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Child's Play

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Children Games.

Director: Laurent Tuel.

Screenplay: Laurent Tuel and Constance Verluca.

Photo: Denis Rouden.

Cast: Karin Viard, Charles Berling, Ludivine Sagnier, Camille Vatel, Alexandre Bongibault, Aurélien Nook.

Music: Krishna Levy

Synopsis: You dream of beautiful children ... Here are two cute ... well, that was before two strange characters visit them because ... Soon nothing will be like ... The couple starts to destroy things bizarre occur and the inevitable happens ...

In 400 Blows, Francois Truffaut, told the story of a family is destroyed and then the director lingered on the devastating impact it had on the child, finding in Paris and its streets, a surrogate mother ...

Laurent Tuel Here is a countdown of the Chief of Truffaut's work. Exit the streets of Paris, exit the field. It is enclosed in an apartment, bourgeois, bourgeois too (thought by some Chabrol film, proof that the French cinema, even when he attacks the shore of fantasy is hard to detach itself from its history and its exception cultural ...), yet it is here a couple that is consumed, until the final fire, or lost in the flames ...

Everything about the film is there, great topic, enhanced by a story of possession, which certainly can not avoid all the cliches, but still IMHO a great story.

Bias by Laurent Tuel and lock us in this apartment, to make us feel the narrowness of the corridors, these doors that we can not open, the life that revolves round, these traumatissmes that one does not name but who are alive ...

We follow the lives of Marianne and Jacques (Karin Viard and ... stunning presence, playing with a successful insanity superb) and slowly, slowly, the strange moves.

If I spoke Truffaut and Chabrol, we could almost here then invoked, as Pialat and his famous movie: A nos amours. In this flat, as in Pialat's film, the characters are forced to fold, privacy is limited, it is necessary to get the kids to have sex when the mother is washing, children can see ... I'd say almost anyone ... as in the flat film Pialat. The tragedy becomes unavoidable, unbearable ...

If Children Games is a film of possession and ghosts, a strange mixture of both, it is also a film about the couple, the difficulty of being a daily basis, that is sublimely illustrate a fantastic story ... As a strange allegory ... And I die it's usually what I like in a movie. As the uncanny is an image of a worry, fear or a sense real. Quite the opposite of Hostel (See article below ...) ...

Yet reducing the film to a simple Laurent Tuel movie nerd, boring and franchouillard, would be a grave mistake ... This film is a poison, a particular species that creeps slowly into your veins, which takes possession of you. Not sublime, for a film dealing with just possession, that is to say loss means ...

The feat is that it is here that children are the symbol of all that ... The flesh of our flesh, turning against us, all our hopes burning in smoke from ...

double tour de force, as it captures the accuracy of the cast, the face of these two angels, perfectly directed and subtly lit ...

Strangely, Children's Games is not a film that is scary in the sense that there is nothing spectacular, no morbid appearances and bloody. And yet there is something frightening in this film ... Something that holds the magic that takes you the heart ... The passage of time may be ... The pain and distance that can develop between human beings ... The trauma it's hard to forget ...

You'll understand this story of possession goes far beyond what one might at first glance ... While still further, despite the tight frames that are as enclose this whole psychological violence sustained by actors great attendance ...

Playground is a film taking on the couple, family, memories, time ... The time that passes and we assassin ...

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Hostel

Hostel.

USA-2005.

Director: Eli Roth.

Screenplay: Eli Roth.

Images Milan Chadima and Shane Daly.

Distribution: Jay Hernandez, Derek Richardson, Eytor Gudjonsson, Barbara Nedeljakova, Jana Kaderabkova ...

Music: Nathan Barr.

Production: Chris Briggs, Mike Fleiss, Eli Roth, Daniel S Frich, Philip Valley, Scott Spiegel, Quentin Tarantino, Boaz Yakim.

Synopsis: Three young people go on holiday in Europe ... I will go get stoned, I'll even on the side of easy girls ... Oh, they thought fun! And well it missed ... because they will get cruelly butchered ... You knew that man pays to play in snuff ...

Hostel, or when the film is more an "art" but a real commercial product, a well-oiled machine, a small budget but one that is big!

Sponsored by one of the largest "remixer" of our time, Quentin Tarantino and another upset of noggin, Takaashi Miike ...

Hostel, the gore of the poor!

I should tell you that Fulci, Mario Bava and Dario Argento, is for me a master of a film, a certain know-how, that seems not to exist ...

Eli Roth is proof, even if his film is not the worst of its kind ...

For me a film Hostel is wobbly, long, too long ...

C is with a lot of hype and basically lie, that this film seems to have his little way ...

The film's most gory movie history tells us that ... We'll have to put your record straight folks ... Even so the film has its share of shocking images, it is not either of the extreme gore (severed head, eye for, filmed scenes of torture or ill-hearted film ... etc. ... etc. ...), we have seen worse ... Among other films venuent some of germany which I will talk very soon ...

To make things clear, I do not like gore or rather, I do not like free ... Of course, if you told me that Bacon (painter) it's gore, there I said yes! I like!

That is to say, a Gore distorts the soul, a suffering that liquefies, changes to the extreme of the visible body. Gore come an imprint of the soul ... The start of the Review beyond Fulci ... For me a masterpiece ...

The gore is a plus in gear psychological, as a photograph of a soul in pain. It is not enough time to pick any random order in newsreels and say, look how the man and his world are disgusting to make a good movie gore! This is what Eli Roth and more ... But for my part, I think he hurts himself ... So watch the loop Mondo Cane ...

This has had little, qu'Hostel is a great movie ... But Eli Roth misses his subject, the sacrifice on the altar of easy and spectacular ...

From the start, the film imposes a false rhythm ... I vow that I love this kind of false start, out of patterns: a strong scene that captivates the viewer and presto ... no more

Hostel course begins with a scene sharp, surreal violence and then ... Well it was not until the last half hour to even take off ... Before the film, you'll be typing their bad American Pie!

Yet these kinds of films working on a mood, an expectation and even a false start for me are definitely the best (or even hearing Psycho Mr Hitch!).

short, from the beginning of this film, we witness the pitiful orgies, poorly filmed, with nothing to sink your teeth ... And everything depends on it somewhere ... Some teens, who are no longer , will take a course, go further, recklessness leading to the abject horror ... a violent society in which they will be learning at their expense ... Eli Roth plays on the myth (?) of snuff, its strange disappearances in Eastern Europe at the organ traffickers, so critical to poverty and misery ...

But the problem is that it lasts just a bit too long! Certainly it wants whistleblower human stupidity, but there are better way of showing it and then what good is it to show things we already know ...

Although the film, like most movies in fact, resumed the pattern of "tales". And yes, there is more cruelty in some tale that in some horror movie tells the tale ... substrate of any good movie in my opinion!

Here, inhospitable forest, it is Amsterdam, prostitution, drugs ... the big bad wolf tempter, which means that we leave the right path, girls ... And now, our three poor young people caught in the cycle of horror and death ...

This much is certain: Eli Roth takes a perverse pleasure in torturing men, not women ... So things change a bit ...

Then of course, wants Hostel is enunciating, pointing to the most perverse inclinations of humanity ...

But with a wobbly screenplay, lighting already seen, unoriginal just happens to make tribute to the textures that we know too well, lengths not possible, unnecessary scenes ...

No part may be the end, I have not found a single scene ... If it looks positively significant disgusted with us Violence is against us ... For missed disgust of his film, there is obvious ...

However, Hostel can be very good for a certain generation, who may not have grown up with the great masters of the bloody, teenagers who have not yet completed puberty ...

In this sense, is an educational film Hostel ...

But if you love about intelligence and the real horror movies, go your way because otherwise you bore you ...

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Chapter 1: The eyes of the fall ... (Because she has the eyes of a doe and colored hair fall ...)

That night, down the street Fontenelle, only my shadow stroking the graceful on their doorsteps to call me all their charms, perfume volatilizing volute of desire up to the sky black. I struts many pleasures that could offer me some of these companions, these beautiful rebellious I had so loved for one night for one night only ...

My day had been that a Dusk had a long wait finally shed a pale moon ... but soothing

I pressed the pitch towards the famous bench area during the night burned my lungs breathe new life , a burn that was not the bite of female or the abandonment ethyl calm. No, it was already your breath, renewal, breaking ice of a new life that I felt coming into me. My cane beating the pavement was the only sound that accompanied my steps when I walked into the garden, places our first meeting and our first visit my friend, my friend disappeared ...

What drives people to want to see beneath the masks, to see the invisible ...

"- Think again ... Not even trying to understand, much less ... The small prints are the daily lot easier pigs who go all eat the same bucket ... But I love them anyway ... "

Despite its size prominent and a handicap in these trips, my friend has always known this move like a cat ... By becoming the lover night, we take the quality ...

startled and I set it against my white mask, her face sad, desolate, lunar landscape, or the tears of a lost kingdom had dug deep valleys if they had become deep wells without end ... A face that lit up the night ...

"- I knew you would ... I know ... Let's walk a little, do not you ... There, you see through the trees ... Let us go further ... "

The voice of my friend was interrupted by the odd blast I had heard the previous night, as the whistle of an asthmatic ...

"'As we're lucky! The night wants us well tonight ... I assure you it is not given to everyone ... I have traveled many places and often the night is not populated. The night does not accept everyone and it is very hard ... In his retinue star as she wins souls is ... I saw people dying alone in the hollow of the night in the arms of a gracious, hanged in a lip green fairy ... I saw on the night of the men emptied of all their tears to the point that their heart has dried up and he died in the hollow of the stars who are now our only companions ... I know that you are of that ... I do not ask you that you dragged the woman, mother or lover, but I see it ... You have just joined this strange caravan .. "

The mask turned his gaze to the heavens ... I said nothing ... His presence, strange, everything seemed to invade the small park the little park behind the abbey my friend ... you remember, wherever you are this little park behind the abbey ...

"-Help me walk, I would like if we were going to cloister you want ... "

I felt the arm of my friend shook mine, I felt the shreds of his flesh through the gloves that covered his" hands "tortured by life, I felt that skin and all the sadness that emanated from it. You could tell easily that these garments was not an aesthetic choice but rather a way to hide the body sick sick ... But what? I did not know it yet ...

"" You're about to make a great trip ... I do not save myself, but I can save you ... "

is dressed in silence as we entered the monastery long since abandoned. Adjacent to the ruined abbey, the place was dark and only the sad white face seemed lit from my friend the disturbing darkness. He paused there a moment and then sat on the steps of wet stones that rose to a wooden door giving no doubt about the interior of the abbey.

"" Allow me to take my breath ... Do not you think that this place oozes holy ... More Here ... nobody comes barely a year, I am I came here and there is hardly anyone seen ... "

He had great difficulty breathing and I could sense a grin under the mask of pain ... I was still far, far from the truth ...

"- You said hardly anyone?

Ah I see that not only my face that interests you and you story ... As I told you yesterday, I have not always been a monster ... I was even , a young man like you, not the most handsome young man but still ... And where you walk, two bodies lying inertse ... Mine and that of a fairy ... A red-haired fairy, a fairy who spoke the stars as I could never do that, you see a fairy. A fairy fragile, like all fairies. But you never know these things ... And This is precisely where you are you will find the grave of my love ... what ever slept in the breath of our desire, the caresses which are so many broken promises, of which no longer screwed tomorrow ... "

I stepped back, stunned. A grave? I realized while I was there in the night in an abandoned monastery, with a guy who was hiding his face behind a white mask and spoke of fairy. I think the only fairy I knew then it was the green fairy ... And the shot, forgive me my friend, but I have regretted my green fairy ...

"And yes, dear, I see you surprised ... A fairy tell you I? And I'm not asking you to believe me ... But if you knew and if the walls could talk, they would tell you what I can tell you know ... The walls and learn ... I am ... Let's go! "

I m'aprettais to turn around but it reminded me once ...

"And then, as you'll ever ... You do not even want? For is it not, you must see to believe? It's a look at the price of that currency will trust you ... Help me to get up ... We're going in the abbey church ... "

Get in on the Abbey? He must imagine, traveler, if you astray there, you'll never see her as I saw at that time. It was a strange monument that Abbey, high, ringed monstrous gargoyles that time had wrinkled, framing it so familiarly high heaven, but if any man was crumbling climb high enough to repair the beams collapsed ... It was a finished monument, a monument that would disappear one day ... Maybe the next day ...

"high-If yes, no man has gone there is True ... But I'm more of a man and despite my poor health and my body swaying, wobbling more than this monument lost, I answered your security ... "

I followed him so ... Know why we are always pushing the doors? We always know why we want elsewhere and others? Ah, if I had the right to look through the keyhole and if I had seen, if I saw my friend, as I see you now, you who joins now, I don ' would not have hesitated a moment, I would have pushed that door and do it again if I press it again ... you ... Door opens door opens you again ... again ... Oh my friend! Selene Oh! Why? What remains for you it you? What is happen when everything is finished? How many years of remorse, how many years of why!

"-Enter ... but be careful, we're still as guests ..."

I frowned ...

'But no, do not worry, I still have my ways ... "

We entered into what was then a cold church and stripped of all its relics. Alone in a corner, a table, large, representing the most beautiful woman I ever saw in my life ... And I swear, and that God or Satan or me witness, I fell in love with this picture ... The hair red, white skin, in a nocturnal landscape, a small smile with a dimple on her right cheek and eyes ... Those eyes should be the heart of autumn fall ... A sublime to the hollow where I would have wanted to rest a Life right ... Yes, one of those women who are given all at once ...

I saw the white face, the face of nothing my friend and I realized then what bound them ...

"-Remember this face, comrade of my nights without money ... Remember this face, because you'll see another earlier ... This other face, it is the price to pay for any man who loves and hurts the fairy tale, the queen of the fall ... My heart, my life, my death ... I present you Selene, my beloved, my love and my only ... But let us not dwell ... We must now see behind the scenes before the arrival of the day ... "

I was so compelled and forced to leave this enchanting face and his hair and eyes and ...

We left the fairy ... Yes, you were right my friend, a fairy ...

He stopped at a confessional, fall abandoned for centuries ...

He stared a while ...

Above was written: "If it's shores in winter you're running, climbing, but n not forget your share of joy ... If not flee these places ... "

" "That's good, very expensive, we can take place ... but remember, smile ... Smile ... Even in sadness, smiling ... And even smile for me smile because I have become impossible ... "

Then without my request is still marked by the sublime face of the table, I got into the confessional.

A thud was heard somewhere in the depths of the earth, put in motion a mechanism strange, I guessed that complex and can be magical ... Believe it, the confessional, then rose along the wall and took us to highest point of the abbey, where the top arrow familiarly to the stars ... A sort of lift if you wanted, which led me to a place even stranger, as one sees only in fairy tales ... and more to meet you indeed for the first time my friend, because no one really occurs when hearts are truly engaged, I had even the "thing" which transformed my life forever ...

To Be Continued ....

I dedicate this text to two people, two bloggers that I would not quote, discreetly, out of respect for her shyness and probably too ... It's strange how people you only know sentence may help you ... One by writing a little dance like your life and the other taking the pain of Christmas! And yes, because there are people who are alone at Christmas ... I am alone, I spend the evening with a book (a fairy tale no doubt ...) and a cup of tea! Because neither party favors and even less alcohol are done for me ... I do not drink (aside from the wormwood, from time to time that the premises are suitable and people too!) and I did not have the heart to laugh ... because the last time you wished me good year, I have not finished the year!

All my thoughts as to my co-writer, who help me to regain taste ... Just thank you ...

And finally, it is to you that I am looking little fairy ... May you one day you can return again and believe in me as I believe in you ... With all my love ...

The picture is of Dante Gabriel Rossetti.

This text was written: Corde Oblique (Prikosnovenie-Heavely), Ataraxia (Heavenly Voice) and Lisa Gerrard (Un ange passe) and Louisa John Kroll (as a souvenir tender).

soon ... Peace and Love!

Corde Oblique: http://anonyme.archive-host.com/cordeoblique-03-casahirta_qc94rfdjcj.mp3

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Ch 0: First night.

Chapter 0: Because I'm a cry in the night ...
Or how I met you.

That night, the night was already well advanced when I was walking down the street Fontenelle. The sweetness of this night is ending and the streets deserted, inviting me to a detour like to extend my drunkenness. So I decided to go through the park at the foot of the old abbey. By this time, the garden was a mass of shade, inviting me to penetrate even deeper into darkness.

I had not gone three steps when a noise, a whistling, caught my attention. It is rare to find in these times, people walking through the dark maze of black in our cities ... So I turned my gaze to the back of the park and I saw on a bench, hunched over a mass itself, and because the low light, I could not tell at the moment if it were a man or else "thing."

must tell you that this place and this bench there really something special ... On either side of the bench is two Lions, as can be seen in China, Lions luck with body Dragons ... Soon these two chimeras were soon to indulge their most terrible secret. That's where I was going to meet the most shocking of my life, the strangest ...

I also must admit that until I see it and until I talk to him, I was not much. I laughed at life and therefore death, love j'injuriais and my relationships were just erotisms passenger. So I approached

the whistle and I saw the saddest things. In the night, there was a white face, which shone very white. It was not there, a pale face, but a mask with two eye holes and a slit for the mouth. This face was the artificial extension of a twisted neck coming out of a bump, that would be hard to call the body. It was a sort of ball with this terrible mask that covered I do not know what. In the darkness, I saw hanging on a cane, deformed hands, as I amputated ... startled and even retreated.
"- I made you afraid? "The voice was human
and even sweet and pleasant had it not had that whistle from behind the mask. I guessed then that the man was breathing with great difficulty.
"- Do not worry, I'm a monster from the outside. "I have nothing
answered. I do not know why but I knew from the first words he uttered that my life would be changed this time a dice irreparably.
"- I do not trust and men of the night and I see that you are a ... "
I stood there staring at this man. I must admit that it was curiosity that made me accept his invitation to sit beside him.
"- The night itself bears the traces of those who want to roam without having to crawl under the agreed look, fake smiles and loud mouths ... The night time is the life of exiles, those who can walk land on the body without raising his eyes to the stars. "
At this point, I do not understand, but his voice had a certain charm and I stayed. I stayed until the end my friend and I believe I was the only one. I returned many times in this garden, which was also the grave of your love. But I did know that later.
"- I think we are all exiles. Long ago I lost my kingdom. Exile has no color, no skin, no heart ... "
I dared look at him and when he interspersed his sentences of silence, I saw myself as a being lost. I asked him his name.
"" I have had many names. Human names, names of animals but the people are dead ... Call me Remy. I think it was under this name that many recognize me. Although Remy is dead. "I raised my eyes
to the mask and speaking to me, I do not know why, I guessed in this white shell a sad face, sadder than sadness. Instinctively, I took a liking to this strange character.
"No," said he, not right away ... But you know, I have not always looked like this life ... When you loose, you amputate it, bit by little bit ... And it lasts, it lasts. Until death ensues! "
I do not know if they really eyes met my eyes that night but something new came into my life ...
" - People go through here, but it does not stop. You know I knew many cities and many places but that's all going to end, this is what the grave of my love and here I would stop permanently. "
His fingers are misshapen the knob of his cane, the body of a naked woman.
"-it happens, you just crossed my path and you'll be the last to know ..." I was
launch an objection, but the mask turned his head toward me.
"Look around you, no one ... If you came from, there's a reason. People do not cross with impunity. Why you do not know ... Come back tomorrow ... "
He then got up and I could see that body, twisted, deformed, swollen and I admit that is was the only time I had a sort of disgust on seeing the body sick, monstrous body.
He then turned to me and I swear that mask cried, I swear that the mask seemed to have become an imprint of pain that I froze and froze me to the depths of my heart. I do not know what is concealed behind but what was certain was the suffering that overflowed on all sides, a suffering that even the mask did not know remember.
"" I have not always been like that ... you know only see the beautiful the ugly ... We liked other monsters know better than anyone ... Come back tomorrow. "Se
were the last words uttered my strange companion for the night. I knew that I would return the next day.

Oh my friend, if you knew ... The lack of others is the worst thing. The world without the other is a monster ... The real monster is the world without you ... I miss you, as you missed it ... I do not yet know his name ...
My friend I miss you ...

PS: Of course these words are completely turned to thee P VP ... They are for you ... With all my love ... Even if it nothing more ...

Re PS: For obvious reasons this is a shorter version of chapter ... Maybe one day ...

They have been written about the music: Dresden Dolls, The Cure and Louisa John Kroll ...
The illustration is by Monet.

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Mad Parade: Prélude. Blood Feast

Prelude to the parade ...

If you encounter do not laugh, do not insults, do not laugh ...
What makes the monster This is not the torpor of the reason is the death of love ... And I suspect today
someone or someone has a taste in the mouth of a corpse
... If I was given the onerous task of being his mouth, I'd do without hatred or insult . If he asked me to spit in the face of anyone, I would, even if it is not envy that I am missing ... I would respect the monster, as it is called, I would respect the fool as desired, I would respect ... I'd not spellcaster as he asked me, I would respect the unacceptable ... But I repeat, to build his life on a corpse, one comes inevitably repressed in the throat
... I'm so, tell you, dropwise, the story of one who was my only friend, to this heart that bleeds. I still hear your voice, drawling, I still hear you telling me about her and the beautiful lands that you saw.
Is there only in the eye of "freacks" that the world is a fragile pearl? Is there that the - those who know about the ugliness that beauty exists?
To keep everyone happy, though it would probably be in pain, I purposely changed the names and places. My friend, you see, despite these years I'll still cry and I'm the only one ... Maybe because it is only I who knows under that sky there ... But now you rest Finally ...
You see when I look in the mirror, and even though I consider myself a strong constitution bellle yet, so I understand that I am the monster is us, is you. In all my life, I have not stretched my hand, I did not help the other, I played my fate with ease ... I rejected that I did not and I avoided I no longer wished.
I hope that at least the top is beautiful and the parade that you have found Hyppolite failing Selene ... I have not known you can see, but I cry with you, this kingdom lost ... Selena ... Selena ... Words who want everything ... Some said magic words ... But where is the key to this kingdom? What begins
feast of fools, that the parade starts and is the kingdom of amputees, blind, bowl of ass, and without arms, without legs, lead us to heaven, Cart of Thespis, let us intoxicate our turn to finally forget what we should be. A parade
my friends ...

to Selena and your loving companion murdered in Hyppolite and all the freaks.


Ps: People are strange when you're abroad. The faces seem ugly when you are alone. And women seem perverse when they do not want you. The streets are not safe when it was the cockroach. When you're strange, faces come in the rain. When you're strange no one remembers your name. When you're strange ...

RE PS: I would try as much as possible to put you here and elsewhere, this tale is not beautiful, which is done wrong ... But who says finally. ..

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Blood Feast.

USA-1963.

Directed : Hershell Gordon Lewis.

Scenario: Alison Louise Down.

Performers: William Kerwin, Connie Mason, Mal Arnold, Lynn Bolton, Scott Hall.

Images: Hesrhell Gordon Lewis.

Music: Hershell Gordon Lewis.

Production: David Friedman

Duration: 67 minutes.

Synopsis: A restaurant kills Egyptian women to bring back to life a deity.

And we see in the background, when the eye dares to descend
Beyond life and breath and noise.
An awful black sun shines where the night.

Victor Hugo. What does this mouth shade.

Introduction: The chronology bloody.

On the walls of the cave illuminated by a flickering light, shadows dance, pointing here and there designs. The light and animate them with a blow, a spear penetrates the side of an aurochs, a penetration violent and bloody. Stage of life, lest too. Then the man as if to exorcise his inner demons, to ejaculate as fears buried deep inside him, draw violent scenes, foreshadowing the appearance of gods and early days of slavery. For the man who tamed his fear is a free man ... The magic of hieroglyphics, the magic of writing, 2001: A Space Odyssey The Journey ... fabulous!


April 1886. On a dock in Paris, a small crowd that will be mass magnifying ... She wants to even one child is called the Green Street. An angel's face, resting on a red seat. An angel's face, pale, dead ... The crowd, which is no longer a crowd but an audience has come to be called identify the dead child, she especially wants to feel the corpse. A short loan at the same time is the big horn and the waxworks, museum of petrified statues in a life that is not one and a death that is not the end. So, we just see all these small deaths, as if to reassure, to see life as ... Feeling immortal put a distance between us and the abyss.


1899, it seized a magician of the cinema. The magic invites himself to the cinema ... Méliès films Suicide of Colonel Henry and screen head explodes. The blood gushes, that of "Spear", death takes the blank canvas ... Film is this strange place, the cave or the shadows of life and death mate, or the past meets the present day, without leaving a only part of the future. A distance that the lantern between us and our prophetic destiny. A history of distance ....


1929. In the foreground, one eye is cut in two, a woman's eye. In the sky a cloud passes in front of a moon. They cry foul, Dali and Bunuel are on the brink of history at the stake avce Andalusian Dog! Yet here combines the raw violence and poetry the craziest. A dream awake, which arise on the walls of our consciousness so much engulfed, eros and thanatos ... This is true for many of the first act, horrific. For me it is the best! Because of Eros and Thanatos ...


That said we finally arrive at the film that interests us, the feast of blood, the Feast of Fools, the crowning of the voyeur, the beginning of the end ... But why this tedious
introduction, filled with dates? Because it is important to understand that cinema is not an evolution (or revolution) but it is artistic creation is modern and scientific what ever happened to cut ancient myths, religions called archaic, it is the end of this thread that the first man hung a few years ago by freezing on the walls of a cave, his fears, he transformed in god and he sought to "separate", putting a distance between him and the Thing! The film does say that the end of our society ... It was all there and destiny fulfilled almost without us. I hope you have grasped the links I wanted to weave and I'll talk later.



1-Just for a glance of you ...

The film addresses the need of a voyeur. We are well, we poor humans, controlled by impulses that have been put in us, that drives most of us are trying to hide. Yet we always answer that one and only ever need. More money as well if our day could be eternal, more notes to the point of forgetting the melody, more images to create cubism and more ready, ever willing, to the point forget even the very nature, I mean the natural vision. The real creation Film is the editing. Every image maker is one day faced with this great adventure ... And if there is mounting that the vision offered by the cinema is not a natural vision. The proof of the close-up.
I spoke earlier of Chien Andalou, the film was for me the penny barrier to cross before reaching the unreachable. To achieve this it will be inaccessible just a big plane, that of the eye sliced in half, cut its hemisphere and connected to the lunar symbolism.

Far from me to suggest an analysis of Chien Andalou is why, if you I could, I would retain for the moment that this Focus. The act itself is a violent act, but that this violence create or at least the highlights, it is precisely the fact that the eye is filmed at the ready, or so unnatural vision of Agenda intimate. Which would not have had to be seen and show here. What was the order of intimacy, or what in the classical theater should have happened behind the curtain here is the center of our attention. It explodes in front of us and crossed the course of "unshowable, ie the obscene (in the sense that it can not be shown on stage) so even the gore ... With Focus, we take the ultimate step of the film, we forget the soul, the human context for us to fix what should never be seen. If Godard said the Traveling is a moral issue, I would say the Focus is a moral issue ... For the Closeup, to penetrate the intimate, innermost in the mind of a viewer who is not prepared for this. The big plan is the most despicable act of the film, it is the domain of gore! I want to prevent the wholesale level may also be something symbolic and sometimes it must not clinging stupidly to the classification plans as if there was a fixed grammar of cinema, but went for the strength of the symbol in the picture ... So here
We arrived at Hesrhell Gordon Lewis ... In 1963, this director U.S. is a minor Hollywood craftsman. A small manufacturer of nudies, that is to say, bands that are sold in the drive-in or scenario needs to include some nude shots of simple but crisp. Moreover Blood Feast proposes a fine example when the not very beautiful (sorry!) Connie Mason, who is basically a simple palymmette takes sunbathing in the company of some nice friends. That is, it gives you an idea of what kind of band that could produce Lewis.

But then, in 1963, with his friend and producer David F. Friedman, he cried and turns following one of these nice junk, a new film, something like: "nothing comparable in the annals the horror ... "Shot very quickly, just as quickly written by an ex-cop, Hershell Gordon Lewis is the creator, today is nicknamed the grandfather of gore, the first true reel bloody ... So that

'is what makes it unique, what makes that the film becomes a "first"? Well for me, is clearly the close, with all its psychological and symbolic value. Closeup of dismemberment by example. Well, as many say now, it's not as good as Lucio Fulci, but it is the only director who said Gore really my opinion, because it is the only one who knew how to wear as far aesthetics and "mythology" of the dismemberment of the liquefaction of flesh, blood dripping, bursting from the scene and framework with a lot of Focus.

course, Blood Feast has its share of horror and level of intimacy.
But it is a big plan said to me the whole movie and even said that all the gore. Strangely, this plan, not a bloody.

Fuad, the murderer, is an Egyptian shop. You'll see later what happens in the background, behind the big red curtain that hides behind his shop. Between a woman's mother, Connie Mason. She wants to organize an original meal for the birthday of his daughter. And then the genius of Lewis, also included more or less Mabuse, Dr. hypnotic, it inserts a close, very close eye. A close-up that lasts and lasts and lasts ... It is so hypnotized, and highlight, so are we. For once, as we will do may we never shared an intimacy with the killer sound bad ... This large pan symbolizes attraction, this inability we have to look away from even in our control. It most certainly look there, but less intimate, that would be the child of Green Street ... We are caught in the mouth look, this abyss where we dive in face to face this disease. You see all the subtlety of the big plan? And that Herschell Gordon Lewis who supply us with large purely gore ... Something is palpable, something supernatural and surreal ... At the time we violate the privacy others, with this camera brings us closer and thus magnifies the character as a monster and at the same time it violates our privacy. While this close-up says a lot ... And we see at the bottom of the eye can see ... the crimes we see the blood ... But this blood there, it is known already, it is already in us, but if you prefer the other ... As in the days of gladiators ... We see and we vomit with our eyes. There's that look of Fuad and must be put in parallel with the atrocious crimes he commits! That's true
creation of Lewis, to go further than the eye, further the scene and pushing without fear, with a rapid gesture, the red curtain that hides all the abuses of Fuad, who hides all that is inside us ... The inside us ... The inside of the mad ... If the wide shot highlights the internal structures of a given system, the Focus highlights the internal himself within the more invisible becomes visible, but without structure, without the world, or world without the structure of world wide shot ... The pile of tripe is more body, it is a structure, a body part cut off from the rest. Each

crimes proposed by Herschel Gordon Lewis puts This evidence, ie plans, objects, things, bodies or whatever else, that are "cut" and many more cut off from the world of objects without backgrounds who become forms such barbaric and brutal these associations surreal. Le Chien Andalou is an exquisite corpse, Blood Feast is an exquisite corpse that will restore more.

Warning I am not saying that Blood Feast is a surrealist film, no, it is even in my opinion, human all too human, but I say that asking the gore it raises the close and even goes away (as if we already had this in the Andalusian Dog) by adding this violates the intimate, color ... Still, for me the real question of gore, and that's why I want both estimated Lucio Fulci, remains close. By cutting an object from its context, the context is in fact a kind of expansion, a monster that still glues together a reality in it, by itself, is injected horror. By cutting a leg, removing it from its context is in fact an atrocity .... In this sense

Blood Feast is a film without substance, I mean, no depth of field. At no time have we the right to put in perspective, so any time we can guess a future, any ounce of joy ... The Focus engulfs the body and the eye devour them. The close approaches while denying the individual, ie, all the symbolism and it's next to Fuad, we approach the monstrous result of falling asleep. I think it's the gore and it is my opinion that makes Blood Feast a great movie in this genre and maybe even the one ... here we cross a threshold in terms of image, n has rarely had crossed. The adult sense of the term, the horror is almost free ... Let us renew us here, with the spear, we do not seek not explain the world, to put it into perspective or equation, we just constons, helplessly. We see it in a hypnotic state, as the first man had to watch in horror, lightning descend loan of his cave. It was the notion of rationality that is reread it ven in question, our daily c'ts itself becomes unbearable to the point where we can no longer understand it.

That said, I hope and heard, we must necessarily take an interest in what's more gore in the film: the crimes. That women of course ... The first filmed crime, even before the credits, is to me a lesson in staging despite the basics used by the director. It should be absolutely even, although I'm not going to talk about it here. However note that in this first crime as in all others, there is no prospect, a wall here, elsewhere the night, yet another wall. Can not say the world can not be in the world and impossible to escape.

Nothing is possible, not even the love ... Look at this little quiet on the beach couple, who broke the rule of the twelve strokes of midnight, and who will be killed. All crimes have their big plane. All shows us that faced with the impossibility reign a nameless horror. Example

even more striking is the crime or the sound is more before the murder or at the time of the crime, the real sound comes a cry. As if reality did not come to pass, always overtaken by horror. The close-up of crimes brings us face to face, like the close eye of Fuad nius placed face to face with the unspeakable, to the unfathomable and abject. This is what makes me feel a great movie gore and they are few ...

I want before moving on to something else, as noted in more close-up, use the blur. On several occasions during these scenes lethal, the plan becomes blurred, bypassed by the act of assembly, but still clearly visible anyway. The blur is two things: excess and lack of precision. The excess when approaching things too, when the camera physically reacts to this sudden and brutal approach. The focus is no longer.

It also lacks precision because it is as surprised by the object that is filmed, surprised to find so close, a sort of reaction on contact with flesh. In this gray area, so there is this something that indisble, this kind of black hole, this variable is that we move towards the unknown. The blur in

Hercshell Gordon Lewis, is this inability to tell the world, this inability to go further ... Censorship? No, I do not think ... More of a physical reaction of the camera facing the biological unbearable ... A tale of morality? No. For if the Focus, as we have said above is a moral issue, the guarantor is not the director but the editor who chooses to keep or not to insert or not ... No, it s IS there some kind of filmmaker anxiety, an anxiety that results in an odd inaccuracy, which is reflected within the same plan ...

Blood Feast is not a film that tells the world, but that does not tell the world that ignores the world to pass through the object, the body itself being an object the victims being nothing more than meat. Apart Fulci film has never been this far in the unspoken in the world not in what I call for my part, the big nowhere. To find equivalent should go toward the painting on the side of Bacon, Soutine, the monochrome Malevich (is there any more btl way to say goodbye to the eye) and may create a situation same side of abstractions, which are the only images that go far in the direction where it passes through the material ... carrement


2 / archaic and Primitivism:

course as you can imagine by reading this short note, I have chosen to Blood Feast as gory scenes, murders in doing. It may be that there is not much more ... I told you Blood Feast is a film without substance ...
But it should nevertheless not overlook the rest of Hershell Gordon Lewis ... Car is here demonstrate an archaism and a great primitivism fabulous! For my part, I find it very beautiful. We often forget the simple things, what makes these simple things are lost. Remember these words of Robert Bresson who said why put two violins there or did you need a ... Well, this is not really the case in Blood Feast, and I would say there's Baroque this film, especially in this first great opening scene, blue etc. ...
But it should also remind us of Picasso having shown all the paintings from the Prado, fall in love with a statue of African art that the simple and primitive lead to other paths, those hence we know. The archaism of
Hesrhell Gordon Lewis in the mists of time. Remember my introduction to the cave. Remember the red curtain that now we have not crossed and that is years behind shop Fuad. It ets time now passed through ...

and here we are, or have we entered? In the cave, this place closed or create the bloody cult, or create a new goddess, golden calf ... Back to the source of humanity back into the cave first ... There we have it and then you understand that interconnection Blood Feast involves. We travel for millions of years ago. By choosing a sort of sorcerer of ancient times in a lost civilization that can not recognize the name of morality again and again, Lewis takes us into the worlds forgotten, the cruelty first, under the guise of gods, engage the worst abuse.
Again in this cave of horrors, the basis of our humanity and generator matrix of morality, there is no escape, no putting into perspective.
must then look to Méliès the magician to understand (you see it was worth my introduction !). Plans Méliès is commonly said to resume the position of the gentleman of the orchestra. This means that there is not in the films of Méliès camera moves and in its fixity the machine next to the wife everyman, the eyes of a follower lambda in a theater. This does not detract from the magic and beautiful films of this brilliant designer.

Well, in this fabulous idea of primitivism, Lewis takes up such plans, filming the front, trapping the light, not always in horror elsewhere, and giving more a show (we think the great horn of course!) which still says unable to see and even the inability to escape the rest ... a kind of filmed theater, as can be seen among others in the scenes (catastrophic ??!!) the police station, on a theater to be played as above, above the world without being able to see or feel ... Maybe the awful truth is there ... Just in the impossible, the unattainable ...

Blood Feast is a movie so strange, both pioneer, discoverer of new land, but at the same time reconnecting with the beauty of the primitive, the archaic and film to fit. A film that says nothing and is the only message is there, ie the impossibility of say, show what does not show. Lewis, pioneer crossing borders that nobody crosses with equal skill and bravery with exception of Lucio Fulci.


Then of course, Blood Feast is a film a bit old, a little past but whatever ... C'st also what makes it so charming. It remains as always a trace of the finest archaic, the one I prefer, one that remains attached to my heart like a bullet: the story ... because Fuad is a bad wolf who devours the poor girls, but who will pay for his crimes and his abject cannibalism.


For me it is a pinnacle that the author himself never equal ...

I do not know yet what I will soon ... And I do If I do not know ... I do not know ... I do not even know if I would continue in any case ... Thanks to the few who read me ... Frankly it's been very happy ... Thanks for comments ...

8 Months Pregnant And Sore Tummy

The Last House on the Left

The Last House on the Left.
(The Last House On The Left)
USA-1972.
Directed, screenplay, editing : Wes Craven.
Performers: David Hess, Lucy Grantham, Sandra Cassel, Marc Scheffler, Ada Washington, Fred J. Lincoln.
Images Victor Hurwitz.
Music: David Alexander Hess.
Production: Sean S. Cunningham Films Ltd..
Duration: 82 minutes.

Synopsis: Mary Collinwood and her friend Phyllis Stone go to a concert. But here on their way Krug and it crosses his strange family. The abject horror can begin ...

It is so few filmmakers, maverick, walking parallel to the system who do not fear anyone or anything, ready to go where no other dares s adventure, deciding to go through the nightmare, the same nightmare that we are trying somehow to hide every day but which is nevertheless there, although now, everyday I dare say. Directors who remind us that what we commonly refer to horror, fantasy or gore is not only a genre used to thrill at parties popcorn (although I have nothing against, I would say that's Cool!), or a mere spectacle perverse and obscene. No, sometimes it is much more than that and there or critical outcry, we have even a complete work.

is the case with The Last House on the Left , released in 1972. Wes Craven is one of those filmmakers who are trying, daring and that in at least two of these films, in my opinion the most remarkable of his long movie career, and even the history of cinema in general. Both films are for me the last house on the left and The Hills Have Eyes (again, everything is in the title and zap especially the remake of Alexandre Aja!).

Craven, throughout his career has always in fact filmed reality that the most abrupt, even Freddy is fantastic or a pretext, the declination of storytelling and Jungian archetypes (in a word a bad wolf and poor girls, the base of everything, to simplify things). For the subject of Craven has always been that ... The sociological basis of most of these films, at least most successful of these again, the family and especially the destruction of the family unit, and the mirage that it proposes. Craven's work looks at one of the most minimal units of society, the family cocoon then, and shows how it is dust and how most of the time the individual is far more animal what he thinks with cruelty in addition (on this The Hills Have Eyes is his most successful and unfortunately this aspect is completely erased by Aja). The famous reptilian brain is the essence of the horror film and more particularly the slasher, that is to say the movie or the hero has only one goal: survive at all costs against the "undertaker mitt" as it is called Freddy, Jason and Myers. The question is always whether what we are fighting against and why not. Craven also decline this theme in one of the most striking works, which will boost the taste for this kind of film with the younger generation: Scream (note again the strength of titles in this film! ). So in Scream, Sidney (Neve Campbell's fabulous!), Must survive against an Slasher wearing the mask of anguish (reference to Munch and engineering staging plastic) while moving within a family is not really one, since the mother is absent, dead, and she was also not necessarily creep in his lifetime. And while the film can be summed up in this dark tale of family ... I'll come back later. We also find this theme in Freddy's first name ... But the first
cravienne heroine (here's a pretty neologism is not it ... But with this film it is almost obligatory!) Is Colinwood Mary (Sandra Cassel Lincoln) and it encounters the first real villain cravien, called Krug.

Mary is a girl "well, all that a more normal, a father, a mother, a dog, a big house etc. ... It's his birthday, Mary was to become a woman, she will change, evolve ... The images of Craven are also on this level that 'compelling, the film opens on a nature and trees to fall colors. While Mary reached the spring, the flower of age, to screen the leaves fall and nature prepares for the big sleep! From the first shots is the genius of Craven exploding, all symbolic of the shift, games troubling oppositions that is the whole system which is built Last house on the left. Plan troubled Mary modest in the shower, or rather not to view, through a shower curtain, a reflection in water of the wood ... This denotes the parallel

... Country music, referring to the Leaving Theatre and all illusions (I stress the word deliberately!) of the 60's. Of course Mary is in the air time and she goes with her best friend to one of these representations in fashion at the time and this against the wishes of those parents who still come to offer him a Peace And Love pendant. Conflict of generations, the age gap, first act of "decomposition" of the family unit! It is necessary that youth be done. Engineering still writing in Craven, since all that is said in the space of just ten minutes and everything goes through the image in a minimum of dialogue ...
But, again, The Last House on the also left all of a tale. The girls, the undergrowth and the ugly wolf. Only remains to find the moral!
As a story, I said, Mary Collinwood (note the choice of name and surname!) Down into the slums to find the wolf in spite of herself. Shift again between the life of Mary, his big house and everything else and what kind of neighborhood ... The wolf that intersect the two girls is called Krug is the face of horror that appears. At Craven it almost seems that there is only one name, which later became Krug Krueger ... We must stop some time on the evolution of this character. Human figure in The Last House on the Left, burned and skinned alive in the Freddy saga to become a "hybrid" because both Scream mask and human, doubling human (or monster that is your choice) because behind the mask this hides two people!

But here, the face of the horror is Human All Too Human ... I told you earlier, Craven delivers a devilishly realistic film which reinforces the cruelty of this film. The rest is history, the two girls are being raped and tortured. It was in this part that has withheld criticism of the time, a vulgar film perverse thrill for the mentally ill. A simple Rape and Revenge (you ravish me I revenge) ... I'm not a connoisseur of the genre and I think that apart from hanging matter I spit on your grave , I have not seen any ... Unless you consider The old gun like a Rape and Revenge ...
Rape and revenge, then, a film that puts us in place of the voyeur, which requires us frontal view of the horror ... But where such a film as I spit on your grave rightly adopts blabla linear the mink violent and voyeuristic, Craven transcends the genre and yet another stroke of genius goes far!
This stroke of genius is the opposition, the confrontation of two worlds, through the use of assembly and especially the parallel connection. Simply put two actions from different places but at the same time its shown successively on the screen. Here in this case, still in the desire to tackle the family unit, Craven in a parallel between the family and the Krug family Collinwood. Thus, while the parents of Mary innocently preparing his birthday, their daughter is raped. Protects the family do anything! Subtlety of Craven, which means failure to use all the great resources of cinema to make The Last House on the Left a superb film.

Opposition thus two families. One easy, etc ... The rich man living in a tiny apartment, kissing each other before we would even be entitled to ask the question of inbreeding, drinking ... etc. You get the picture ... Two types of families, but none is better than the other ... There is nothing good in the world of Craven, rejecting both the lifestyle of 60's (hippie we say) and both the lifestyle bourgeois (it is a shorter and hopefully the idea is still included!) ... With Craven, everything is ruined. For responding to the diagram Rape and Revenge, comes after the rape revenge. And there were the parents of poor little Mary who show ingenuity to avenge their daughter animal, cruelty is no better than c'elle Krug family ... This little bourgeois family is right-minded shows violent, the woman knows how to attract men (and I'll go there as the food at the pool!) and his brave family doctor knows to create traps, like those that American youth were asked and subjected to same time in Vietnam ... We now understand the greatness of the film ... Committed Craven, whistle-blower and pessimism! The man is no better than an animal, man is a wolf to man and director at the same time refers back to back the U.S. and the Viet Minh, the Ugly and the judge, the offender and victim ! By scratching the family unit is a whole system that attacks Craven and everything collapses. But Craven

outbid the troubling when injected into the inhumanity of mankind ... Plan sublime, but atrocious, or Mary comes from being raped and instinctively, she then advanced, back in the water of a small pond (the importance of good water on both baptism, washing, and also refers to the film The source of Bergman, the last house on the left wants to be a remake) ... later plan, tightened, the faces of the torturers with, among other Krug who wrings his hands bloodied, almost embarrassed and shocked by what he has done. Only when false humanity in the film and it comes from the darker side ...
And what about the cops roles if it's secondary, treated as a sort of Laurel and Hardy, idiots, incapable of doing nothing! They must even in the midst of chickens on this country road not so quiet! Ridiculous!

Craven book so, in my humble opinion, a great movie, a complete work that would be too easily pigeonholed as just a film offends. Especially since the pictures are beautiful, made with little means (some are porn actors and production by Sean S Cunningham future director of Friday the 13th at the time specialized in porn!) but has to be pretty damn convincing.
Some images are still of pure beauty ... And they are these images? C'elle of nature that continues its life as if nothing had happened, what fucking good of humanity, or rather the non-humanity that runs through the crowd and the pit! Only in
The Hills Have Eyes that Craven will go as far with this family uprooted arguing with his caravan in a desert disturbed by nuclear tests ... I'll be back on this film shortly after. Let us have the time to recover from the last house on the left.

Soon: Blood Feast and 2000 Maniacs or when Gore made his movie ... Or come in almost ...

Fotos De Munheres Peladas

Introducing ...

Film is inherently magical.

In the room, complete darkness.

Then suddenly, on the screen, which just minutes earlier was a deathly white, here come alive now lives, loves, tears, screams and a whole bunch of other little things, people that we meet and then we left, bastards that are insulting, girls we love, just one time, the time of a film. .. It must be how to film a lifetime? Hard to say but can not be that much ...

faces and figures, lights and shadows, music and silence ... The cinematography and the art of writing in images, to tell the words away ... Then everyone leaves
in heart with stories sometimes sublime and other times you spin the nausea but never useless ... Certainly this is done because should be done, what needed to be said is said ...
A film is a small town that is activated before us, screenwriters, cinematographers, electricians to light up with smiles and tears ... For Ms. Deneuve is eternally young, so that Marilyn never goes away, so that you alpacino mouse finally ...
I would never say all the respect I have for the film ... put into words what we see and even what we "feel to even" is not an easy thing to tell you how ... the first time I got into a dark room ... How you say those things! How do you say that cinoche saved my life one night in June ...

difficult and yet that is what I tried to do here with some reviews and thoughts on movies ... As simple of course ...

My tastes go more toward the fantasy movies, horror or gore! You have been warned ...
But in my imagination (and my love of film buff!) Alongside Romero Godard, Resnais alongside Dario Argento, Mario Bava alongside Truffaut etc. ... All that to say I love the cinema at large and especially the cinema said gender ... That does not mean much in either ... Polar, Yellow, Bis and consort ... Anyway ... I like everything
catalog is some highbrow filmmakers boring (which they probably are) then it should sometimes give way to watch them just like that and we catalog of other "popular" with all that it is pejorative in the mouth of that, then they said sometimes much higher and much stronger property thinking that dare not speak!

So here ... Welcome to my little "field" to me or we talk about cinema and more particularly movie genre in his acceptance utmost!
Although you and giving you the pleasure (or displeasure) of reading!

PS: I'm really not hard to write an editorial ...
So, to paraphrase Jean Pierre Putters (to whom I owe a lot indirectly): Here is The Camera Obscura, no big words to show it, because tomorrow I 'd be dead! And if that's not a macabre sense of humor ...

The photo was taken from the film Cinema Paradiso (Film Giusseppe Tornatore-1989)