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Mumma here comes midnight, with the dead moon in its jaws.

Favorite films

  • Lost Highway
  • Phantom of the Paradise
  • Werckmeister Harmonies
  • Dead Man

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  • The Count of Monte Cristo

  • Flow

    ★★½

  • Mickey 17

    ★★★

  • The Big Bad Fox and Other Tales

    ★★★½

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  • The Count of Monte Cristo

    The Count of Monte Cristo

    Bon je vais faire une critique très premier degré de ce navet, désolé d'avance.

    Je suis très biaisé par ma lecture du roman qui m'avait beaucoup plu, et qui, malgré une prose parfois un peu poussive et mal écrite, regorgeait de détails, de profondeur, de sous-intrigues, et de personnages bien développés. Évidemment, adapter 1200 pages en un film de trois heures est impossible et il fallait faire des choix. C'est précisément pour ça que c'est dommage que De la Patellière…

  • Bird

    Bird

    ★★★★

    Is it too real for ya?

    Bird is Andrea Arnold's latest gem. Fontaines D.C. isn't even the best thing in the film, which speaks volumes about how good it is. Set in northern Kent, the film is always moving. Why should you pause when the world is moving? The action spans over a few days, less than a week. And indeed the camera makes you feel like something is always going to happen, that characters are on the lookout; the…

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  • The Substance

    The Substance

    ★★★★

    "The body is our general medium for having a world." (Maurice Merleau-Ponty, Phenomenology of perception)

    The way I see this film is a feminist thought experiment working on interesting premises. With the Substance, there is no disembodied "I", no sort of ideal "I" that thinks above the body, no stable idea of self. After mitosis, the thinking body becomes as lonely as it is double. Coralie Fargeat imagines the death of metaphysical sustainability of the self, and warns about its…

  • Dead Man

    Dead Man

    ★★★★★

    Although it is difficult to classify Dead Man and explain all its artistic impulses through labels and denominations, this remarkable collaboration between artists—Jim Jarmusch, Neil Young, Johnny Depp, Iggy Pop, Gary Farmer, Robby Müller, John Hurt—must be commented on from a variety of perspectives, whether it is 1) the deconstruction of 19th-century American modernity, 2) a way of reinventing genre codes to celebrate poetry (and art in general), or 3) the ultimate statement of the film, which is an ode…