About a week ago, I ventured out to see this movie. The story of a young attractive family being torn apart by a fatal illness, is the sorta thing, with which I gently smile myself to sleep at night, and them being Dutch - not to mention seeing Tree-hugger Van Houten slowly deteriorating- would only add to the amusement.
Unfortunately, the characters where bland, emotionally distant and typical cookie-cutter Dutch cinematic personae; So laughing at their misery was thwarted. However, the movie featured many unintentionally funny scenes; one of the best being, that after the dooming diagnosis, when beef-in-briefs Stijn and mono-mammary Carmen drive away from the hospital the license plate on their car reads DD...ah, hilarious.
The raw and gritty drama consists of nothing more than some involuntary bodily functions, Stijn driving around sweating and smoking, listening to Belgian hardstyle trance or something and aggressive sex-scenes that really don't do for me, because of pantie-jungles of "the Tart of Darkness" vastness and a scrawny cheese-head (however, "The Blonde tearing off one of her chest-icles-dream" was insanely hot.)
In fact any claim to the pure tragedy is nonsensical, since Sinead O'Cancer (Carmen) dies basking in pure luxury, along with trips to New York, Milan, Hawaii, etc. She lacks for nothing and makes an angelic end. Even her make up is perfect during her prolonged sickbed)
Any chance for drama - be it manipulative or not - is never explored, like how do they raise their child, when they are self-absorbed and non-present. (Oh wait, We Dutch have been doing that since the sixties ,thank Marx for socialist education factories) Although the two scenes in which the child is confronted by her mother's immanent end, were funny; I love people who attempt to sweeten their tragedy with humour but lack any wit to do so. The box they made for kiddo and the final scene in which she and "Stijn-head stone for my wife" open the box, is not used to any dramatic resolution, but apparently learning to surf is - probably the newest fad for the Hypermosaean bores.
Fine secondary characters by which the two lead could have any resonance are woefully under-scripted, but finely acted by Jeroen Willems and the ever wonderful Sacha Bulthuisen.
I must however compliment the production-design, costumes, sets, stunts, those where all of the highest quality and there where some interesting camera angles.
so my scoop for this poop: (...Remember Carmen, dirty pants, clean botty) The movie was entertaining, but more as a study in exploitative cinema directed at menopausal women, their vapid daughters and masochistic tweens who project all suffering unto themselves.
Oh yes, what was up with all the vagrant mopeds that littered the frames?
Unfortunately, the characters where bland, emotionally distant and typical cookie-cutter Dutch cinematic personae; So laughing at their misery was thwarted. However, the movie featured many unintentionally funny scenes; one of the best being, that after the dooming diagnosis, when beef-in-briefs Stijn and mono-mammary Carmen drive away from the hospital the license plate on their car reads DD...ah, hilarious.
The raw and gritty drama consists of nothing more than some involuntary bodily functions, Stijn driving around sweating and smoking, listening to Belgian hardstyle trance or something and aggressive sex-scenes that really don't do for me, because of pantie-jungles of "the Tart of Darkness" vastness and a scrawny cheese-head (however, "The Blonde tearing off one of her chest-icles-dream" was insanely hot.)
In fact any claim to the pure tragedy is nonsensical, since Sinead O'Cancer (Carmen) dies basking in pure luxury, along with trips to New York, Milan, Hawaii, etc. She lacks for nothing and makes an angelic end. Even her make up is perfect during her prolonged sickbed)
Any chance for drama - be it manipulative or not - is never explored, like how do they raise their child, when they are self-absorbed and non-present. (Oh wait, We Dutch have been doing that since the sixties ,thank Marx for socialist education factories) Although the two scenes in which the child is confronted by her mother's immanent end, were funny; I love people who attempt to sweeten their tragedy with humour but lack any wit to do so. The box they made for kiddo and the final scene in which she and "Stijn-head stone for my wife" open the box, is not used to any dramatic resolution, but apparently learning to surf is - probably the newest fad for the Hypermosaean bores.
Fine secondary characters by which the two lead could have any resonance are woefully under-scripted, but finely acted by Jeroen Willems and the ever wonderful Sacha Bulthuisen.
I must however compliment the production-design, costumes, sets, stunts, those where all of the highest quality and there where some interesting camera angles.
so my scoop for this poop: (...Remember Carmen, dirty pants, clean botty) The movie was entertaining, but more as a study in exploitative cinema directed at menopausal women, their vapid daughters and masochistic tweens who project all suffering unto themselves.
Oh yes, what was up with all the vagrant mopeds that littered the frames?