Her makeup-free skin is a preternatural Nars Laguna bronze. The godmother of the beach wave’s hair flows in its natural state. Let’s get it over with: Off duty, 42-year-old Bündchen is giving mythic goddess. “I don’t want to be limited,” Bündchen told me in one of our many intimate conversations over two days at her compound. But a broken bird flying free, at this particular moment in Bündchen’s life, can’t help but be its own metaphor. We analyze the bird’s swift recovery, melodramatically searching for meaning, right down to its droppings. “It’s an omen!” she declares, her eyes wide. Either its rumpled foot miraculously healed or Bündchen really is a witch-“a witch of love,” she offers. Suddenly, the robin claps its wings and banks from Bündchen’s hands, soaring out over the hilltop. She begins to describe the splendor: “I found this hummingbird by the ocean one day when I was walking with the dogs-” She is surrounded by what she calls Costa Rica’s “symphony of nature”: chirping insects, squawking parrots, and the lionlike roars of locally renowned howler monkeys, brought closer by a fully retractable fourth wall of her hideaway. “Maybe he’s going to fly,” Bündchen whispers.īündchen explains that she regularly communes with birds, squirrels, and butterflies. “I’m afraid that he’s going to die if he stays like this,” she says. (She later spot-cleans the bird’s poo-poo herself.) She calls her home’s caretaker, Victor, hoping he’ll rush it to a local animal sanctuary, and drips water into its beak from an incense holder turned makeshift bird feeder. The robin has soiled one of Bündchen’s pristine cushions, but she is unbothered, consumed by its fate. “He has a little poo-poo,” Bündchen notes in her distinctive accent. She does the same to her kids, Benjamin Rein, 13, and Vivian Lake, 10, all the time. She is stroking its tiny head with an elegant unpolished index finger-performing “a little Reiki,” as she says, referring to the holistic practice of transferring healing energy through touch. Incidentally, Lynch's groundbreaking TV series Twin Peaks debuted later this same year, and many of that show's actors can be seen in small parts here.“Are you okay?” Bündchen coos to the bird, her throaty voice softening to a whisper. But for the majority of the movie, Lynch's touch works, and provides a strange, entertaining ride. Lynch also includes some moments of plain weirdness, such as a man talking with a high-pitched voice and another man ( Jack Nance, of Eraserhead) speaking in odd riddles, which only calls attention to itself. Yet Lynch seems to have let his artistic id take over a bit too often, obsessing on both The Wizard of Oz and Elvis Presley, and trying to shoehorn references into the movie whenever possible - whether they fit or not. Even if they have been the victims of bad luck and made some bad choices, they are worth rooting for, and Cage and Dern are terrific in their roles (especially Dern, whose physicality in this movie is striking). In their scenes together, they seem to truly appreciate each other's nuances and to respect one another. At its core, Wild at Heart is a pretty simple, very good lovers-on-the-run film noir Sailor and Lula are super-cool yet sympathetic characters whose love is never in doubt. David Lynch's adaptation of Barry Gifford's novel contains much of his trademark powerful, nightmarish imagery, even if it also appears that he might have been grasping at straws at times.
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