Swimming Pool Review
by David N. Butterworth (dnb AT dca DOT net)July 21st, 2003
SWIMMING POOL
A film review by David N. Butterworth
Copyright 2003 David N. Butterworth
** (out of ****)
"Swimming Pool" is a disappointment.
It stars Charlotte Rampling, who's fine therein, and is directed by François
Ozon, who's usually fine, but this is the French director's first English language
film and I suspect something got lost in the translation.
Ozon previously worked with Ms. Rampling, a 58-year-old actress who's still
not afraid to do nude scenes, on "Under the Sand" ("Sous le Sable"). That 2000
film covered similar terrain and themes to those in "Swimming Pool" (Rampling played a woman, an English professor, vacationing in the south of France in order to come to grips with the death of her husband) yet there was passion and intrigue a plenty in that one.
In "Swimming Pool," these elements are surprisingly absent.
Rampling plays a successful mystery writer, Sarah Morton, who's struggling
with her latest book (even though she claims not to be lacking for
inspiration).
Her editor John Bosload (Charles Dance) suggests she take a break and go stay in his summer home in the French countryside for a while, hoping that she might
be stimulated by such an idyllic setting. Sarah takes him up on his offer and sure enough not long after arriving her fingers start clicking away on the keys
of her Samsung laptop.
But before long an intruder rudely disrupts Sarah's peace and solitude. It's John's daughter Julie, who regularly uses the house as a place to crash (and to whom she brings a different "boyfriend" every night). Julie generally hangs around the place (topless of course) throwing the uptight, chiefly British
Sarah into a tizzy. But Sarah slowly becomes intrigued by the lithe beauty sunning herself down by the pool and begins a new novel, the "something completely
different" her boss had also suggested she might like to attempt.
The film climaxes with an unfortunate twist. It's unfortunate because it's not significant enough to excuse the pedestrian storyline that precedes it--Sarah goes about her business with workmanlike authority. She types, drinks
coffee tea/wine/whiskey/soda in varying amounts, eats hugely French bowls of yogurt, pops into the village, and pencil edits her manuscripts, all the while keeping a close and writerly eye on the tanned beauty who leaves her belongings--food,
underwear, men--lying about the place with zero regard for the etiquette shared
space necessitates.
There are some who will tell you that "Swimming Pool" is a richly rewarding,
sexually tinged character study. Others might refer to it as a deliciously edgy murder mystery with Ms. Rampling at the top of her game. This, I'm afraid,
is nonsense. Rampling is a magnificent actress but isn't given any
opportunities
to prove it in "Swimming Pool"--buttering toast is not Oscar®-caliber material.
The film isn't boring, because you keep thinking that something shocking is going to play out (and can ogle the invariably naked Ludivine Sagnier, who plays
Julie, while you're waiting). But it doesn't.
Here's a classic case of the ends not justifying the means.
The first hint that "Swimming Pool" might have played better in French with English subtitles is when witnessing the editor/writer dynamics. These sequences are oddly stilted, as if screenwriters Ozon and Emmanuèle Bernheim have no clue about the publishing business, a fact supported by the scene in which Sarah flings a first edition of her latest novel, appropriately entitled "Swimming Pool," at John after he reads her post-vacation draft and decides it's not very good. "They loved it," boasts Sarah, referring to the competition.
Alas I did not love "Swimming Pool." I hoped I would, since the preview makes it look like you're in for a psychosexual treat. But you’re better off renting "Under the Sand"--a superior but still less than brilliant film--if you're looking for a Rampling/Ozon collaboration that's cool and conscious and calculated.
Or deliciously edgy, even.
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