Reviews

Hard to say a word after such a piece of anthology, moreover completely deserving its precedent of 1982. We take up very quickly with this disastrous universe along with its hunter and the landscape crashes up very fast.

In fact, Blade Runner 2049 renews its own kind and realizes an exploit there that we perceive very rarely nowadays, and even in the pseudo cinema "independent". Just let us indicate his completely credible futuristic atmosphere.

In brief, finally there is an elitist movie non-reserved for the uncultivated negativism of the average moron who goes cheerfully by listening to only what he wants to hear or understand. The best to do is to shut up and thus I keep silent humbly!

In my opinion, this full-length film supports hardly the lukewarmth and its new very sensible narrative fetches far its influences - so much moreover in the work of Philip K. Dick that in other much less popular arts.

My note is 8/10 because I viewed this movie in the theater [1] of Pathé in the suburb of Paris, France and there was there during the action a violent icy and cold wind as to add to it to the movie realism. Or then maybe it was my memory implant, but it was just a little too much borderline to the side plot.

This movie contents Naomi Watts, but we could speak of it as well about a chap with a thyroid gland enlargement who has a walk in its bathroom.It's so strange. And the director is laughing at you: there is no shut in in there, everything is dumped, no direction, neither actor nor actress, nor story... Actually it is rather on the contrary the spectator who is shut in by a kind of one nonexistent plot. Because it is really hard to witness a thing(trick) as "Oppression".

Ther is just inside a naughty boy who gets excited a little too much at one moment, but we understand him seen for that this movie is so much worthless. On his rule I would have done the same thing and I would have kept the hammer under my pillow. Somebody said in the press movie critics that the whole looked like a failed Shining and it is all that we can say of this long thing as a thesis having for subject the intellect of a blond pin-up: why not ? For instance, it wants to look like Shining; but it fails a little as common car which wants to look like an Aston Martin DB4.

Moreover, I don't care of this movie as Naomi Watts's line in this film. I have already exceeded the red line by writing these few lines, it is already far too much and I feel cornered. I just was to see this movie in order to see good parts. I also believed in a decent movie, your Honor, - at least funny - and that it would not be too intense in the end.

Although I repent myself deeply currently . But especially, I also created this comment to help my brothers spectators who could fall in the

Out of hand, I set the tone without losing these invaluable minutes: it is clear that we can hardly only criticize this full-length film the synopsis of which is also thick as the appetite in the knowledge of a dancer of k-pop of the ancient times - for example - (and after all this delirious allegory returns us to a century when the horror movies were more effective otherwise better realized and in particular Blair Witch !) at the risk of despoiling immediately its contents. Thus let's make it fast because it is hopeless.

And no, to understand this new opus it is not necessary either to be an astrophysicist or to know Mother's fate with regard with the Milky Way. It is just necessary to know just a little about what is today, to have relationship what counts, and to possess so enough in bad faith just like moreover those who laid such a masterpiece: or at least, I presume it...

You will have understood me because Blair Witch 2016 is only a trendy object, calibrated rather to please and not displease for whom it is necessary, and being enough as such.

And after all it's not the only one, there is also the last sequel of Jason Bourne who suffers essentially of the same syndromes; that is to blur the image just after a shock and make any height of very disturbing sounds and especially recorded very heavy since we do not see much of what happens. Also everybody knows well today that the nothingness is the most finished of the tortures, everybody read a beautiful day a single book of Kant. Who's gonna be annoyed with the producer of Blair Witch 2016, as one can not be brilliant every time ?

Here we are, it is a Hollywood movie and there are trees which fall inside, and I am not so severe as so many of my friends the stooges of movie critics because already before the movie, we 'd had to endure too much, far too much, of these teasers of stupid French movies which are far too much subsidized (yes, I saw this movie in Paris.)

Finally there is nothing or so little into Blair Witch 2016;except maybe a original thought based on the Evil, who can be only human (It's true.) And so many of "Found Footage" indeed and especially the lure of the abyss, too. If you really want to be afraid, go to have a walk at night in the forest of your village-holidays and look in the bottomless hole near the big bungalow of your beloved neighbor.

That's all, folks.

Caution because in this movie there is a chap who cultivates turnips, eh no, forgive me, potatoes on Mars on a plain bottom of corny disco music and sometimes while communicating with a pack of stupid and uncultivated morons who leave him on Mars. We would thus imagine in a kind of reality show in a little stranger, seen that the actors seem so half-witted as in a great movie with Leslie Nielsen.

It would be the sequel of " Airplane! " Reshaped for the space? Not at all, it is so little funny so much it is totally grotesque from the beginning to the end, there is no slightest gram of suspense, and the scientific pledge seems to have been confided to Kanye West. Well why not but when we know the current cost of a movie and the stunning number of script-doctors and specialists of all kinds, working in Hollywood or somewhere else, the set leaves a taste saddening especially when we know that Ridley Scott is the director...

Whell,it just goes to show, my friends, and as said Confucius (or maybe someone else, I do not know nothing any more) we are all born from dust of stars and not so much something else for the greater part. So, to all the misled aliens who read to me, I deeply recommend them to wait for the DVD release. Be seeing you !

It begins rather well, with its bald man very gone bald with the long hair who meets a girl by making her jogging in a park, but the whole ends up in marshmallow from the third 2nd; so we grow terribly tired very fast of this sentimental comedy which looks like exactly far too much like one of those ones of Judd Apatow, idol of these new urban slobs of whom the hero a little loser of this movie played by Vincent Macaigne.

It's a pity thus, because the critical aspects were rather well portraited - we shall adore the scene of the trendy restaurant in Bastille, of course yucky without counting the totally selfish boyfriend - and then artists' portraits are also painted well (at least at the beginning eh.) Thus saddening to see another French movie so gêêêêênial which would maybe have been able to tackle rightly in rudeness, but which finish into a clone of its older U.S brothers and that the french hipsters are going to be forced to love it. But I'm sorry because being french myself, I think I know what I 'm talking about and besides, I have my own personal opinion despite I belong to no caste.

One last question: must the actors of this full-length movie should be all so ugly ?

This production which tries permanently to impress its audience is adapted from the french book " Like a Sniper Lining Up His Shot, or The Prone Gunman " of Jean-Patrick Manchette. And as this novel can be a masterpiece of thriller, this movie is taken away from it in any way, by without reaching only once the purpose that its producers seem to have settled !

At first many things are changed between the book and the scenario, and in spite of an performance rather honest of a often bare-chested Sean Penn, the set looks like the finish in one of these marvels of the cinema of the 90s with Jean-Claude Van Damme. It explode and it crackles with a constant fire, but nothing is given to deepen the psychological profile of the protagonists, not to mention the totally non-existent suspense and the unfounded threats.It's a pity because there was there way to make a success, more or less, of an adaptation because everything was already ankled in the papers of this very " hard- boiled " writer Manchette. Furthermore, we feel well the aseptic environment created to please everybody just like the rigorous happy-end: here, the sharpshooter is kind of a nice person... What's not exactly true.

And then why to have anglicized a narrative which take place, body and soul, especially in Paris ?

More than this rather insignificant movie otherwise minor in the work of the famous director of the tales of bourgeois obedience, it is the DVD supplement which is full of interesting things. Inside the bonus, we find there actually an audio track in which Eric Rohmer is interviewed by Serge Daney of the magazine "les cahiers du cinema": its formal contents this one spends the time to badmouth severely against these public services which do not defend everything at all the true and rare art, the one who is not bounded to the masses...

Very aggressive, the french author tackle here these new financiers who act themselves as producers without knowing anything about the job, and furthermore with only pecuniary purposes than favor, besides, the French State, unlike what we would imagine at first sight. How ambitious works and in priori non-commercial can thus fight for themselves and beings view by a decent number of spectators ?

Over and above the fact that Rohmer laughs here at him even when he reveals to depend sometimes on certain stuck-up tendencies which are ready to see any production since this one is ignored by the run-of- the-mill, as well as the subsidized theater which is especially according to him and above all of the " rigged theater "...

It is thus unusual to see such a monument cinema so angry by making people come down of their cloud and furthermore, not confident in its laurel wreath such as many, many, of these others realisators, we shall learn an infinity of these good lessons between the lines of this interview (which dates nevertheless from 1990) very prophetic indeed, which also plans the development of those outer media supports from now such as the laser disc, which however will never replace, in reality, the public of a cinema.If "Spring tale" is in reality a rather painful huis-clos in which there's happen strictly nothing - and especially endowed with a heroin so charismatic as a Kantian heifer in rest-, we shall thus comfort each other easily with words rather punk, very incisive, and essentially anti-social which will amaze on behalf of this so well raised so well brought up director à l'accent de Neuilly, as we say in France!

Bourgeoisie forever...

Only for the guilty pleasure to watch Charlize Theron in her own juices, this movie is worth its heavy amount of $. Of course the new Max is a little short of the real watermarked madness of his former actor (Mel Gibson for the total greenhorns) and the orange touch of a film undoubtedly touched again by the digital graphic pallet hurts sometimes its vision, and also, let us say the quite clear, for the continuity of a story somehow complex.

Devotee of the very first for a very long time, I have to admit all the same that I was amazed rather by a narrative which stand up straight most of the time, cart about somehow or other towards the number third of the franchise otherwise by being completely for its height, I named "Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome". Obviously the end which is tinged with a mormon and puritanism spirit will not please to everybody, but this aftereffect fights well as a new one Ben Hur seen again and corrected, and his savages have at least the advantage to be truer than true.

Do not miss the bad appearance of the dictatorial head, Immortan Joe, a very successful miserable just like his harem, and also this decerebrate guitarist beating time measure during the gimmick of this nth epic of Max Rockatansky.

Thus let us wish that George Miller soon frees his hero - from a pure entertainment in the shape of blockbuster a little too much bounded to the commercial imperatives - towards a number 5 in which we shall find maybe inside the insane ultraviolence of a very inflexible censorship had condemned formerly for a long time...

What it is necessary to know with "Cold In July", it's at first its fascist and right-wing concern (and also pro-death penalty): also, the fact that the narrative stipulates all the length that the police is totally rotten to the core is only strengthening its otherwise safehandling and nihilistic argument at 200 %. In comparaison the movies "Rollerball" and "Mad Max" are of kind trifles books porducted in the shape of tale in the pleasant sentimental flavor for pre-pubescent girl.

Here we are, I told everything to you. Now you can appreciate this story, which begins at first with a poor guy without opinions rather slob, and also in the haircut, which kills a thief who had got at his home one evening. Then he puts the finger in a gearing which is revealed to him by a private detective in the wily air very well played by Don Johnson (the former cop of Miami Vice the series) and also serious crimes which are hidden by those who know: he will be helped in the same way in this mission by the one who believed to be the father of the previous burglar. On the other hand, the movie is also a big headbutt in the industry of the porn.

But the whole is so much botched, especially at the end, that we shall hold especially of the set that tragicomic dimension, a little bit silly on its edges because of its Manicheanism, and completely deserving of a police and American television series. On the other hand Michael C. Hall is lacking the real presence, except being part of the good fordien father character who defends his, we see not really and clearly what he is doing up there.

Too bad because except the bloody highly-rated, we had something of infinitely better there than other recent things made by people who take themselves much more seriously (I think to David Cronenberg for instance.)

A young ambitious student wishes to succeed and to make a beautiful marriage... The protagonist knows well that it will be hard but has the reasons for: on the other hand she is smart enough to know that the social background matters a lot - as she said to her friend Clarisse, we cannot have a free mind and a free body everywhere, it is especially the money who allows us to sugar the pill! And there is that she suddenly chooses a poor guy who is a lawyer in real life, somebody who's not a "pitiful" according to herself.

The number one's principle of the movie being to demonstrate it then regrettably, its opposite. Because Sabine also makes a mistake, but I would not tell you why or what in order to not spoil nothing of this work, which's absolutely one of more successful of Rohmer, this cult director being capable of the worst like the very best as for some of his movies. On the other hand know firstly that rohmerians often denigrates " the beautiful marriage " and it's natural because this full-length film scratches in the place where you must not. Anti- bourgeois, anti-hipster, this movie is to be seen and mainly for its brunette bold heroine not so pointless who also proves to ourselves that being a provincial or living in a big town; it's anyway the same thing for many of us.

The B.O. says moreover dice the beginning by this fast and wriggling electronic track, been born before this illusion of marketing what we name today "french-touch". And if it begins with a light comedy it is to press better on the ridiculous, disgusted of these predicted preset things that we would prefer all to avoid before any of this... especially glaucous physical appearance which seems to be obliged in the love scenes and that this young father with theses swines kids (who phones every time at every hour of day. And every hour of the night too) personalizes it par excellence (as we say in french).

So, the whole is almost a masterpiece, in spite of its so long typical conversations of the author. And I know well what I'm talking about - comme on dit en France.

NEXT TIME I AIM HEART is the perfect example of what could have been a very good movie: one emphasize at first the narrative pulled by a "true story" then one tells the tale with showing the murders with the at least strange behavior of the killer, a french cop in real life - military side. Exactly thus like a TV documentary which does not possess a point of view, the director tells everything whereas the spectator's guessing facts...

What then ? Why this movie would be better that any rag paper as" The New Detective? There is, regrettably, no reason for it because the mechanism of the pathos is played with the regularity of a Swiss clock of one vulgar funny gag of Naked Gun's movie. Not to mention the music which is only re-underlining the drama of the story, in case to we would have understood nothing at all !

Nevertheless in spite of these heavy and dumb brass instruments, the performance of Canet is rather good, and does not suffer by any lack of realism, as well as some ones wrote it in the press critics. And then some sequences add curiously to the suspense of the movie climax - for example the scene of pursuit in Peugeot 604. Nevertheless the movie quotes in forest are worth the manual of a perfect boy scout, but on the other hand, are suffering from giant clichés but hold more or less the road, especially if you have already read Baden Powell back in your life: easy to understand, it is all quite black or all quite white exactly like a suburban sky.

So, cut off the sound and you'll be feeling in the end watching yourself a giallo more or less made in the 70's, sent only straight to video. And I know what I'm talking about...

In a way, this movie is plainly the story of this kind of old sir whom was Rohmer; those with whom everybody is kind (necessarily, because they pay.) This charming goose whom is Pauline receives no criticism from him all the length, as expected, while the classical bastard seems to receive all its favors: it seems de facto that the director takes revenge for the youth of this mad lover whom is Pierre, who is in fact the nemesis of the movie. Aestheticising, wrong, this full-length film in the dialogues at first too long does not touch and bore extremely by its dead calm.

Marion being herself only a kind of unchanging statue without personality - more, driving a Mini Austin - a little bit stupid and deceived at the end. This movie finally, contrary to its smooth aspect and to its polished up talks, navigates towards the worst commonness unless nothing happens to annoy the synopsis. Also, the appearance of the real life which arouses the trader of candies is reduced to the role that a boeotian ignoramus - a maid of room from the former old time, I would say moreover...

The interest of the all set remains thus rather limited, excepted, in a obvious way, the sequence of the dancing which encloses the completion of the Ier act. It's a pity because this episode is again the most mature event of " Pauline à la plage. "

The trendy statues being unmovable in the ordinary I add nothing not to go into the fawning, but for this movie which is one of better of Rohmer I allow myself a precision: as usual the director offers us stereotypes and the being fact that they are so much calcified, that they take an inverse shape during the movie. Whatever it pleases or not to these fanatics of the author of the legendary author from the french "Nouvelle-Vague".

To begin with the central figure, Jean-Louis, the Catholic who does not know what he wants (as all the Catholics, moreover and I know what I'm talking about.) Thus, if we cross by the bourgeois à-priori very often seen - and a little bit terrible it is necessary to say - in the movies of Rohmer, many options during the narrative make that the story is easily allowed to follow.

All in all the femme fatale of the intrigue, Maud (Françoise Fabian) is in fact the most romantic otherwise the one who thinks most: there is only to see the last sequence in the beach... As for the blonde Françoise (Marie-Christine Barrault) his character of future "femme-au- foyer" becomes in filigrame the most perverse, the most painless and in any case the character the most revealed by the end of the movie. Delicately perverse, as a matter of fact...

Between the smart and wily brunette and the subdued blonde, opposite take off and let appear after all a situation other than we can think of formerly: everything is not as well simple as we are willing to believe it.

Obviously it talks a lot and the whole contains a happy-end corresponding as in all the works of Eric Rohmer but its paradoxical and basic aspect is to be discovered.

A must-see classic to see anyway with also a magnificent music.

*I've got a lover

Oh-la-la how much terrible are these monkeys who pricked the scenario of " The Battle of the Planet of the Apes " (1973). How much we are afraid, and especially of Xerox, the enemy smarter than his equal. Oh no i'm terribly sorry I made a huge mistake it is not his name, in fact he is called Caesar and it is true that for a monkey he looks less slob and less aggressive than these poor human beings described in this movie - actually filled with hatred and ready for anything to attack each day the others ones ! It is told here rather well, and it's absolutely true.

Regrettably the suite of the movie does not hold the road and even if monkeys like to live naked, they make even less wild than in the original TV show, and they are especially less impressive. Disappointing enough altogether, we shall regret of a part of this which seems always a little to have been pumped off from another series, the famous "Walking Dead"...

My piece of advice: if you love apes do naturism, but above all buy yourself the whole DVD series products before Tim Burton instead of going to see this overrated and countless masterpiece of cinema.

Besides being a good small pupil of the nation, Peter Parker is ugly and sick, and also spell of the jokes which makes you constantly feel to smash him. You know, this kind of "bling-bling" upstart which annoyed you to the middle school ? It is the same kind, the same order, and only the miserable succeed in arriving at him at the height a little, and as if by chance a black man, the Electro. Well, we are not going to make a clock Swiss but useless to declaim within one hour that this movie is a sacrilege face to face of Spidey and for those ones who read one day in their life a comic. Yuk. Forgive-me Marvel.

In brief, I didn't liked it of the whole, and besides even Tobey Maguire gives the impression of being very regretted. From now on we shall cry even the sellers of toys, it is unworthy to release out such a crap without soul and to make a legendary super-hero play to a sandwich man... Here is I finished, CLOSURE OF the STORE.

*for those ones who still would persist in spending all the same more than 12 $ in the cinema, thus limit yourselves to the trailer: everything is already said inside, or then get yourselves the cartoon in the mythical musical air. Nanaannaanaaaaa - Nananaaaa - nanannaaaaaaaa!!

Finally a men's movie ! I liked it well although I find that a little snivelling at times (while the world of F1 otherwise the motor racing is not at all this way) because sequences on this hero of Niki Lauda are a little supported otherwise accommodating. The leg Ron Howard, doubtless.

Fortunately scenes with James Hunt raise the whole of a little hot pepper, and call upon a stalk more respect. I hope at least that the congenital morons'll merge a little less circuit and route... Forgive my broken English but I don't know why I should make a longer commentary, its simply dumb and dumber ! Since when quality equals quantity ? Or maybe the caretakers write the movie reviews (I find out that IMDb has curious manners to consider critics...) So, we could say too that the shortest is the joke is the best of all. You wanna know everything ? Go and see Rush, but don't search for a entire book, it's only entertainment !

Poor man Bandini, all these little pigs who party all day and night long in L.A., and no one do not even invite him ! There are undoubtedly many of the small details, and that nobody really notices in this story...

In fact one very great adaptation of a classic of the American literature, about which I would have only modestly that very few things to be said. Black thriller (and still), not without cynicism, the intrigue tells the story of a poor guy gone up to Los Angeles to succeed and who meets a poor girl lost by her own charm... Except that in this case, it is exactly the heroine who wins the emotional prize. Even if the fact is that the vamp Camilla Lopez, who is really beautiful to her part, is in love with an other one - what will be in a way eventually fatal to her - this protagonist is higher - in colors, more alive and unpredictable than Arturo Bandini, who is in the case of the kind to be thought of being able to obtain everything by paying invoice or grocery note. Furthermore, it is certain that his disenchanted comments, otherwise sometimes precious, may sometimes embarrass the reader.

Finally whether Bandini, this author (who becomes suddenly successful and recognized) touches us, Ask the dust contains filigrame of this overflowing crudeness that we just love all somewhere although we say it and which often belongs anyway to the reality, also while giving a good place to the outsiders - what is very considerable. Finally if the book is also representative of a time(period), let us admit that it remains filled with the truth otherwise of optimism, while being also totally deprived of any stinginess either of this easy well-to-do and misplaced vanity and do-it-yourself-for-a-bestseller stuff whom we shall see moreover only more in many of these works of today! John Fante is an immense writer, and of course, the book is way better than the movie.

Blue Sunshine is a pleasant small movie, without big money and with the very lively rhythm, which takes place by following the search made in Los Angeles of a young journalist (Jerry Zipkin/Zalman King): this one effectively wants to know why so many his friends, couples, and colleagues, suddenly disappeared and which is the intrinsic reason which makes that his newspaper and the authorities refuse his investigation. Typical of the SCI-FI of this time, without too much humor and ungraceful winks, this fiction inspired by a news item is allowed see even if you should not put everything on the back of "blue sunshine" drug. Besides the criticism of the actual society by Liebermann, who masters the codes of the genre, is intelligent, we see that the author wants to alert it by denouncing a manipulation of the media.

Moreover, the sequence of the baby-sitter mutating in a ghoul thirsty for blood is clearly horrifying...

One of the best spectacular television series never created: it is shown among other things how the monkeys value constantly and between them, to the detriment of the human being who must be so possible made feel guilty, humbled, as well as discriminated in the slightest tasks (and who anyway has to make way as possible) more the values are inverted, for the monkey any individualism or heroism of the man is systematically considered as a perversion. This one has moreover only the minimum - when he does not live in tribe. Powerful and nightmarish at the same time.

The ape considers a man and even more. The ape refuses any individual real or dynamic action shared with who nevertheless determined the course of the history, unless it is of not much importance or to make as everyone - and for cause it will cause in the end the loss. The ape considers himselef desired, he also thinks that the astronaut is very in love of his ape female and that he will go until the marriage so everything goes well. The man dreams of fabulous about female ape. The ape is hard-working. The ape considers himself rather cunning(malignant) to speak in the name of all its tribe. The ape is just egocentric person and a hyper-narcissist. The primitive art of the ape is the best. The ape passes in the path by daring to look up and down(to measure) the man. The ape spies on the man. The ape watches the man. The ape imitates the man. The ape is only a megalomaniac. The ape believes that the serenity of the rich makes the justice of the society. The ape lives in tribe. The ape is careful. But the man, him, cannot think by himself after all, and even in devil of the limit. Actually, the apes are just more hypocritical, wrapping itself in magnificent ideas and diverse generous philosophies arisen from the nothingness... I just adore finally certain passages more than explicit: how they are afraid of the human being and some more the astronaut, they refuse him among others the soap in its cage(goal), then wonder then that it is dirty!!

In the assistance thus of an almighty hierarchy containing henchmen as thinkers, the monkeys are perverts who placed everybody in slavery and it dice the young age, and who do not tolerate either running gag or contradiction in their speech. Because the majority of the human beings are blind otherwise starved both in the point of view and the soul that of the body, why not?

More than ever, this mythical work is thus current except its very funny aspects, except that it will be necessary to note that they are gorillas most of the time the closest to the man (and not chimpanzees, in fact nastier and much less cunning, malignant) than we believe after all.)

By the specialist of the trendy thriller, this movie rather well pinned also speaks about the difficult square in the society that all those can occupy sometimes who do not enough sit - at least not endowed with varied and diverse protections. What it will be necessary to raise it is that Crichton dodges these long sequences of court with strong theatrical echo which we undergo very often among soaps in the TV (and also in John Grisham's books and in adventures of the TV show Ally Mc Beal), instead of it he joins in the life the office among this great number of "small" details that all those sometimes forget who do not work: another tour de force very rich in teaching...

Because freedom is also a question of money although people are not globally more free than before in the old time, it is simply wrong!! Careful thus in "politically correct" falsified, in the traps, in the blackmail, in the propaganda, in the jealousy...

2 middle-classes of the french bourgeoisie choose to put themselves in a couple. OK. But or is the intrigue (in fact moreover rather flat) or still the suspense? Because, to say to you, even the last one of the sentimental and droopy novels contains it! Or then it is really necessary to love Rohmer - what, I dare to say it, is not the case of your personal servant...

Are the love marriages so frequent since the Middle Ages? And still, if it was about a couple LGBT, maybe the measurement would win in originality and even in true life! Inside the movie, the girl is so prudish and stuck,cornered that we could believe that the story is about this maid of the priest: Le Rayon Vert (The Green Beam) reminds me these weak series of the 80's full of love stories. The Hell between all couples is nevertheless a good subject, each knows that the total happiness does not exist and, on the other hand lonesome people are often pretext in good climaxes. So why be proud to be so common over the rainbow, I do not understand, anyway this great green beam that we see sometimes in the wide in Brittany shores deserves a lot more clairvoyance.

We all know Shame is very trendy, but misses its target because of foolishness so much it is distressing. Brandon, (which especially looks like a male in magnificent health surrounded with complete morons), in spite of an interesting work, lives very bad there his addictions, and blah blah blah and blah blah blah and blah blah blah.

And then he lives in Manhattan, practises his jogging near the port of Ellis Island, NYC and enjoys a beautiful apartment with view but he has to have- when - even - problems BUT, AND THEN??? Well, in order to finish I have to say I appreciated the performance of Fassbender and also the licked image appearing among frosty, icy decorations-sets, but the scenario is not there (except for instance the scene of the small leader sneaky and hypocritical as much as our mother-in-law), we have the right to expect others things than a volume 2 of the Lord Fauntleroy story who is, regarded him, so unfortunate in his solitary house..

Sometimes we would say even an ad for the hideous Meetic website. Finally if I was an evil spirit, I would say that Shame is only one of these movies furthermore aimed at these nice and clean nerds who know absolutely nothing of the life.

The best ever produced TV show. The most copied TV show around the world. The most dreamlike, most symbolic TV show, while being very realistic. The most scandalous TV show. The TV show in the success never seen. The most relevant TV show. The most disturbing TV show ever made. The most current TV show; in the theme concerning an advanced dehumanization more true than never. The most enigmatic TV show. The most Kafka's TV show. The most suggestive TV show. The TV show which knew how to see farther than its time,period.

We can go further with the qualifiers of these episodes which tell the eviction of a secret agent on an island and inside a village the numerous opportunities, which is a kind of golden prison, on which however nobody have ever escaped; and then his attempts as numbers 2 - all more deceitful some than the others - try to extort him precious information helped by diverse threats, while continues the life of the village and it while number 6 cross other numbers, those sometimes very close to him.

An enormous cult in any case.

Yes but not, sorry... The chap so much looks old man-game, hoisted otherwise downright prig, whom we can only look at this movie with one certain unhealthy curiosity ! Of course there is highly-rated charming one resulted from the vintage heroines of the narrative and we could return on highly-rated heroic of all the dredgers and seducers of the world, but Rohmer does not make so much effort to look after the personality of his characters that the set seems finally all the same very dated, and I do not even speak about it has no sense of humor characteristic total moreover of the style of this director. Even if its true down in France, off the park of Monceau, we'd see from time to time people of this kind near the most beautiful avenue in the world...