In Colombia, from the second half of the nineteenth century, two political parties; The traditional liberal and conservative ¸ fought a series of civil wars for almost one hundred years of ... See full summary »
Victor Hugo Morant
Bruno Dumont follows up the controversial Twentynine Palms with this tale of a group of young soldiers who go off to war and experience some life-changing events. Flandres won the Grand Prix Prize at the 2006 Cannes Film Festival.
Chronicle of life in a typical Colombian village where residents and visitors alike are induced by the soporific climate to lead lives of indolence. Not even the sight of cadavers floating in the river can shock them.
Jorge Andrade Rivera,
Juan Harvey Caycedo
Amidst a wild flat meadow encircled by an Edenic lush forest, a couple have cocooned themselves in a secluded mansion that was not so long ago burned to the ground, devotedly restored by the supportive wife. Within this safe environment, the once famous middle-aged poet husband is desirous of creating his magnum opus; however, he seems unable to break out of the persistent creative rut that haunts him. Then, unexpectedly, a knock at the door, the sudden arrival of a cryptic late-night visitor and his intrusive wife will stimulate the writer's stagnant imagination. Little by little, much to the perplexed wife's surprise, the more chaos he lets in their haven, the better for his punctured male ego. In the end, will this incremental mess blemish, irreparably, the couple's inviolable sanctuary?Written by
After one of the sons is murdered, the Mother fails to call 911. All she does is clean up the crime scene and dispose of the evidence, making her complicit in the crime, something her character does not demonstrate in any other sense throughout the movie. Although the household is descending into bedlam, and her lack of control became increasingly uncomfortable for the viewer, the fact she did not protest the murder felt ill placed within the broader context of the film. See more »
The music in the first half of the end credits is followed by a long period with only quiet ambient noise. The near-silence is broken when Javier Bardem's character's calligraphy is inscribed in white ink next to (and sometimes over) the remaining credits. See more »
The day director Aronofsky made a short film into a 2 hour artsy feature...
This film is so out of its own genre. Don't get me wrong - this is not a bad film! It is captivating, interesting and performance of both the Talent and the movie director and the effects team is not bad at all.
What I absolutely loathe about it, is how in love the director is with this whole concept that it ends up as self-indulgence and artsy fartsiness. Aronofsky completely loses himself over an idea and forgets to tell a story.
It's not that a film needs to have a certain storyline or points or profound happy endings and all that. It's just a matter of a movie being worthwhile. Our time is our most valuable asset in this world. And this movie just isn't worth the time.
This film is a pointless charade. A tour de force of how a good craftsman can completely decide against giving the audience anything than a glimpse of an idea.. YES this film has a message to you and it is BIG but it is in essence also completely pointless as a film. Keep those 121 minutes of your life and spend them on something worthwhile... I would say the message of this film would be worthy of a 6 minutes short film or the Breaking News banner of CNN. Not a bad message, and not unimportant either. This is just the kind of storyteller at a party who will spend eternity of getting to a point that is just not that interesting.
It is in fact sad.. how the countless countless countless breathtaking scenes all leads to .. well - nothing more than a directors own tribute to an idea...
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