A beautiful summer day. A garden. A terrace. A woman and a man sit at a table beneath the trees, with a soft summer wind. In the distance, in the vast plain, the silhouette of Paris. A ... See full summary »
When Warren Jeffs rose to Prophet of the Fundamentalist Church of Latter Day Saints, he took control of a religion with a history of polygamous and underage marriage. In a short time, ... See full summary »
I am so endlessly alone. Whats my illusions, whats my odds, and illusions have to be killed, I don't have more time to destroy. Is my loneliness real and is my longing about what? Then who are this people?
Tanja San Antonio,
A mousetrap snaps shut, a market place awakens. A group of men heatedly discuss how to kill the animal in the little box. One after the other, they try to trump each other's sadistic ... See full summary »
Watched this out of curiosity (John Cale, Nick Cave) - of course, have to admit the title attracted me as well.
This'd look like a Caro - Jeunet produced David Fincher movie that'd be aiming at weak early 80's Jarmusch / Wenders with a twist of cheap (!) Andrew Blake soft porn, affected, fake Wong Kar-wai nonchalance and self-unaware Luhrmann kitsch... Name-dropping tells it all: no personality here.
Probably some of the worst acting ever. Plot and dialogues as convincing as a light- headed, slow-on-the-uptake (and homosexual repressed) teenager's. Vulgar music video effects and cinematography and very self indulgent 90's aesthetics. This movie may tend to embody a widespread, soul-empty kind of cinema that believes - believed even stronger in the 90's -, that form is pretty self sufficient.
Can't even begin to tell how bad this is.
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