This Philip Kaufman adaptation of the famous Milan Kundera novel is.. so-so. The best bits have to do with the quasi-documentary portrayal of Eastern-Block era Czechoslovakia. The rest is little more than a melodrama, guised in art-house artistic-credibility visuals. Two questions though, first, why does Juliette Binoche put up with Daniel Day-Lewis, who is essentially a male prostitute, when she's not into the libertine lifestyle? And secondly, why does Daniel Day-Lewis sabotage his life so much just so that he doesn't renounce his anti-communist past? What a moron! This film doesn't make much sense, but then again, such is the unbearable lightness of being.
Review of The Unbearable Lightness of Being
