The age of Innocence is a bit older than expected. In Paul Cox's new celluloid rhapsody, it's pushing 60. Shot in stark black-and-white, this Australian film depicts the reunion of young lovers Claire (Julia Blake) and Andreas (Charles OBud' Tingwell), now adults old enough for social security benefits.
In a High Fidelity moment, the recently widowed Andreas tracks down his old flame in hopes of ending a bleak span of loneliness. Claire lets Andreas ring her (telephone) bell, but also cautions her first love that she's still married to her longtime partner, David (Robert Menzies). High drama ensues, and we find out that Claire still needs Andreas.
This is a beautiful movie. The story line is simple and elegant. The plot supports complex characters and riveting, real dialogue. Most importantly, the three principle characters are luminous in their roles. Blake isn't afraid to make her heroine unlikable; by subtly showing the audience Claire's faults, she crafts a breathing woman whom we grow to love precisely because of her missteps. Tingwell adds a nice touch of despair to his lovesick geezer--we're never sure if he really loves Claire or if he really hates being alone. And Menzies is great, refusing to corner himself into the role of a burned out, bitter husband.
Maybe this movie's not that innocent, but it's incredibly well done. It is a splendid thing to be reminded that love can come at any age. Welcome the age of Innocence with open eyes; it is most deserving of an audience.
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