I'm freaking glad I am not Godard, who seems to be stuck in a limbo of inter-textual postmodern distancing and for long seems to have stopped to relate to people of flesh and blood. The "spontaneous" anti-aesthetic that Godard uses in its deconstruction of 3D movie commute often between headache-inducing and uninteresting but it shines occasionally. If nothing else, it shows up both Godard's 3D film's artificiality and its unique characteristics, but my goodness how tired you become in the end the old man's quips and his inter-textual and editing related ADHD.
The film is a pleasantly slow documentary (filmed in just two days in a style parodying 80s VHS arthouse) that revolves around some rural Hungarian alcoholics in the area of Gyula. A brilliant opening scene (8 minutes of newly released cows, no doubt the director's commentary of its audience), some excellent tableau(s) and, above all, hours and hours of Hungarian drunk ramblings, and some really nice electric organ, is what awaits the viewer.
If the adoption of this cliche-ridden story had been done in a more interesting way; maybe I would had considered it decent. Bresson should have worked more with the dramaturgy and removed most of the voice over that narrates exactly everything that you see in the image which is totally unnecessary and it becomes tiresome from the beginning. The wooden performances and the fact that you know its conclusion makes it worse. All this is due to bad directing by Bresson.
Executive producer of this film was Steven Schneider; the same man who is the editor of 1001 Movies You Must Se Before You Die. It is just a coincidence though; I'm sure this film is really good!
Nice to see how Pilsner Old man in the middle really shits in the card game, he just wants his beer. The eyes are popping out of their sockets of frustration as he waits. And if only that gay waiter could conjure up a hot dog too, he would be in nirvana. Pilsner and sausage, it's the old man in the center's life.
The upper class is out on some fun killing of animals and other shenanigans on the picturesque French countryside. In the evening wine and other beverages is served; their whorish inner souls become apparent and a classic run-of-doors-farce is a fact. A film about desire that fails because you can not for the life of god comprehend what somebody sees as attractive in anyone. Or were they deaf-blind throughout the huddle?
Strange feeling to live in a country in a time where all the sliding around in a bathrobe and considering who they will rape next time ... like a giant Playboy Mansion only populated by Asians.
A whole new genre; taking some known current guy and make up some stuff freely from the imagination. Ingenious idea. I'm excitingly waiting for the movie where Julian Assange founded WikiLeaks and then fights aliens in the Andromeda Galaxy. Or a Swedish variant where Stieg Larsson writes insatiable successful detective novels, dies, but is resurrected and will receive the 10 Commandments in the Israeli desert. The possibilities are endless, the only limit is your imagination
This year's story lines: - Was that ... a love affair? - No, no ... it was Søren Kierkegaard. Wonderful tight stylized acting, my annual quota mongo-Danish and a shitload of Danish coffee drinking was undeniably positive. But it can not overshadow the fact that there were a bunch of Danes who discussed jesus most of the time.
Of all the conspiracy theories that abound about this mythological film, it is probably the one that it would be a frontal attack on liver disease (Nashville; NASH = Nonalcoholic Steatohepatitis, Ville = City) who in any case I feel are the very weakest.
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Movie comment on Adieu au langage
Dolwphin
I'm freaking glad I am not Godard, who seems to be stuck in a limbo of inter-textual postmodern distancing and for long seems to have stopped to relate to people of flesh and blood. The "spontaneous" anti-aesthetic that Godard uses in its deconstruction of 3D movie commute often between headache-inducing and uninteresting but it shines occasionally. If nothing else, it shows up both Godard's 3D film's artificiality and its unique characteristics, but my goodness how tired you become in the end the old man's quips and his inter-textual and editing related ADHD.Movie comment on Sátántangó
Dolwphin
The film is a pleasantly slow documentary (filmed in just two days in a style parodying 80s VHS arthouse) that revolves around some rural Hungarian alcoholics in the area of Gyula. A brilliant opening scene (8 minutes of newly released cows, no doubt the director's commentary of its audience), some excellent tableau(s) and, above all, hours and hours of Hungarian drunk ramblings, and some really nice electric organ, is what awaits the viewer.Movie comment on Pickpocket
Dolwphin
The only positive in this film for me was Marika Green; it is a pity that she was not as naked as the narrative technique.Movie comment on Un condamné à mort s'est échappé ou Le vent souffle où il veut
Dolwphin
If the adoption of this cliche-ridden story had been done in a more interesting way; maybe I would had considered it decent. Bresson should have worked more with the dramaturgy and removed most of the voice over that narrates exactly everything that you see in the image which is totally unnecessary and it becomes tiresome from the beginning. The wooden performances and the fact that you know its conclusion makes it worse. All this is due to bad directing by Bresson.Movie comment on L'année dernière à Marienbad
Dolwphin
Perfect bathtub film, through the fog of scalding water, mentally numb overdose of bath salts and fine tile-eco of organ musicMovie comment on Paranormal Activity
Dolwphin
Executive producer of this film was Steven Schneider; the same man who is the editor of 1001 Movies You Must Se Before You Die. It is just a coincidence though; I'm sure this film is really good!Movie comment on Partie d'écarté
Dolwphin
Nice to see how Pilsner Old man in the middle really shits in the card game, he just wants his beer. The eyes are popping out of their sockets of frustration as he waits. And if only that gay waiter could conjure up a hot dog too, he would be in nirvana. Pilsner and sausage, it's the old man in the center's life.Movie comment on On the Waterfront
Dolwphin
Strength through purity, purity through faith. But you could of course drool over Brando anyway.Movie comment on La règle du jeu
Dolwphin
The upper class is out on some fun killing of animals and other shenanigans on the picturesque French countryside. In the evening wine and other beverages is served; their whorish inner souls become apparent and a classic run-of-doors-farce is a fact. A film about desire that fails because you can not for the life of god comprehend what somebody sees as attractive in anyone. Or were they deaf-blind throughout the huddle?Movie comment on Ugetsu monogatari
Dolwphin
Strange feeling to live in a country in a time where all the sliding around in a bathrobe and considering who they will rape next time ... like a giant Playboy Mansion only populated by Asians.Movie comment on Stagecoach
Dolwphin
well ... you understand that it happened as it happened to the Indians ... not direct any aces when it comes to tactics and strategic finesse.Movie comment on To Be or Not to Be
Dolwphin
Anything with a little Hitler usually supposed to mean that it is at least worth seeing, so here too. What a fucking style icon he was.Movie comment on Ag-o
Dolwphin
Cruelty to animals? Cheque. Sexual humiliation? Cheque. Kim Ki-Duk delivers from the very beginning.Movie comment on Le mépris
Dolwphin
In the lead role, Brigitte Bardot's ass. Brilliant casting.Movie comment on My Darling Clementine
Dolwphin
The same societal problems now as then: alcoholic Indians who glides around in town. God dammit.Movie comment on The Social Network
Dolwphin
A whole new genre; taking some known current guy and make up some stuff freely from the imagination. Ingenious idea. I'm excitingly waiting for the movie where Julian Assange founded WikiLeaks and then fights aliens in the Andromeda Galaxy. Or a Swedish variant where Stieg Larsson writes insatiable successful detective novels, dies, but is resurrected and will receive the 10 Commandments in the Israeli desert. The possibilities are endless, the only limit is your imaginationMovie comment on Ordet
Dolwphin
This year's story lines: - Was that ... a love affair? - No, no ... it was Søren Kierkegaard. Wonderful tight stylized acting, my annual quota mongo-Danish and a shitload of Danish coffee drinking was undeniably positive. But it can not overshadow the fact that there were a bunch of Danes who discussed jesus most of the time.Movie comment on Nuit et brouillard
Dolwphin
Germans. What a people.Movie comment on Lost Highway
Dolwphin
I have nothing against boobs, on the contrary, but it would have been nice with a big boner and then to balance the sex ratio.Movie comment on Il gattopardo
Dolwphin
What a fucking monster of a movie! Would I meet this movie a dark night, I would like to have with me the torch, silver cross and pitchfork.Movie comment on Nashville
Dolwphin
Of all the conspiracy theories that abound about this mythological film, it is probably the one that it would be a frontal attack on liver disease (Nashville; NASH = Nonalcoholic Steatohepatitis, Ville = City) who in any case I feel are the very weakest.Movie comment on The Act of Seeing with One's Own Eyes
Dolwphin
Infotainment of beautiful label! A (empirically) perfect film to gather the family around. Moreover, with an artistic ambition. Success!