A Serious Man, Joel and Ethan Coen
D Men and gods are , Xavier Beauvois
F antastic Mr. Fox, Wes Anderson
G hostwriter , Roman Polanski
S Hutter Island, Martin Scorsese
T oy Story 3, Lee Unkrich
T sar , Pavel louguine
The Dawn is the first American film by Murnau, and it also one where the German Expressionist filmmaker is brought to its critical level. It is by playing the light that dangled illusions and feelings shine. Love looks like in the eye of Murnau in existential questions and photographs on the presence and absence of the other or oneself.
Love superimposed The Aurora is haunted from the outset by the battle between the city lights and the austerity campaign. First incarnation of urban sophistication: the character of the brunette who just sow discord in the honest couple. His clothes, his hairstyle, his body - his dance which calls for the vortex picture of the city - is an infiltration of modern disorder in the traditional countryside and peaceful. Everything leads us to an opposition clean and sober Puritan between the true - happiness - and the glitz, the fake - discord.
This opposition soon yet moralizing is bypassed, node feelings shifted: the tortured peasant that we follow, adulterous love is somehow absent. Physically - in her little escapade with her lover - but especially, and at any moment, mentally. The use of the overlay, absolutely essential in this film is one way among many to question the real presence of character in the plan. More room for the present, in all senses of the word, our peasant is caught between what he was - flashback featuring a happy couple - and what that it would be - light of the city and embrace of the vamp overlay.
To love and be loved From this, the genius of Murnau will divert the moral question, to the feelings of our character a marital affair aesthetic and existential. When he sketches the act of killing is the real presence of his wife who needed him as evidence of the eyes and flesh. And this is the beautiful paradox of this Dawn that this gesture, then this lawsuit, leads naturally to the darkness toward the lights and heavy fumes of the city. Instead, therefore, fertile dialogue of love renewed, between being and aspirations, between reality and wonder.
Love in Dawn is literally photographic: it has beautiful reproduce reality, it feeds on dreams, light, changes of plan and background - as our couple in the town photographer, poses in front of a bucolic. Suddenly, drunkenness and eddies of the city are not vectors of chaos, the overlay is no longer an escape, but form the fabric of the present moment, because the feelings deeper and more air. The city lights are no longer sources of ambiguity and ubiquity, they give instead to life a particular place and a specific horizon - a plane and a depth of field.
Aurora in question is safe nun now of truth, fear of the package to commit, the prayer of the wife and soon quit, the sound of bells ring out as an act of contrition. This aurora is the movement of love that renews all things, take a hand in things unseen presence and frees them from the realm of gravity. In this, Murnau like the dawn of the movies a lot.
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1 - What is the most beautiful cinematic murder?
In recent years, murder and uncertain pointillist Memento .
2 - What's in your eyes the most morbid film maker?
François Truffaut
3 - And the film's most gruesome?
Sunset Boulevard
4 - What is the character whose death on the screen you most excited?
Christopher Walken in The Deer Hunter
5 - She who you most relief?
Christopher Walken in The Deer Hunter
6 - What is your favorite zombie?
Isabelle Huppert
7 - What was the murder weapon, keep you low?
Rope
8 - What personification of death you the most?
Kim Novak in Vertigo
9 - What sequence of burial seemed the least you agreed?
Donny's funeral in The Big Lebowski - " Goodbye Sweet Prince "
10 - What is your favorite Phantom?
The ghost of Mrs. Muir
11 - Have you ever wished the death of a character?
I wished the death of most characters Desplechin
12 - With the approach of your death if you had the time to order in your business, what movie would you be able to watch one last time?
A Fred Astaire or Lubitsch
13 - Which serial killer do you have a fascination or default of indulgence?
Norman Bates
14 - What is your vampire night?
Nosferatu
15 - What movie do you remember from all those whose title (original or translated) refers to the death?
Dead Man, Jim Jarmusch
16 - Write a few lines in the future obituary of a person in film
If you have not mourned his death, you come to Other Bosch in mind.
17 - What representation of capital punishment did you find most striking?
Not the most striking but more recently seen: Changeling , Clint Eastwood
18 - What is your favorite cemetery?
No cemetery preferred.
19 - Do you property in connection with the cinema that you could sleep in your will?
My Hitchbook?
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The comparison is preposterous, but White Material has something a Out of Africa reversed. The romantic plot gives way to the rout family, voluntarism to the tragedy, African Dream African nightmare. This is also probably the story. In a mysterious African country, Maria (Isabelle Huppert) decides against all odds to continue to manage its coffee plantation, despite the raging civil war.
Nightmare, the story of White material was something disjointed, as if to signify the state of decomposition of a continent where violence reigns, and where wars are no succession without consistency. The characters actions sometimes absurd, sometimes mysterious. The narrative thread begins in situ, seems to stop, then restarts without warning. No indication of place, a vague political context (the current government against rebels led by "The Boxer"), a vague family context as Maria Vial, manager of the Coffee Plantation Vial, Emmanuel and his son played by Duvauchel.
This lack of direction leaves us with a monstrous universe. The characters are is too transparent - greed, lust for power spread over the faces exalted - or frankly opaque - perseverance unexplained Maria, Emmanuel nihilistic getaway. What remains are people who fight, or earn money as they can.
An absurd reality, quite raw, yet leaves room for fantasy. Perhaps it is the great strength of the film: the ability to make this a fantasy general rout. The chronology of events is not clear, the narrative is hit with narcolepsy: the dream sequences apparently fit naturally into the debacle. The haunting tone of the music (?) Is not for nothing in the installation of the hallucinatory atmosphere. The war rages on in silence, bodies are numb with grief. If violence is muted is that it is a soft drug, which leads us quietly in a daze. Even the rhythm of reggae, that one sometimes hears, has the nostalgic look limp and a quiet march toward death.
In this gruesome picture, the silhouette of skeletal and disheveled Isabelle Huppert is very suitable. It is this coldness, this fundamental lack of generosity in the game of French actress, (we can not help but imagine intellectualizing his role, his character theorizing). This is great in a sense, because that's how Maria is thoroughly chilling best in this world and into the fire and blood. But still, there is even less sensitive to violence, the defeat in war, and that this character keeps her face hidden behind too blonde, too northern (the "white matter in question"?) And all sense sensation - even when she cries or when she cries.
Do not even mention Nicolas Duvauchelle and his portrayal of teen thirties. From the outset, we do not really know if it is only the credibility of the actor is missing, or if the character is too crazy to be likely. It is "like a dog," someone said. And it's true that theatrical, made his mini warlord, then ends in an orgy of drugs with her friends child soldiers. Either.
In sum we get a confusing film to a terrifying world of violence fluid and serene. But Claire Denis managed to install this universe of characters for the price, the price of the plot, at the expense of depth of field - at the cost of any decision of any attachment to the viewer.
The Man from London is an adaptation of a book by Simenon. The book is very short, the film is very long. Same title and same plot though. We follow the character Maloin, a dispatcher who works at the station port. Height of his cage, he catches a flight coupled with a murder. Two shadows are struggling, fighting over briefcase, until one of two figure rushes the other in the harbor water, leaving the desired object disappear with him. After waiting a bit, we retrieve the briefcase down switcher - and he takes ill ... What is curious in this adaptation is that the book is more cinematic than the film. For what is more film noir than this intrigue? The witness at the scene of the crime, tainted by evil as anything the look, how to start more cinematic?
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