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.
This post was written by Tori.
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