I really enjoyed the film and I love hugh heffner and his girls. thank you soo much you have given me hope of finding a silver fox.
Time Out says
Thu Oct 19 2006‘God, he was gorgeous,’ a waitress sighs when she glimpses Maurice – one of the decrepit, still-jobbing actors who frequents her caff – photographed in his prime. It’s a vintage image of Peter O’Toole, whose own persona is unavoidably commingled with his character’s in this sharp-eyed study of lust and death. Maurice’s looks may have left him – though he still has those eyes – but the arrival of Jessie (Jodie Whittaker),
bolshy teenage great-niece of his old mucker Ian (Leslie Phillips), makes it clear that his appetite is very much intact. As the ageing lothario takes it upon himself to broaden the girl’s horizons, a wary rapport between the
Scripted by Hanif Kureishi, ‘Venus’ is something of a companion piece to ‘The Mother’ (also directed by Roger Michell) in its examination of a cross-generational relationship between a female newcomer to London and a more worldly man whose libido she piques. The fact that the man is the elder here – and one with a reputation as a ‘professor of pussy’ at that – would seem to mark this as a more conventional story of objectifying desire. In fact, ‘Venus’ presents the male gaze as a pretty pathetic impulse, perhaps as demeaning to the looker as the looked-at; like the mirror-gazing model for Velázquez’s Rokeby Venus – the source of Maurice’s nickname for Jessie – the adolescent gradually, and with ambiguous consequences, learns how to harness the power of her own appeal.
Kureishi’s characteristically witty and bracing screenplay is well served by a superb cast, from the consummately self-reflexive valedictory lead turn by O’Toole and Whittaker’s credibly uningratiating celluloid debut to effortlessly lived-in support from Phillips, Vanessa Redgrave and Richard Griffiths. Incongruous slatherings of croony upbeat pop and London landmarks seem to have strayed in from Michell’s ‘Notting Hill’, but the lingering impressions here are of regret, resignation and renewal, the fascination of firm flesh and O’Toole growling ‘Come on, old man!’ as he slaps his own sagging face.
Author: Ben Walters
Fri Jan 26, 2007