Friday Movies: Elegy
Although I say, at Portico, that I’m no real hurry to see Elegy again, that’s not really true. The sound at the Angelika was so weirdly off that members of the audience spent a good ten minutes arguing with the management about how to proceed. We were all given those cheap red general admission tickets from ancient childhood as rain-check passes. I’ve never heard anything like what came out of the speakers. The dialogue was intelligible, more or less, but it was filtered into a flat, science-fiction-robot sound, and everybody’s voice came out at the same pitche.
Elegy is a beautifully sophisticated film, one whose marvels ripen in the mind as a haunting aftertaste.