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Gondry has such an incomparable understanding of the way in which strange and unexpected sights can tickle you. What he sometimes lacks as a filmmaker is the awareness that he can tickle an audience to death.
Farran Smith Nehme,
New York Post:
Maybe these conceits worked in print, but on film it's seven layers of sugar-frosted whimsy that would choke Wes Anderson.
Wall Street Journal:
There's so much of so many flavors of cleverness-a surfeit of surfeits-that sensory overload causes aesthetic suffocation.
Just the first 10 minutes of Michel Gondry's latest pillowcase of whimsy, "Mood Indigo," has more invention than most of the movies you'll see this year.
Boyd van Hoeij,
Sy, Maiga and the others play second fiddle not only to the leads but especially to the visual effects, which are indeed impressive, even if quite a few are reminiscent of Gondry's previous films or musicvids.
Mood Indigo plays like some extreme behavioral experiment, an attempt to determine just how much whimsy, exactly, an audience can endure.
The inspiration I kept coming back to, with all the stop-motion absurdity and gleeful surreal trappings, is Pee Wee Herman.
"Mood Indigo" feels both overdone and undercooked - a hectic but sketchy tale of oddball romance that slides inexorably into tragedy.
J. R. Jones,
French filmmaker Michel Gondry has demonstrated time and again that, despite his prodigious visual imagination, he can't tell a decent story.
After a while, all that frivolity starts to collapse under its own weight like a fallen souffle.
Makes Wes Anderson's movies look like grim cinema verite in comparison.
Michel Gondry's surreal Gallic dramedy is less a visual feast than an all-you-can-eat buffet, and one that's rather hard to consume.
Los Angeles Times:
Though the relentlessness of the on-screen antics threatens to wear you out, the film is over before that can quite happen.
Mood Indigo is bitter candy, a heartbreaker that uses sugar as a trap.
A mad mix of what Tex Avery, Rube Goldberg and the silent-film fantasist Georges Melies might have come up with if they'd put their feverish heads together.
Mood Indigo thrives on clutter and near-total loss of control.
New York Daily News:
Thank goodness for director Michel Gondry ("Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind"), whose vision is so brazenly, enduringly unique.
New York Times:
A wearying experience that resembles being locked in a very small room with an exceptionally bright, pathologically self-absorbed child who will not shut up or calm down.
If it works on you it does so as an exquisitely managed mood piece and an unforgettable visual experience, one that uses fantasy and artifice as a pathway to emotional truth.
The visual pop simply becomes annoying as it truly gets in the way of the storytelling.
Mood Indigo paints a depressing picture about romance but does so with fabulous, although often-exhausting, style.
"Mood Indigo" perfectly balances Gondry's ornamental creativity and the verite storytelling of his more recent work, combining refined style and raw emotion into one devastating, beautiful package.
For the most part, Gondry's overwrought visions repel real feeling.
New York Magazine/Vulture:
An elaborate, endless clown-car of whirligig contraptions and unreal images, with little bursts of romantic melancholy peeking out here and there.