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There’s an inexplicable sting to Jean-Jacque Beineix’s 1986 French film, BETTY BLUE that entails a surplus of emotions befallen onto a couple in a plot making little to no sense. Today it would be looked at as an erotic, cult classic, but it’s also a bloated art film. As stated in the very definition
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The love for cinema, like any cinephile will often explore and contemplate the contrast in films; storylines, actors’ performances, parallels of aesthetics, and of course themes and as Jean-Luc Godard once said, “It’s not where you take things from – it’s where you take them to” and of course, “There’s no such thing as
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I read in an article somewhere a writer had called Claire Denis a “mood” and even though I’ve barely scraped the surface in viewing her films, I can sense there is truth in that statement. Of course what were the odds the two films I’ve viewed recently, both Vendredi Soir (FRIDAY NIGHT) and Un Beau Soleil Intérieur (LET THE SUNSHINE
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I often enjoy the nuances of overreacted theatrics such as maniacal laughing and interpretive dancing, consequently, I feel morally ashamed when it’s expressed after callously killing someone. Stripping away this story down to its bare essentials, JOKER such as it is, is a character study, nothing more, nothing less. It’s heartless nature at times
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After sitting through Tarantino’s “ninth film”, ONCE UPON A TIME IN HOLLYWOOD, I need an adrenaline shot to the chest. Oh boy. I suppose I should keep reminding myself this is a fairy tale in a Tarantino universe. With that being said the lacking of a complex, narrative structure that barely grazes the surface
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MIDSOMMAR wrecked me. Don’t get me wrong there’s catharsis in this film and even that isn’t entirely fulfilling. It’s the journey to get there that’s excruciating and exhausting. This is very much a superior “horror” film one I may rank up there with Lars Van Trier’s ANTICHRIST. Yeah, that one wrecked me too. There’s just
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Five hours before the series finale, I’ve just learned the significance of Hodor’s name and I’m crying. Two hours later, Ian McShane makes a random cameo while revealing the Hound is still alive! I nearly dislocated a rib in wild exclamation. Dammit, GAME OF THRONES, DAMMIT you’re not doing any wonders for my fragile immune
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Imagine a wide shot hovering over a woman as she walks with slight gumption through a city square, who has a very noticeable tear in her shirt. She has just casually stolen a blouse, from a nearby clothing store and while fleeing she pauses to smoke a cigarette. Within the first two minutes, you may
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“It just seems to me women are alone and they are prisoner by their own love. They are made prisoner if they commit to something, once they have committed it’s a torture. And a man feels that also and nobody knows how to handle it.” – John Cassavetes from a mid 70s interview Everyone grapples
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Once upon a time there was young girl who was down on her luck. She fell out of her carriage and into the mud on the way to a job interview. Not the most flattering first impression to make on one’s potential employer but alas after an astute conversation, she was hired as a maid.
[Film Reviews from a Female Brain]
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