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CONFETTI (UK, 2006, d. Debbie Isitt) | CONFETTI (UK, 2006, d. Debbie Isitt) |
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| Written by Peter Malone | ||||
| Wednesday, 17 May 2006 | ||||
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What if a glossy magazine, dedicated to the glamour and fashion of weddings, called Confetti, were to host a competition: hold auditions for three offbeat proposals (and in the quick audition collage some of them are decidedly offbeat) and choose just three couples. The prize is to be a dream house. Already there is parody in the discussions of the manager and the editor and their quest. They decide on a tennis couple, a naturist couple and a singing and dancing couple. We are given the timeline for the weddings and the various ‘weeks to go’ to the big day. First of all there are the camp wedding planners who swoosh and whoosh about, laughing sometimes, crying at others, who suggest menus, choreography, fashions that sometimes set the imagination agog. The couples. The tennis two are very hard to like. She is a whining Canadian who is subjected to a terrible nose job to make her photogenic, but finishes more like Pinocchio. He is coming to the end of his professional career and is highly insecure with a nasty streak and not too good with competitors. What could their wedding look like, you might ask. It is an amusingly choreographed Wimbledon imitation. The naturists. Well, there’s trouble (and some potential trouble for American classifications which are usually troubled by the human body and its exposure). Lots of old jokes about nudity and embarrassment. This couple are much more congenial. She feels a bit awkward. He has been a naturist all his life and wonders what the bother is about. An Adam and Eve theme comes to the rescue. Singing and dancing. The only trouble is that she sings off key. She also has an interfering mother, a dominating sister and an absent father who turns up on the wedding day. This is the really likeable couple and, despite nervousness, they step up to a Busby Berkely set and an Astaire-Rogers style performance. Who wins? The actors were asked to improvise their characters and many of the interactions were spontaneous and unexpected. We are all invited to be a touch voyeuristic as we pore over glossy magazines, um and aw at the photos of celebrities. The film also sends up this human trait in ourselves – while indulging in it!
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