The actual laws of thermodynamics, in case you need a refresher:
- energy cannot be created or destroyed
- the entropy of any isolated system always increases
- the entropy of a system approaches a constant value as the temperature approaches absolute zero
Manel, a neurotic scientist, is out of his depth when he dates his dream girl, Elena, a 
beautiful model. So he seeks comfort in his precious laws of thermodynamics to reassure himself that love is just another quantifiable thing, an equation he can puzzle out and make sense of. But the more that real life seeps in, the harder he has to spin things to keep the laws working for him.
Using the rules of thermodynamics as a construct for “solving” love is interesting, at least at first. Eventually it involves more shoe-horning than any script worth its salt really should, and the effort becomes tiresome.
Vito Sanz and Berta Vazquez are perfectly charming and thanks to them, I can kind of see how a playing, witty movie like this might have worked. But whatever lightning bot of creativity struck at the outset, it faded quite quickly and it fails even at sustaining what it started with. I was unconvinced and unimpressed by this film unfortunately – maybe it works in theory, but the proof is kind of painful to watch.
as Esti’s present life is, even the memories of her past with Ronit are scorching enough to make everyone nervous. In their community, straight marriage is the only option, and it’s not so much an option as an obligation. Esti stayed, and conformed; Ronit left, and flourished, though she has all but abandoned her faith.
such a way that things feel authentic and raw, and the intimacy translates so that we too are made uncomfortable by the too much, too fast. I totally get the wanting to fast forward past the awkward part of dating, the artifice of it,the hiding of one’s true self, but if there’s a way past it, all this movie does is prove that this isn’t it.
touring around to various film festivals. She makes beautiful, sad, detailed films about strong women. Miss Stevens is such a character. As chaperone, she’s discovering that this whole “coming of age” thing isn’t just for teenagers – you do it first when you actually become the age of majority, and a second time when your adulthood really takes. For Miss Stevens, it is perhaps only truly gelling now, on this trip, as the only grown-up jumping on the hotel bed.
The second thing he notices is Preacher. This has just ruined Preacher for Sean. Dominic Cooper is 100% lame in this movie, there’s no getting around it. He plays Amanda Seyfried’s love interest, and Meryl’s soon to be son-in-law, but mostly just a floppy-haired wanker who can’t wipe that shit-eating grin off his face. And Preacher NEVER grins. His character’s name is Sky so it’s official: twat.
I really like Jessica Chastain, and she tends to make wise and informed career decisions, so I lean toward giving this the benefit of the doubt. This could easily veer into white saviour territory, and maybe it defaults too much toward politeness, but I think it strives to be a respectful and faithful rendering. I just wish it could be entertaining as well. And I really wish it didn’t take one insignificant white woman to tell the story of an entire people, but if that’s how we have to frame it, then (I guess) this more feminist bent is at least an improvement.
Oh boy. But you know what? Even with terrific advice like “be impossible” and “don’t talk like a maid,” it turns out the biggest risk is not that they’ll be found out, but that the lie will be too well accepted – a Brit described as a “dandy” falls for Maria, and pretty soon it’s Anne is in hot pursuit of her own maid, who’s being courted all over town.
of contact for so long – she might have empathy if only she knew the truth. But the two sisters have only each other for family, and now they’re struggling to readjust to each other. And truthfully, Martha is a little frustrating with the tight lip thing.
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