Tales of Hoffmann. The title character, wonderfully and intensely portrayed by Vincent Gallo, is in a creative exile in Buenos Aires, a once promising writer living with his doctor-wife (Maribel Verdu, great as always) who is paid a visit one day by a young man, his brother Bennie (baby-faced newcomer Alden Ehrenreich) who hasn't seen him in years. There's secrets withheld by Tetro, not least of which about their parents, and soon an unfinished, longhand written play by Tetro (real name Angelo) is discovered by Bennie in a suitcase. He'll finish his brother's play, but at what cost?

The damaged, almost bi-polar writer, the insistent and impressionable brother, the strong but uncertain woman, these characters are fully realized by Coppola, and then on top of this comes a sort of terrific puzzle that is constructed through Tetro's unfinished play: what about their father, a famous composer (Klaus Maria Brandeur) who split them apart, possibly, or possibly not? What about their mother, who died in a car accident? What about the bond between Tetro and his former mentor, "Alone", the dubbed "most important critic in South America" who has created a pretentious empire around herself? Questions arise, and Coppola rises to the challenge of giving the audience answers but not spoon-fed. It's first and foremost a story of family, of brothers who love but have to find ways to contend with their damaged selves(inspiration being Rocco and His Brothers mayhap), and it's here that it's just about classic, on par with Rumble Fish if not even deeper and wiser about the effect of parents, or lack thereof, in lives spent and possibly wasted.

The writing is immensely interesting, always, even when Coppola may fall into over-indulging in his fantastic self-indulgence as an artist, such as with the operatic flourishes towards the end (this may not make sense, but compared to the WAY over indulgence of the hard-to-defend Y.W.Y it will). If anything the little imperfections, those brush strokes that go so high with the colors and shadows and impressionistic lighting that he and DP Mihai Malaimaire Jr engage in (one who hopefully will be getting more work following such spectacular work on a mix of 35mm and HD) along with Walter Murch's dependable editing, make it an even stronger work. It should feel a little messy here and there, because its subject matter is about finding a sense of purpose, in each other and in one's art. One feels Coppola working through a history of close but torn family ties, of losing loved ones (i.e. his own son), and at the same time a love of them all and of cinema peeking through in nearly every scene, even the ones where it doesn't look like much is going on.

Tetro is the antidote, basically, for this month's Transformers sequel. If you need to find the polar opposite of a picture based practically on just making money and reeling in the crowds with its dumb giant robot battles and preposterous and shallow theatrics, look no further than a picture which cares about its characters, its multi-faceted story and themes, and about projecting a technique that hearkens back to cinema of the 50s and 60s while sticking to an originality by its filmmaker. This will likely stay with me for a while, which is what Coppola's most profound works have done.