Grab bag of films mentioned here means a grab bag of critical responses:
YOUTH. Oy, I guess I'm one of those folks who would have come out of the theater grumbling about the pretentiousness of this film too, had I not seen it on a screener at home. Yes, there was some stunning cinematography and production design, and yes, a few actors acquitted themselves with dignity (Harvey Keitel and Michael Caine). But why were ALL the women such nasty self-pitying bitches? (Jane Fonda at her most Norma Desmond-ish, Rachel Weisz at her whiniest.) For all it's philosophizing about the nature of life and death, the picture just seemed like warmed-over, second-rate Fellini to me-- all dreamy surface without an idea or story to anchor it all together. And that key moment in which Michael Caine decides whether or not to play that command concert seems to have been left off the screen altogether. Huh?
THE DANISH GIRL. Also stunningly shot and designed, also open to the accusation of pretentiousness. Very weak in it's basic story-telling beats. And I agree with a number of posters above who criticize Eddie Redmayne's performance as one-note. All true. We grumbled about all those things as we left the theater. HOWEVAH-- this movie has stayed with me and deeply affected me in a way few movies this holiday season have (I'd count BROOKLYN in that select group.) There is real power in the relationship set up between Redmayne and the luminous Alicia Vikander. The sequences in their studio as one painting after another is created are hypnotic and true to the sense of real art-making. The torment of facing head-on the taboos of dress and comportment of the other gender are beautifully realized, and something I recognized in scene after scene from my time as an amateur drag queen. God knows The Danish Girl is not a great movie. But it's a film that, for all its failings, I loved a great deal.