The upper-crust characters of writer-director Whit Stillman have always been snooty, but in his earlier films (Metropolitan, Barcelona, The Last Days of Disco) that quality was tempered by his wit and modest budgets.
It may lack the overt sociology of his last two Barcelona and The Last Days of Disco , but by the same token it lacks their occasional self-consciousness, and it is certainly the most open and friendly of the four features in Stillman's canon; though there is something inherently brittle about his style even here, none of his films have such a loose, light soul, none are this much fun to watch, and as a result, none are so ready to give up their depths.
His 1990s trilogy, "Metropolitan," "Barcelona" and "The Last Days of Disco," distilled martini-dry humor from the foibles of the trust-fund set.
It�s good to have Whit Stillman back among working directors since it�s been a long time since his last feature in 1998 (The Last Days of Disco, which followed the signature films he made in the early Nineties, Metropolitan and Barcelona).
But Violet has principles and lives by them, and for Stillman — the chronicler of the Northeastern WASP elite’s youthful eccentricities, who hasn’t released a film since “The Last Days of Disco” in 1998 — that matters more than anything else.