Wonderwall from 1968: I’m obsessed with it. Granted, Joe Massot’s direction of the film is pretty much a glorified acid trip, but I am really in love with the story.
Basically, an older scientist falls in love with his neighbor, whom he can somehow spy on through a hole in the wall of his (amazing) apartment. At first, you wonder what you’re looking at: why is the girl wearing ski clothing inside? What’s with the colored gel lighting? Why the head-to-toe primary-colored body paint? Then you realize: ah. She’s a swinging 60s model, and these are photo shoots. The movie chronicles the scientists’ growing obsession with her, and what he ends up doing about it.
Not only is the film a perfect capsule of that short, specific time of the late 60s—George Harrison provided the soundtrack (while he was still a Beatle); the iconic Jane Birkin is the model (with her basket purse in tow); sets were designed by famed hippie designers The Fool; and there is a cameo by Anita Pallenberg—but it is also a fairy tale. A very sweet, beautiful fairy tale. I cried at the end.
I usually dislike when directors re-make films, but I have to admit that although I adored this movie, I wouldn’t mind a re-make (with Ricky Gervais and Emily Blunt, directed by Michel Gondry), if for no other reason than to re-introduce a wonderful story to this generation.
Wonderwall is highly recommended by me…Tori. And if you happened to be wondering, yes. The Oasis song was named after this movie.