Birdy, movie by Alan Parker

Al came back from the Vietnamese war. His face was stolen by a bomb, and his identity damaged. Now he tries to free his Birdy of a friend from his cage... and flee himself from his.

When your dream is crushed by reality as a bird crashes on a window, when you believed you can fly strong enough, will you give it a try?

Nice ending twist. A bit too "american cliché let's be free hurray" for my taste, but still nice. And guess what? The main part is played by Nicolas Cage...

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By the way, I discovered this movie thanks to Tagath (again) and this beautiful drawing she made of her character Neige, using "Birdy"'s DVD Jacket as a reference. The pic's quality is no good, but one has to forgive her: her scanner was dead...

The Magical 4

Sol - Do -Ré - Mi mineur

You're, like me, a guitar wannabe? Last time you tried playing, you entangled your fingers into the strings? Don't worry! There's a solution, and for once it's magic. Just learn the four magical chords and you'll virtually be able to play anything! (my, that sounded quite like an advertisement, right?)

Here's an awesome meddley to prove that point:

Are there -no, you're not dreaming- there are some people who DON'T love Pachelbel's Canon... all because of the Magical 4!

Quel homme, mon dieu quel homme [french]

Je me promenais sur l'avenue d'Internet inconnu quand je suis tombé sur cet article et le commentaire suivant...

L'article.

Il explique la photographie ci-dessus. Il s'agit d'une jeune femme transformée en créature mi-kangourou mi-singe parce qu'elle a, dans un mouvement de colère, fait tomber le Coran des mains de sa mère -cette dernière lisait trop fort et l'empêchait d'entendre la télé.

Bon, évidement, des tas de gens ont cru que cette histoire était vraie. Ce qui prouve déjà qu'il n'ont jamais entendu du seul vrai dieu, qui s'appelle Photoshop. Et qu'ensuite ils n'ont pas non plus entendu du seul vrai dieu (oui, encore!) qui s'appelle Internet, car cette photo est celle d'une sculpture de Patricia Piccini intitulée "Cursed Girl".

Le commentaire.

Je crois que certains personnes n'aiment pas qu'on leur résiste. Dur dur d'accepter de le fait qu'être un homme ne signifie pas être tout puissant...

Personnellement, je pense que les hommes ayant renoncé au pouvoir tyrannique qu'ils avaient sur les femmes sont ceux qui savaient en avoir assez dans le pantalon pour obtenir ce qu'ils veulent autrement que par la force. Les vrais leaders, quoi.

Quant à lui, je suis certaine de ne pas en vouloir... Laissons-le à sa main droite, les filles, au moins y en aura une qui l'aime !

"1192

—Raphaël Zacharie de IZARRA:
27 déc 09 à 03:49

MACHO

Les eunuques ont pris place dans notre société émasculée. Toute une génération qui se sent à l’aise dans ce monde de caniches. Il ont leur leur roi -couronné de dentelles- et ce roi s’appelle Dupont, leur olympe -le poulailler-, leurs lois -le code des pédés-, leurs grands centres de féminisation aussi, nommés « médias », « république », « publicité ».

Leur pire ennemi : la virilité. Leur credo : la castration. Leurs opinions : celles de leur femme.

Poules d’eau vêtues de tutus mentaux, mauviettes mouillées dans les affaires de tata, héros du métro chaussés de pantoufles, ces roquets à la dent molle prônent le nivellement des sexes, l’édulcoration des genres, voire le total rabaissement phallique, confondant volontiers la morale du mâle avec le code du parfait châtré.

Ils ont une fierté de limace, des intentions de toutous, des revendications de soumis.

Persuadés de respecter la femme parce qu’ils la laissent démocratiquement piétiner leur épée de son talon-aiguille (ce fer-de-lance de la volaille en révolution), tordre leur marbre originel devenu bâton de guimauve, briser leur double vase solaire, ils sont devenus féministes, sodomites, avorteurs…

Et prennent leur dévirilisation pour de la galanterie.

Rasés de la tête aux pieds, annelés comme des bestiaux matés et adoptant les moeurs veules, plates, flasques des hôtes des potagers, ils ont fini par arborer la face placide des pantins poltrons, singer les allures ternes des mignons moineaux de mai…

Au nom de la parité Mars-Vénus ces jolis sont d’accord avec toute avancée de la cause pourvu que leur panache piteux de coquelets déplumés ne dépasse pas la permanente des porteuses de jupes qui les tiennent en laisse…

Après avoir lamentablement poussé les caddys de supermarchés, ces torcheurs de nourrissons s’attèlent aux landeaux… Ils donnent même le biberon ! A quand l’allaitement ?

Moi je suis un macho, un vrai. Sans chaîne.

Mâle immémorial, héritier sain de mes gamètes intacts, imperméable aux siècles, antipathique mais authentique, nulle femme ne saurait me dénaturer.

Je suis un dominant, un vainqueur, un lion.

Porteur du sceptre qui désigne l’astre masculin auquel je m’identifie, je sais où est la place de l’homme et où est celle de la femme.

J’ai avec moi l’autorité innée de ceux qui ont conscience d’être fils de Râ et s’en glorifient. Au lieu d’en rougir devant l’autel mensonger des féministes.

Un mâle est un seigneur, la femme son naturel laudateur.

C’est la loi.

La loi des sexes, non celle du siècle. Toute descendante d’Eve qui se révolte contre la souveraineté de son demi-dieu n’est pas digne de se faire ensemencer. La gloire de la femme est dans les germes d’humanité qu’elle porte en son sein, non dans le venin du féminisme qu’elle inocule à son maître.

Je suis un macho, un pur, un dur, sans artifice. Ma pensée est de fer, mon front est lumineux, mon flanc divin.

Mon regard choisit, ma main désigne, mon bras décide, la femme dit oui.

Borné, moi ?

Non, simplement burné."

Braindead, movie by Peter Jackson

Very gore! (aka disguuusting). Very fun! (aka fun).
No-one will ever love you like your mother...

Braindead's pratical guide:

You'll know your mother has turned into a zombie when:

1. she eats a dog
2. she eats a nurse
3. she fights the nurse she'd previously eaten to earn the right to eat you
4. she starts wearing doors as bracelets
5. she just. won't. die.
   

Zombies, the essential:

1. First of all, know that "they're not dead exactly, they're just... rotten."
   
2. Praise "divine intervention"!
3. Mix zombies out of habit.
   
4. Zombie lamps are fashionable. Buy one.
5. Don't ever invite zombies at diner. Seriously. EVER.
   
6. Don't try running on blood.
7. Fear zombie looove!
8. Fear zombie hand jobs.
   
9. Fear zombie killers.
10. And remember: zombie's inside are beautiful.
    

Fun fact:

Tim Balme

looks like

Thierry Lhermite

And remember, folks: if you ever happen to hear your girlfriend say "Ay, Fernando! Your mother ate my dog!" now that your date is not going so well.

Morse, movie by Tomas Alfredson

The interesting thing about this vampire movie is that its vampire star is a twelve year old person, Eli. She (or he, as she-he lost gender) meets Oskar, a young Swede bulied at school on a regular basis, and starts a relashionship with him.

It's not a bad movie, but it's, well... a movie. Staring old-fashioned vampire, that's relief. I liked the fact that Eli truly acted as if blood did not matter. And the final scene (off with their heads!

The Lovely Bones, movie by Peter Jackson

I'd say this is a movie about mourning and learning how to deal with one's grief (or, quoting: "You have a tomb in the middle of your house!").

It's a visually beautiful movie, extraordinary, and its musics are awesome too, and you'll just die because of all that cliffhangers and suspense! Oh, and you may cry a little all the movie long.

I think it's even better than What Dreams May Come by Vincent Ward, wich is also a breathtaking movie (however it deals with death more than with grief), with lovely sceneries and Robin Williams. But it's a bit more of an "action movie", as there's the typical american rescue scene; plus, I don't agree with its vision of suicide. However, it's damn worth seing too.

What Dreams May Come: into the painting

Heavenly Creatures, horror movie by Peter Jackson

Two teenagers meet and bond while they'd always felt alone. When they parents decide to separate them, they feel like dying, and thus death occurs.

This is a very beautiful, deep film that does not concentrate only on the main characters Pauline and Juliet but also on their relatives; let's say for short it's not a black and white movie.

By the way, homosexuality is a mental illness. ... XD Best. Joke. EVER.

See more details of the poorly called "Parker-Hulme murder" at Wikipedia.

The Phantom of the Opera 2005

It doesn't begin in media res as the others movies (1925, 1943, 2005), but as a rememberance which takes place in a very nostalgic and romantico-gothic atmosphere. The auction guy's voice enhacts as a narrative voice, which is not that surprising as many people might have seen the previous movies and went to see this one in order to revive some of its magic.

I'd say this movie is a fanfiction, which turned an opera into an opera within the opera. It features stunning sceneries and more surreal scenes, idealised from the former stories. Even if it often looks like more a circus than an Opera...

Characters are quickly introduced, and they history and parts are immediately displayed. The fact is, the previous movies were condensated in this movie's first part in order to pursue the story further on (which merely consists on fighting over a woman. Yeah).

Some of the scenes are similar to scenes of the previous movies, maybe as a reference, maybe it's maybelline (yes, again. It's getting late and I'm getting tired). However, the story differs in many points, and is often the complete oposite of 1990's film. For instance, it's all about love, and not of music or inspiration. It might even look like a sad, sad story about how a girl confronts her Oedipean complex and leaves her crazy father for a pretty lad who's also rich and a viscount.

I liked the twisted ending, as I'm not against massive movie Opera destruction. Plus, it seems like Indiana Jones had a little trip in those dungeons, once, and left a little souvenir...

Here's the stage Catherine vs Eric duet, for us to compare with the 1990's one:

The special effects are great (I loved the Opera morphing back into past at the very beggining of the film), but this modernity sucks out some of the authenticity of the era.

I like some of this film's ost best, maybe because I'm used to that kind of music, maybe it's maybelline... Plus, I like Nightwish, which might help. But, well, some of the musics are at the level of "Johanna" of The Evil Barbor by Tim Burton... Plus, CATHERINE IS NOT SINGING OPERA!! At the beginning at least. A shame for an Opera singer, right? Such a good illustration of the evolution of our ways of singing, from italian Operas to Edith Piaf, to Vanessa Paradis, to men also singing as girls... Thank you, mike inventor. Look at what you've done! You've castrated voices and we love it.

Characters:

La Carlotta : In short (very short, less than 10 poor minutes) she's a bitch. She's been given an horrid speaking voice, is heavily depicted as a bad singer (a bit like Lina Lamont in Singing in the Rain) and a whinny capricious mood-swinging ridiculous character. One does not feel any compassion for her, as one could have with her 1990's version (but in the end. Sorry for that, madam).


Eric: He's both ugly and beautiful, and as mad as a genius... that's a bit too much for him not to have turned into a Gary-Stue, don't you think? He's more angry than 1990's Eric. He longs for revenge rather than for love, he wants to posses rather than be. He's such a filthy capitalist, send the communists to get him!

He only wears half a mask, which is still according to 1990's design, but lets us see an especially pure and beautiful face when 1990's Eric might have appeared a bit of a "monster" or an animal. It seems like our era can accept deranged psychos, but only if the're pretty. And the prettier they get, the nastier they are. Morals are as good as ever. Appreciate it.


If you've not got it yet, the message here is following: If you ever meet a perfect man, know that he's wearing a mask, and that he does not want you to see what's behind that mask. This movie points out the darkness within us... No, wait. 1990's movie pointed out madness, sadness, due to a dejection based on looks. 2005's movie points out that pretty guys might be ugly murderers, according to the old thesis that the Devil, sins, seem beautiful and appealing, even if they're evil at heart.

I'm sorry, but this is getting a bit overdated, don't you think?

Catherine: She's completely fascinated by the Phantom. The sexual tension between them is so concrete I swear I saw the Phantom trip on it once. However, we don't really see what she sees in him (appart from a drug of some sort). But then the Phantom becomes an ugly murderer, and she switches him for a Viscount (from ghost to Viscount, there's been theoritically some upgrading, right?). I didn't feel sad for the Phantom, because he's a fucking killer, and appears as a fucking Arpagon too (a kind of very possessive guy). Which is sad, because he's a pretty damn interesting character at chore. Catherine was quite interesting too, but here she's only teared between too man she loves sensualy, so it's a bit poorer than in 1990's movie, where love stories where a bit trickier.


Viscount de Chagny: He looks like Adam Storke, but I like the former's curls more... and his character's dept was a plus, too.

De Chagny's anti Star Wars epic quote: "This man, this thing, is not your father".

The Phantom of the Opera 1925

Black & White, mute, with a classical music soundtrack.

As the intrigues goes on, one can fully appreciate that the movie was made when cinema was still at its debuts and consisted in theatrical mimics and music -not quite, and I'm astonishing myself by saying that, the refined art one can see nowadays. However, one can also see how influencial this movie was to its followers, especially the 2005's version, which translates most of it into our cinematic epoca.

Characters:

Carlotta: she's the Opera star singer; her mother wants her to keep the lead even when the Phantom threatens her.

Erik, The Phantom: He looks like death himself -having no nose and less eyes than holes in the place of eyes; furthermore, he sleeps in a grave like place. However, he's got "a melodious voice, like the voice of an angel". At first, he seems to be Christine's mentor, telling her to "forget all worldly things and think only of your career" and sabotaging performances for her sake, but then one discovers he's in love with her and desires to keep her for himself. Moreover, he's supposed to be an escaped, insane strangler.

Christine: At first, she believes her master is spiritual and seems kinda possessed by the spirit of Opera ; she's ready to belong to him until he reveals he is the Phantom. When she sees his horrid face, she betrays him and chooses to elope with Raoul.

Raoul de Chagny: He loves Christine and wants to marry her; she at first rejects his proposal saying that she shall never leave the Opera, and then changes her mind.

The Phantom of the Opera 1943, movie by Claude Rains

This Phantom of the Opera differs from 1925, 1990 and 2005's version of the story in that it's doesn't revolve a lot around the Phantom, as we know from the start who he is and why. Of course, some details remain; however, all characters have changed and the story really is different from the formers.

Christine Dubois (and not Daaé), is already an substudy of the lead singer of the Opera when the story starts. Raoul is not an aristocrat but a police officer and, along with the baritone Anatole, he woes Christine with little success. Christine is quite indepent and benefits from her lovers without paying them back with nothing but smiles. She's not in love with anyone and, according to the beginning of the movie ("You must chose between and operatic career and what is usually called a normal life") has already made a choice.

As for the Phantom, he's (and this is no spoiler as it's revealed from the start) a elder violonist who's also in love with Christine. At the beginning of the movie, he looses his job; he then tries selling a concerto he's been writing for the last two years in order to get money to pay for singing lessons for Christine. At some point, he believes his concerto has been stolen from him and loses it, commiting murder. From then and on, the Phantom is a desperate madman whose wish is to take Christine on stage, and then have her sing for himself only.

I think that was a nice movie, and that its costumes are great, but I didn't really feel anything particular while watching it. Its musics are beautiful, and the recurrence of the Provence lullaby is a sure strenght of its. But it's too plain or realistic for my taste, I guess, even though it's nicely told. Guess I'm a bit of a romantic at heart.

Here the Lullaby of the Bells, the theme song of the movie.

Buffy the vampire slayer, movie

SO kitch. So predictable. But a thousand good puns, so I actually enjoyed the ride. And, by God, Vampire DJ!

"Okay team, what do we say? 'I am a person, I have a right to the ball'"

"You missed practice again! Now you better sit down and think about how that makes me feels"

"Excuse me about not knowing about "El Salvador". Like I'm ever going to Spain anyway."

"What a homeless!"

"You broke up with my machine?"

Cause of death: "a really gross hickie."

What's the worst threat to earth at the moment?

-Lither?

-Bugs!

-Yeah, bugs, totally.

-The Ozone layer.

-Yeah, we gotta get rid of that.

-You guys are trashed.

-Are we? That would explain the slowed speech.

"What, am I in trouble or something? Cause if I am, I didn't do it."

"Does Elvis talks to you?"

-Let me in, I'm hungry!

-You're floating, man, go home!

"I tried drugs in my youth... I could see the music flowing in, and I thought I was a big toaster."

"Does the word "da" mean anything to you?"

There is one GORE moment when Pikes hits a vampire with his guitar... His guitar, for God'sake! I'm still crying over that.

"Are you calling me a man?"

Need to distract the vampires? Point at the sky and shout: "Look! Air!"

"I'm the chosen one, and I chose to be shoping"

The Phantom of the Opera 1990

If you want to know lots of stuff about the Phantom of the Opera, check Ladyghost's site at once!

The Phantom Of The Opera (1990)

"Let's say that for someone who doesn't know much about the opera... I never knew it could be so funny!" Mark thy words. Actually, this is a comedy! Who would have guessed. But, "with ghosts, deaths, bad acting and all?" one would ask.

Yep yep Appa! The death scenes are HILARIOUS. The phantom's death mask, the first one, is SO kitch. I'll wear one next time I'm in the mood for crocodile zoophilia.

The ending is actually beautiful, especially the duet between Eric and Catherine. If you feel in the mood for a chill, just listen to it, mate.

Characters:

Carlotta: She's is a ridiculous character, but she doesn't sing out of tune (would people really come to her opera shows if not?). To compensate, she makes a fool of herself on stage. No, wait. She makes a fool of herself, dot.

Personnaly, I don't like when actors don't interiorise they playing... when they show explicit emotions all the time and don't let us the joy to guess what's going on inside. I a word, subtlety. Which often translates in movies as: deep nothing. Such as the confrontation between Carlotta and Christine... But well, people seem to think that one needs to be raw to be fun.

Carlotta's epic quote: "I am not a buffoon!" Oh yes, yes you are.

Eric (the Phantom): Eric... ah, Eric... *sighs*... Stalks like a pidgeon (if pidgeons stalk), harasses as a tyrant... "And if you're unlucky enough to see his face... you die." He's a smart pain in the arse, to say the least. Sometimes, his voice is mesmerizing. Especially his ghost voice. "Ladies... this box is mine..." He sounds almost like a sadist on the verge of slowly, painfuly murdering people...

One might wonder if he really is a ghost... Actually, [SPOILERS].

He might appear at some point as a muse, the heart of the Opera, its puppet master, or music itself ("You must sing for song and joy, not for gain"), who choses one to be endowed with great talent ("Where do you live? -Hearing your song I'm in the heavens; when you do not... down below").

Eric's epic quote: "RATS!"

Eric's epic philosophy: One should not comes to the Opera for the wrong reasons. One should not come to the Opera for the beauty of faces but for the beauty of music.

What's under my mask?
A pretty smile!

Christine: The only, lucky one to have a name aside from Carlotta. At first, she's the typical female loser who blossoms in worth without losing her purity ("isn't that Christine? -Oh, my, it's Christine!"). Then she becomes the nice woman who saves the day (just after ruining it by her sillyness -but who cares, silly women are cute, aren't they? -Oh, wait, no. No, they're not.)

Frankly, she's too dumb for my taste, but I've heard that's how men love them... All cooked up! I don't like my chicks cooken, nor roasted golden from the oven. I like them wild and free, flying in the wide wide skies. Like a falcon. I'm not that into poultry. She was funnier as a child.

... Wait, wait. Why was she dishevelled after this little ride over the river? Learn how to comb your hair, woman! People might get the wrong idea!

She gets the man, she gets the glory... and of course betrays Eric, and lies to him to get both men instead of just one... God she's good. Run Eric, run for dear life! The woman's evil!


Count Philip: M. le Comte is pretty... so he gets the girl. Classic. Wasn't this movie supposely about loving what's behind the mask? No, wait. It's a movie. Looks win.


Fun facts:

• One of the mindless singers looks like exactly french humorist Anne Romanoff! And, guess what... That's her!

Roumanoff Staring as "Fleure".

• Monsieur le Comte looks like Ben Barnes...

Adam Storke
VS
Beny

• Christine and the Count scene on a boat was stolen from Disney's Little Mermaid:

"Sha la la la la my oh my..."
Vs
"Hey, I've seen you before, have I?"
Or, in grown up terms: "Kiss the girl" vs "Fuck her hard in the trees"

And he gets the name right! Without Sebastian even helping out!

• The proof that the producer likes Disney? He even copied the infamous line of Cinderella: "What time is it? Oh Philip, I've gotta go!" And of course she then flies away in her whity white dress!

• And, oh come on, the tragic separation... Cheesier than cheesecake!

At this point, I like the 1990's movie best because, even if it differs from the book and original anecdote that inspired the book, it describes very human souls. However, the 2005's version is very aesthetic, the 1943's one is well mastered and the 1925's one is simply hilarious (try watching a girl despair while listening to joyful classical music...)

Buffy vs Twilight EPIC remix

And you now what miss Meyer? THAT would have made a great story.

Cronos, movie by Guillermo del Toro [english & french post]

"Guillermo del Toro's unique feature debut is not only gory and stylish, but also charming and intelligent." says dear wiki online.

Here's another depiction of the movie by Happy Cockroach (for shameful people who do not speak french, see translation below).

"Best. Vampire. Movie. Ever.

Avec un vampire qui a une peau bizarre dedans et tout, donc ça peut même satisfaire des fans de Twilight…:D

Non, plus sérieusement, je suis pas une grande amatrice des suceurs de sang parce que les histoires sont toutes les même (enfin, plus encore que dans d’autres domaines quoi) mais Cronos est vraiment complètement différent.

Déjà, ça ne sert pas d’excuse pour une suite de combats stupides. Pas plus de scène de séduction sanguinolente. D’ailleurs, pas de déferlement d’hémoglobine tout court, quand le sang est montré à l’écran c’est pour servir le scénario, pas juste “parce que ça fait vendre”. Et puis, il y a un scénario. Avec un alchimiste, des insectes, une petite fille flippante et un méchant en train de mourir.

Pis bon. Ecrit, réalisé et produit par Guillermo Del Toro. Rien que ça, c’est la garantie d’un bon film, non?:D"

In short, she stats that this is not an average vampire movie, staring sparkly disco balls / gayer than gay vampires, but a movie with an actual scenario where battles and blood only occur when required by the plot.

I would personnaly add to that that

• its music is quite amasing (made by mexican Javier Álvarez)
• I love hearing both english and mexican on screen! A shame that mexican was subtitled though
  
• it shows a good deal of black humor (especially the scene with the undertaker. Hilarious)
• it makes any other vampire movie looks like shallow sex & death pretend crap
  

Some scenes are absolutely gory, though (it's an horror movie after all). Definitely not for kids!To conclude... !Viva Mexico!

Backbeat, movie (about the BEATLES)

"5 guys, 4 legends, 3 lovers, 2 friends, 1 band."

I cried almost all the time... even though I new what was going to happen. This is a great movie, and I loved it.

I liked the depiction of John's personnality, even though the actor doesn't look like him very much. I also enjoyed the depiction of John and Stuart's relationship, and god knows it's not easy to describe that kind of bond without falling into clichés.

Plus, this is totally rock'n'roll, guys, and I, wanna rock'n'roll... all life...

Nickyitis Comic

Nicky's jokes and reflection about life: plain fun.

Oh, my - Studio Rai 29

Maybe I'm a perv', Maybe it's Maybeline...



More at Studio Rai 29. Warning! +18 only, and I'm pretty sure it's a gay website.

Inglorious Basterds, movie by Tarantino

Beware, this may contain SPOILERS.

The action takes place in France during the Second World War... or so it seems. And I have to say that, at first, I was reluctant to see this movie as it appeared to me a way for Americans to "enter" the Resistance and fight the Nazis from the inside, as we europeans did (as some of us did at some point. A bit more from 1944 and on. See the beginning of this movie and you'll have an idea why). Plus, I really hate Nazis. The mere idea makes me sick. So I wasn't really keen on seing a movie about Americans scalping Nazis for fun -or un-glory, as they put it.

Chapter 1- In lots of words, I liked it.

First of all, don't look the trailers. Beautiful trailers, sharp, neat, empty. They're USA shit, to say the least. Their goal is to sell: gore, violence and superheroes fighting Nazis, that's what they sell. But for once, the movie deserved more.

Even if it's not as rich a movie as a book could be for instance, this is an interesting movie indeed. The OST is great. The actors speak a very bearable french (don't fool yourselves, State Guys. Your french sucks almost as much as our english does). The plot is not that US infected as it could be -it's a Tarantino, full of surprises and twists (I love twist. Twist and Shout). Brad Pitt is a good actor even if he'd been better (I've always been reluctant about considering Brad Pitt a good actor, as everyone was fangiggling about him around me. But then I saw his movies, and man, he's a good actor).

I don't really like the fact that it's tainted with a kind of comix like heroes, though (you know, the Hollywood superheroe who's never afraid and always cocky even when his cock's sake is at stake?) but that's very personnal. "But how the hell did she come to like it?" you may ask (yes, yes, you may).

Chapter 2 - An American action movie about WWII, pulling out gold out of our pile of suffering and shame? Ah ah, no no, I wasn't ready for it.

But this movie is about more than that. Sure, it includes USA guys making their way into the European side of WWII (scalping people, for God' sake!). However, this is not an American / USA movie, it's a Tarantino movie. And yes, that makes a difference as this film carries its own, personnal message.

First of all, it showns itself as a fictionnal:

-the film has a sharp narrative structure, which is also divided in chapters; (as in many Tarantino movies) even the flashbacks have titles...

-the story is very neat, with one main storyline (let's blow them up!) once divided (two "let's blow them up!" teams unaware of each other) and once rejoined (BOOM!). I think that might symbolise the union of both European and American -or Tarantino's- wills to blow up the Nazis, the Nazis meaning both the nazi ideology and their part in WWII history.

-most of the characters are very defined and usually bipolar (the cultivated, polite and extremely accute despicable vilain, the charming yet brutal war heroe, the strong yet defenseless actress...). Plus, some of the characters seem to be chosen symbolicaly: the young Jew Shosanna and her Black lover are the perfect cocktail molotov to boom! bads off. Bads being Nazis (who did not fancy Jews) and racists of all kinds (the Black lover could have been a gipsie one, or a gay friend, or another of those whom were persecuted by the Nazis. However, a Black person symbolises discriminated people, all the more in the USA were there is such an history of Black segregation. We're not that racist in Europe. We never used Black men as slaves. We merely sold them to you degenerate States men). I suppose there are more elements of the movie that point the movie as a fiction. But I'm lazy so I won't pick them all... But for the end, of course, the end which is... well, unfortunately, a fiction.

Chapter 3 - I like fiction, but I like messages more.

Justice.

The Unglorious Basterds are a kind of Robin Hood (the fictional one). They make their own justice by killing Nazis. They may symbolise a thirst for action, for revenge, for "justice" (and I put this into brackets as we all know that some Nazis were just a bunch of German folks a bit unaware of / not happy about WTH was going on). Because, let's face it, we are not over it. We Europeans are not over WWII. We still feel it in our guts, and fear it, or it's baby sister, WWIII (everything is WWIII for us. Terrorism for instance. Or USA sly Mc Donalds & Coca Cola lifestyle invasion. And Junk Food.) Or at least, I'm not over it.

But, well, in this movie, the ones who get killed are real Nazis. The very stereotype. The bad ones. So we don't think (not to much) about they wifes and sisters and brothers and mothers and friends and hobbies and lifes out in Germany. We feel kinda happy those Naziland guys get shot. Or scalped. However, that's not what seems "fair" in the film. What makes us think of justice is the svastika symbol the UB carve into... well, I won't do spoilers. That's a very strong message from Tarantino (or from whom the hell go the idea into him): you might get rid of your Nazis / Bad Bad Guy uniform, but you'll always be one of them, and we'll know.

Which of course is idealistic and a bit silly (yes, people can change... I don't say that they want to, but it sometimes happens...). I suppose that seing the svastika (the inverted svastika, for those who don't know it) carved for life in... there makes us feel a bit better... if we have even the slightest notion of divine justice. Let's face it, God did not punish that oppenly those bad Nazis guys (but let's not resent him for that: he doesn't exist, so neither does divine punishment). But it feels good to see that they were indeed punished, even if that's only on screen. Human nature...


Which brings me to the concept of catharsis.

Catharsis means purified by fire in greek, and is the spine of antique tragedy. Greek folks went to see tragedies partly to feel terrified and horrified, in order to cry, faint and miscarry (well, maybe not in order to miscarry, but it happened).

I saw UB and felt so happy that... well, you know who, died in the end. (No, not Voldemort, damnit! Harry Potter soiled our beautiful culture). I really was glad to see his scapegoat image torn appart. I felt like maybe the nightmare was over, maybe it had only been a nightmare.

Well, it had not, but that's the point of dreams: to make reality feel more bearable. And movies are dreams to.

So thanks for the dream, Mr 'tino! But please don't scalp anymore people, that's disgusting.

PS: There is certainly more to say about this movie, but it's late, I'm tired, I'm lazy and I've got class tomorrow. Goodnight, and good luck.

One last thing... don't watch it if you've got heart issues.
It will increase your tension A LOT!

Here's a little bonus, Nation's Pride, the movie within the movie...

And an other bonus... for us to die laughing! (or in despair, as you wish):

Plus de critiques sur Allocine... et le reste du Net ^^
Bon, ici, ils ont vraiment aimé, hein...

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah lol.

More at Happy Cockroach.Inc. I don't know where she finds this stuff...

JE VOUS AIME, LES GENS!

J'aime le monde entier !

Sometimes I love the world so much it hurts.
And it hurts so much I'm on the verge of tears.
And as I'm on the verge of tears, I find this funny,
and I laugh.



So thank you people, thank you Tag' for writing such inspiring truths about life, and thank you Flo' for playing the guitar, and thank you random one for having invented writing and the guitar, and thank you world for being the world, thank you everyone for everything, thank you, thank you, thank you!... I just wish I knew how to repay you properly.

I love Star Wars 2

Remember this post I posted in april, "Star Wars: Retold (by someone who hasn't seen it)"? Well, there's Star Wars: Retold (by someone diseased with legophilia)". And it's absolutely cool. But then again, it's difficult for something involving Star Wars not to be absolutely cool. (But for your mum doing it with a wooki. Sorry you had to see that, by the way. You might wanna gouge your eyes out to ease the pain).

And as a bonus, here's a little poll made by akreon on DA.

Happy Cockroach shares the mood

See more at Happy Cockroach!

World's best mum

Don't kill good mums. There is so few of them. >Such as...

The Compleat Beatles, documentary

Not as compleat as implied by title. Good sum up nontheless >Follow link to watch.

Le Visiteur du Futur - French Webserie

Raphaël (celui de la photo) est un type ordinaire: il se nourrit de pizza et de bière, espère sortir avec Stella et se réveille tous les matins les cheveux en pétard...

Jusqu'au jour où un individu débarque de nulle part en déclarant venir du futur et commence à lui dire ce qu'il doit ou ne doit pas faire pour sauver le monde parce que "le futur c'est comme l'enfer sur terre, sauf que c'est sous la terre alors c'est pire"... (C'est aussi le type de la photo. De l'autre photo).

Le hic étant que le visiteur en question lui pourrit tellement la vie que Raphaël commence à envisager de faire sauter la planète lui-même ! (C'est toujours le type de la photo, le visiteur. C'est pas la même photo, mais c'est le même type. Vous suivez?).

Enfin, que vous le suiviez ou pas, ce lien vous projettera directement sur la liste des 22 épisodes du Visiteur du Futur, sachant que chaque épisode hormis le dernier fait environ 3 min (qui sait, dans le futur vous êtes peut-être déjà ou pas en train de visionner ces épisodes) ; d'ailleurs, voilà le troisième d'entre eux pour se faire plaisir...

Personnellement, j'ai bien aimé la série. Il y a de bons gags et même si je n'ai jamais été fan du genre farcesque, j'ai bien rigolé (même dans les passages scabreux). Je trouve aussi que la manière de filmer et le montage sont bien réalisés. Pas encore du grand art, mais vraiment prometteur ! Donc, je m'instaure guide Michelin du Web et mets plusieurs étoiles à la série, même si ça ne veut pas dire grande chose étant donné que je n'ai pas encore déterminé la signification du nombre d'étoile.

Ah, aussi, j'adore la musique du générique de fin ("It's the end of the world as we know it", par REM). Donc, je l'embed ici tout en m'émerveillant de parler Web:

D'autres vidéos des mêmes éléments perturbateurs sur Frenchnerd.

N'y manquez pas les courts métrages ! Celui-là par exemple, "Garde-Fou", fondé sur une mise en abîme, est très sympathique. Bien joué, bien filmé... Il faut que je me décide pour un nombre d'étoiles !

Flaky Pastry 2

And by the way, I'm fine, thank you. Talking to a close friend 'till the sun comes out is a good way to sort things out.