A Tale Of Love And Darkness Review - AVClub

AVClub: Whether it’s called a memoir or a “nonfiction novel,” autobiographical writing generally belongs to one of two categories. In the first, a person who’s lived a remarkable life, or has briefly experienced some extraordinary events, narrates a series of personal adventures: “This is what happened to me.” More common, though, is the second variety, in which nothing especially earth-shattering takes place, but tremors arise from the writer’s perception and processing of events: “This is how what happened to me felt.” While both are totally valid approaches, narrative-driven memoirs tend to work better as movies—think 127 Hours, The Pianist, Catch Me If You Can. Translating the internal, mood-oriented type to the screen is tricky business, and that’s the challenge Natalie Portman took on when she chose to make her directorial debut with an adaptation of Amos Oz’s 2002 bestseller A Tale Of Love And Darkness. Portman’s emotional connection to the material couldn’t be more obvious, yet the film itself is still largely inert.

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