I have ambivalent feelings towards An Education. On the one hand the film is vaguely feel-good, we trim Moralina a happy ending and a final book that even the heart, and generally develops models of the characters rather than actual sending to hell compassion, empathy and all these beautiful things that people watch Say Anything. There are some very good players, of course, Carey Mulligan, Alfred Molina, and above all, but the feeling is that their performance, especially that of the protagonist, is also more functional to the tone of the film than to sketch the profile of Jenny his father and so on. The film takes its characters and not vice versa, and if it can go well in other contexts, it seemed that I really do not pay at this.
On the other hand, I felt strangely called into question on various issues arising from the film here and there in a not too sophisticated, as the litigation hedonism vs. respectability, the why, the how and about Because the acquisition of cultural knowledge / experience, and another series of things that basically summarize in horror as most likely to achieve if tomorrow I met Jenny despise her, which inevitably makes me a shitty person.
When a mediocre film embarrasses me in this way the feeling is more or less to some piece of shit when I beat a KOF without even knowing how to make a Wave power only by dint of tripping, and I was wriggling into a corner in a vain attempt to make a desperation move more crap as possible (that this post would be metaphorically) in those terrible moments are torn between the conflicting solutions to the bend dominant logic or perish with honor, and usually end up alienating to the skies in unholy exclamations, proof of the miserable condition in which my bulky self-esteem. An Education
not led me to these reprehensible extremes, but it is a film that makes me feel stupid because to feel smart, and I can not wait to forget I ever saw.
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