Synopsis
One successful writer, one eccentric Wall Streeter, one feeling ex con turned businessman, a witty literary agent and a sensitive woman – all of a certain age and then some -- try to figure out this thing called love.
One successful writer, one eccentric Wall Streeter, one feeling ex con turned businessman, a witty literary agent and a sensitive woman – all of a certain age and then some -- try to figure out this thing called love.
Slow moving and fortunately short 80 minutes running time. I give it high scores for aphorism filled dialogue and the overall premise. It’s artistic in that there is no formal script and no professional actors, apparently just friends of the writer. It’s sort of improvisational. Writer Gay Walley plays herself focusing on her personal romantic life, here with 3 different men. Meanwhile we get interspersed voice over of her writing the book of the same name. It’s a good watch for an Indy film. My only problem is I’m not particularly sympathetic to her character which downgrades score.
Brooklyn Film Festival
Very much enjoyed the style/simplicity of the movie. Gay lived/lives a very fascinating life and the reveal at the very end makes you look back and reevaluate the entire picture.
I enjoyed it, but it's niche in that one must cherise the art of conversation to get any short of enjoyment from the film. Thus I'm exceedingly picky of who I recommend this to IRL
The Erotic Fire of the Unattainable, despite the bombast of its title, is a quiet collection of vignettes starring and based on the writing of author Gay Walle. The film, shot in an improvisational documentary style by Frank Vitale, incorporates non-actors (from Walle's life), playing different men who she dates to varying degrees. It's always refreshing to see a film about an older woman ruminating on her relationships, but the casual presentation of the upper-crust New York milieu comes off tone-deaf. "New chef starts today. Come over for dinner?" Walle's boyfriend Steve texts her referring to his live-in cook. Later in a bit of glib dialogue about the fleeting nature of the 'help', Steve jokes about a Hungarian cook who…