I tell you what my first judgmental thought is when I think of Carol: A lesbian story. Of course, there is much much more I want to say about this movie … So, please hold on.
When my friend and I decided to go see Carol, we had little time before the next show nearby, but just taking one look at the poster with Cate Blanchett, who is great in any movie, we knew for sure the night was going to be free from disappointment.
And we were right.
Until around the very first kiss though, we had not really seen it coming that it was a love story between two women, and the fact that that took us both by surprise (we both looked at each other in the dark with a smiling No-way!-face) was a funny moment I won’t forget and will always associate with Carol.
On that note, it’s maybe not a bad idea to go watch a movie without having read any summaries or reviews. It’s quite refreshing.
Carol is based on Patricia Highsmith’ book The Price of Salt.
Set in the 1950s in New York City, the movie tells the story of a young sales clerk with a soon to blossom talent for photography (Rooney Mara) and her relationship with a wealthy elegant lady (Cate Blanchett), who is going through a difficult divorce.
I hate giving away too much. I usually just want to describe how a movie made me feel.
I enjoyed the beautiful screenplay, the costumes, the décor and the sort of testimonial to 1950s movies with a new touch. It felt like a walk through an art museum on a lazy afternoon – cozy, recharging, and silently occupying one's mind. But I have to say that, despite the great performances of both actresses, the characters didn’t fully touch me.
Then again, I think, characters don’t always have to do that in order for someone to walk out of the cinema with a satisfied feeling.