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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 ...

Dogs Zinc And Castor Oil

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 ...

What Is Included In A Good Cross Country Uniforms

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!

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