When I first saw the previews for The Words it seemed to be a film I’d want to take a chance on seeing. Looking online at the show times at my local theater, I noticed several low-starred reviews and read them. There were various critical remarks, some rather harsh.
I went to see it anyway and I liked it. I don’t really have anything profound or clever to say about it. It’s storytelling.
My favorite part was watching the joy and happiness of the young couple in wartime Paris, a sweetness I rarely see in films anymore. I enjoyed the interiors there and also the contemporary interiors of Bradly and Zoe’s home. (Forgive me; I’m tired and have forgotten the names of the characters.) I liked the cinematography a lot; it was beautiful and there was none of this blurry, jerking, tilting shots. So what if it isn’t plausible that the couple would be living in such a space? Just like Zoe’s character likely wouldn’t really be sleeping in such great eye makeup.
My second favorite part was the conversation between Jeremy Irons and Bradley in the greenhouse. They spoke of choices and then living with them, something I have to rein myself in about going on about in this blog. Jeremy also spoke of turning the corner and not looking back. In this age where it’s fairly easy and rampant to rip off other people’s work and ideas, I thought the conversation was timely and interesting. These things I liked, I’ve read criticism of in other reviews I’ve glanced at.
I enjoyed the music and the pacing of the film. There were parts at the end that confused me but not too much to interfere with my appreciation. It held my attention and I didn’t get restless, something I often have a challenge with these days. I’d like seeing more films like this. It was thoughtful but not heavy and intense and I didn’t feel exhausted like I’d been through an emotional wringer.
Olivia Wilde’s character was kind of weird but not in an over-the-top way. Films about writers and writing are interesting and I didn’t have a problem at all about how this was presented here. I’m not hip and knowledgeable enough to point out flaws; I’m just a film-goer who wanted to see a story and step away from my own life for awhile.
Usually I don’t bother with reading reviews since I rarely agree with them. Whatever the objections professional critics are pointing out, they didn’t lay heavy on me at all. While I can’t say it had a triumphant and “happy ending”, it didn’t have an unhappy one; it was open-ended and I left the theater feeling just fine.