Countryside continuum

I have a theory about any little American countryside town:

Being apart from the  big cities, with a rhythm of their own,

They develop a parallel space and time continuum.

Making a new sort of people not to be mixed with those in an asylum,

Gilmore Girl‘s Starshollow or Hart of Dixie‘s Bluebell

Move at a different path made of parades, and great subjects for a novel.

You can go and tell me that Twin Peaks actually took place 2 decades ago

But even then, you didn’t usually see log ladies in NYC or San Fransisco.

Trouble with the curve showed country dances are in every US county

And Bliss would certainly not have had this kind of wit in a big city.

Now I absolutely have to go there experience my theory because I guess

I would also love that kind of life in the US.


Science smooch

Women and technology are not famously getting along.

A girl likes to use it but in general she takes it as it goes along.

Go to a computer science class and count on your finger tips

You’ll not find much people with high heels and curvy hips.

It’s been an issue to resolve to promote gender equity

In science labs and any high tech company.

Of course the reference here to get a solution,

Is The Big Bang Theory, our faithful geek companion.

They addressed the problem counting on their sociability and looks,

Leaving here computer, molecules, microchips and comic books.

They went to the times you still dream being a doctor or a princess,

Just hit “play” you’ll find out how they convinced every girl in the US.

Baby you can drive my car

Recently I went into a garage to actually look for a car.
As I don’t drive, it’s something I had never done so far.
But walking out of the shinny full of cars place
I only could say “what a cliché! This guy had such a cars salesman face!”
I got the idea from a CSI case, where one is killed for a bonus
But also from Nicolas Cage in Family Man, selling tires like he would a Lotus.
It always seemed to be like that since I found the same model in “My one and only”
Where a 13 years old boy buys a car in the exact same store I saw in each movie.
Even the Mattress King on Friends looked the same when Monica got a car-bed!
Maybe there is a car business school where you learn how to smile, dress and nod your head.
A school where some would be born to succeed, just in the video below is a car goddess.
I went to another garage in France but apparently these clichés are only true in the US!

Sunday’s Review 27: The Tree of Life


When you write a movie review, you are expected to put things into perspectives: know the director’s work, consider the public opinion, take into account the settings on which the movie was made, etc. But what I find more interesting is to only talk about the movie itself. What it made you feel, what it told you, what you got from it and how cinema grew thanks to it. I never saw any Terrence Malick movie, I saw The Tree of Life way after it was shown in theaters so here is my review on the film, and just the film.

The Tree of life is like a bad oyster: it’s supposed to be a fine product of gastronomy, it was raised next to other great products and approved by the finest chefs, but in the end, once you ate it, it gets you sick. I had to wait a whole month before I was over this stomach-movie flue and even now, talking about it, I feel nauseous. Kind of harsh words for a movie that got the Palme d’Or in Cannes a few years ago, I know, but it’s precisely the impact it got on people and cinema professionals that got me ill in the first place.

It feels like the director is saying “here is poetry by pictures, an art I just invented, telling you stories through subtle metaphors” when in fact he doesn’t really do anything new and the metaphors are thrown at us so brutally that anyone who miss them is probably blind. I’m not even going to go into the widely boring fake spirituality that we are supposed to get from the narration.

The ending got me more furious than Meet Joe Black’s did a few years ago, and that says a lot because, man, did the end ruin this great Martin Breast movie!

Of course, The Tree of life has great photography, acting and even storyline but, like a bad oyster, looks and reputation didn’t stop it from being distasteful. Let’s hope I like the next film I decide to review because I’m starting to sound really bitter.


Bonjour, bonjour, l’amour, Paris !

Today, I had a professional meeting about french cinema

And how people are interested in it overseas or just outside our area.

Well, Love and other disasters said we are the only one to do films showing the plain truth.

In 500 days of summer, a french movie has to be an obscure sad film or a sleuth.

Chuck, Vanilla Sky, Dawson Creek, The Emperor’s Club and Mad Men referred to Breathless

But that’s a fifty years old movie, so what are they saying about our recent movies success?

First, they are doing their own L.O.L., Dîner de cons and l’Arnacoeur,

That’s not the best selection but let’s hope they make them has good or, for some, better.

Then, they apparently appreciated our Artist which shows only good sense.

Finally, they really enjoy french clichés, almost each time, nice or full of romance.

So, it seems they kind of like us even though I’m not sure they really see us in our true face

But who hasn’t a strong opinion about something they don’t really know in the US?

Change of plans

I was, yesterday, at a sort of High School reunion for a charming evening out.

It made me change what this post would be about,

On top of impeding me from writing it on time for its Wednesday usual release.

I, as a matter of fact, realized that these events are a big thing in the US and increase.

I immediately found thousands of “top ten high school reunion movies” on the internet,

Apparently Roby and Michele’s was a high school reunion not to forget.

So many blogs and sites talks about those movies, I feel they are a full division,

Along with the “people getting married” category and the “girls and guns” section.

That sudden awareness discovered my total absence of knowledge in that particular area.

So this next week will probably be a true high school reunions movie feria,

Hoping to get to see what the fuss is all about and if it worth my approbativeness.

Even though pretty much everything gets it, when it comes from the US.


Sunday’s Review 26: The Paperboy


Breaking the taboos, the rules, the clichés and expectations can help art to rise. It may also look like a teenager rebellion and disappoint quite a bit. With The Paperboy, Lee Daniels attempts to break everything previously cited, and with those our good opinion of him.

An unfair trial gathers a lost swimmer, a gay journalist, his racist black associate, a psycho presumed killer and a dyed blond kind hearted girl. This standing out Famous Five team might have been embodied in a really fine cast but it seems the actors were all here only to break their image. It really works too! It gets us to forget the high school Zac Efron and the loyal lawyer Matthew McConaughey. We even lost sight of our classy Chanel’s muse Nicole Kidman. John Cusack is the only one we are used to see like that and as he did before, he does the job of scaring us away really nicely.

After moving us all with Precious, Lee Daniels also seems to be reaching for a way to make us forget about it. Is breaking all the successful previous ways a wise strategy to get something good and new? This movie certainly doesn’t prove it. The director decides to hide any ounce of feelings that might have come out of his characters and prefers spreading a nightmare of violence in all ways it could be shown.

Pulling the worst out of every scene, every part of the plot, it seemed hard to get us to appreciate such a film. Adding some cheesy choices of editing and storytelling, he made it definitely impossible, for me at least. The actors’ good acting could be saluted but they made their proofs a long time ago.

Breaking fine art doesn’t always make a Marcel Duchamp; it is, before all, destroying and is a tricky game. Lee Daniels tried to play it and lost.


Happy finding a present for your mother’s day

Tomorrow is my mother’s 50th birthday and even though I’m not going to be present,

I’ve been turning my mind upside down to find a proper present.

I could still go and try singing Alice’s merry unbirthday to me and see how it goes

Or argue that I clearly remember her birthday was last year as mother Gothel does.

I have no time to build her Kirsten Dunst genius road trip map from Elizabethtown

I guess I will have to find an idea of my own.

If I don’t want to make her feel like Rachel Green on her thirtieth,

I’d better find an idea as good as Sheldon’s way to get Amy’s forgiveness.

As she may be reading this I won’t go and tell you what it is going to be.

You might think this is only a way to hide the fact that I have no idea

And you might not be wrong but that is something I would never confess.

Now let me end up with this mystery, as anyone would do in the US.

Back to school

Starting a new year usually starts with going back:

Back to school, back to work, back on track.

I’m not going to be gleeclubing you with a pre-school pep talk,

Mostly because you certainly already went back to the old blackboard and chalk.

Robin Williams would certainly make you stand up on your desk for some reason

And Cameron Diaz, if she hasn’t put you in front of a bad movie, would be on the phone,

But I’m more of a Ed Harris’ That’s what I am and I’d make you talk about you;

I’d use a reference that I heard of in US movies and TV shows, yes, that’s what I do.

Someone like Truman Capote, Henry James or J. D. Salinger: quotation that sparks.

People I can name thanks to Save the Last Dance, Notting Hill and Ruby Sparks,

But I already annoyed you with the use of big and little screens for a knowledge-base

Last year. But isn’t repeating all over again what going back is all about, even in the US?



Sunday’s Review 25: The King’s Speech



In these days of uploading, VOD, hard drives and USB cards, I rarely spend 25 Euros on a DVD, mostly because I rarely own 25 Euros… Nevertheless, I didn’t hesitate one bit for the greatly and rightfully acclaimed King’s speech. I would maybe not have given it the Oscar for “best scenario” or “best director” knowing that movies like Inception were racing and directors like David Fincher or the Coen Brothers were nominated. Anyway, it’s a good movie in lots of ways and it’s pleasant to be able to show it to friends when they come along.

First, for once, Helena Bonham Carter is not a crazy pale cruel lady and she ends up great in her role. Maybe she was helped by the stunning performances of Colin Firth and Geoffrey Rush. I must say I had a real hard time believing that this man was the same who played Captain Barbossa in Pirates of the Caribbean.

Then, it’s a nice story and it has the advantage to be true. Some might get tired of the “inspired from true events” movies, feeling that it’s only a vague attempt to get some attention but I think when a compelling and nice story happens to be historically true, it shows that not only our imaginations can do nice and compelling. It’s nice to remember it sometimes.

Finally, I know that it feels like directors of the photography have found some kind of magic recipe to make the pictures look good every time but, here too, the photography is quite good. Is it about the lights, the colors or the atmosphere? I couldn’t tell.

If you are French, I greatly recommend you to watch it in original version, the talking being a huge part of the movie. If you never saw it, I greatly advise you do. If you don’t know how to get it, I’d be greatly happy to lend it to you or, better yet, see it with you.