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as part of my campaign personally to the movies, I say, "art", I swallowed the-yet-highly recommended In The Mood For Love , s friend Wong Kar Wai. Yes, the same one that exists currently on empire of refinement and good taste , is it necessary to recall? (Game: The Lesbian Vampire Killers Will it encencé by Cahiers du Cinema: yes / no / issues?).

first observation is reflected in the Best Actor award, the emphasis has clearly been on the cast, to the detriment of the budget music. So yes good, I can already hear voices raised, people s'outrer "Yes, I m'outre, how can we last?" You're kidding! "Call the police!". Because you see, in the middle, we s'outre hyper easily. And I say no, sorry: the background music of the film is borked.
So okay, the main theme can be considered remarkable, but repeated 473 times (I counted) in the film, it quickly becomes tiresome. Even frightening, if you dint like me become a victim of the curse of Dede, who is to appear Andre Rieu each Once the three famous notes of violin sound. And believe me, 473 times is a long time. I ended up in a sweat. * * Schlitch
Then there is the subject of the film itself. (Do not read if you do not want to know they are dying at the end.) Consider a pair A and B. Cutting These two couples are moving into a building in neighboring apartments. Mr. A often goes on business trips, as well as Mrs. B. Mrs. A and Mr. B are often alone, and the dresses of Chinese helping Mrs. A, he began having "feelings" for the latter. There followed a half hours or more, during which Mrs. A strives to turn the ass in front of mine upset Mr. B who, not knowing if it's bacon or pork is as if he had seen nothing but good nonetheless there is no wood either, you understand.
So yes, well, there's the Chinese atmosphere that I will not transcribe here, which means that, effectively, one has the impression that things are happening. Especially when Ms. A will look for noodles and she meets Mr. B in the narrow lane on the music of Andre Rieu. This happens at least fifty times, because she obviously loves much noodles. In short, a film full of nuances, in silence, unspoken, in hands that graze and looks beveled, through which a poem emerges as light that subtle. A jewel of cinema that sublimates the fragility of being, and especially its relationship to the other, tell the connoisseur (Huh? Oh no no, it does not "catch it" not even the end, as you say ...).
For my part, I will summarize my analysis into a citation Bénabar, that came as a pee, so by the end of the film which perfectly captures my feelings about this masterpiece:

I need to be alone I walk
oceanfront
To make the point in contact
elements
But anything that I conclude I must
not be a poet is that it must
Very boring boring
be a seagull dêtre

(Yes, I wanted to quote Nietzsche, but Morticia my carnivorous plant (made me think of you talk about Morticia), I suggested something more inclusive, more "popular" as she said, snapping his jaws. And we must never contradict Morticia. Never.)
I concluded that I can unfortunately not be at the Cannes festival jury, not having the required sensitivity, for example, to assess its value almost philosophical dimension of the sequence where Mr. B to air kiss a rock in a temple in Cambodia.
For five minutes.
Without any dialogue.
...
Besides, if you understand this scene, I invite you to give me a lesson.

Tonight Desperate Housewives s'offira to my skeptical eyes on the little chain that goes up. I rely heavily on this series to get over the unfortunate delusion of In The Mood For Love. Look: 1, 2, 3, 4 ... (Those who understand forgiveness, explain to others).
So tomorrow, I will discuss with strength of character craze brilliant, quirky and cynical of this series which serves as my colleagues. That promises. We'll see what we will see!
Look, I made the phrases in preview: there will the "I love what I is that it's filled with second degree, huh?" Hihi! "the assistant manager or the" Yesh and then you see there is this unhealthy atmosphere You see, the double Thurs actors, a bit like American Beauty. "from the base computer / critical in his spare time to Carrefour Knowledge . Without forgetting the " Han and brown, then the one with the ch'veux, it is too boOonne! " commercial.
(No, do not tell me, Leo, I know you got the same at home.)
Tonight, millions of viewers will have a revelation, and me too.
Finally, normally ...

I wish you good morning.

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Jean-Philippe
03/2003 - 12/2005

Ladies, gentlemen, is not without some emotion that I must tell you, with five months of pain behind the tragic death of Jean-Philippe, yucca and friend, took place in its second year.
disease, yes sir, illness, decided to bring in limbo my old companion in misfortune, after several weeks of terrible suffering, of course (not because when we called "the disease" should be doing things as they should). So much so, that I dare not describe the circumstances under which this atrocious little dear has left us.
...
Okay, so I say: I do not know what happened, it rotted from within. Si

What's crazy is that outside there was aware of nothing. He always looked well, serene. And then suddenly, the leaves lose their green yesteryear to become yellowish. Finally, I resigned myself to him in a tear, to establish a Diagnostic, and because I had always secretly wanted to make him suffer (Huh? No no, I have not talked to suffer m'enfin, a little outfit ...) and inside the trunk was filled with more ...
(Shit, I do not know what's in the trunk of a yucca when it is not rotten.)
short, it was no longer filled with [insert stuff here yucca], but in a blackish substance and extremely nauseating, admittedly.
Well, do not mince our words: Jean-Philippe, on his deathbed, stank ....
Jean-Philippe, was the next Yucca dormant in all of us (yes, looking good, not right, here ...), it was the deadly sting of a leaf as sharp as lurking in the shade, was a touch green and dusty in a gray and dusty.
But Jean-Philippe, was also a friend, a confidant, a shoulder (well, not) mellow (either) and welcoming (yet) on which it was good to pour out (well not finally).
Jean-Philippe was finally an accomplice, always willing to commit the worst crimes. Let us remember that under the kidnapping of fabulous fleafou , fomented by Jean-Philippe and myself, at other times, other blogs. Also note that the victim has since raised the green flag on his blog, probably a sign of mourning, you know, Stockholm syndrome and all ...
Decidedly he was not good to be green in 2005, which is yucca or even blog ...

Adieu, Jean-Philippe, may you rot in a soil more fertile than the one that saw you born, and give your life to turn a pack of small yuccas all the more sadistic than the others, who I hope your work will perpetuate.

(If you want to leave a little note, a book of condolences is available at the bottom of this post.)

I must leave you, it's still very fresh in my memory, so I'll withdraw in silence to go alone in my Chouin neighborhoods (Hein ? Play? Oh no, no, you do not think ...).

I wish you good morning.

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I do not know if you noticed, but I think the jokes, or even simple references to Maite , it really has not aged well.
Here, besides this post smells a little musty, the coup.
Yes, because before, when we wanted to talk about a fat lady a bit ridiculous, or just big, they talked about Maite, you see. They said "no but Haaan watching this one, it seems Maite, huhu.". Then everyone burst out in heart. It was fun, you know, friendly.
Now, all the Maite world has forgotten, and I do not even talk about this brave Micheline.
bad. I also think we urgently need a new big, on TV, because otherwise how will people do ...
I needed to say.

So if talking about this typical restaurant / lodging doubtful / Shabby move that took the honor for having me the other night. No, but tell me, in the end, dammit! It starts with the boss looks like a fridge door that is not damn tell me whether or not this is possible or not.
"We come tonight and we will both ." I say that Michelle's mother. (Both is a number between 4 and 6, limits excluded, you have two hours)
"Both ?" she says "Let's see."
V'la she began to think in eyeing the four chairs that are dueling in the cubbyhole that serves as dining room, so we were not that much.
"Well, err yes then agreed as , around 20:30, okay?"
"Heck yeah."
...
So here we go, limping clopant, and the way we could meet a large ... (Ah, it makes me sign board that is not: here we go, period.)
We put our coats we did not, and someone comes up with a card-shaped pig, so if we say "good time tonight if you want y 'to eat it. Point.." Yes, because you understand, to give the appearance of a cottage nice and friendly, nothing like making a single menu, that way everybody eats the same thing, nobody wants to bite you and that your fries we must recognize that it is still very significant. And then, well, I must admit that it's much less boring for the cook, eh. Not good but what bin at the end, what does that mean those restaurants that give us a choice? Huh? They will be glad when all the chefs will have died of exhaustion and even exhaustion.
So good, as a le monde avait choisi le même menu, du coup, j'ai pris la même chose que tout le monde, et le type au cochon, là, il avait l'air rassuré.
Ca a commencé par une soupe aussi verte qu'elle en avait l'air, avec des feuilles de machin dedans. La dame avec sa tête de frigo nous a posé la soupière sur la table, et pis elle est partie, genre "démerdez-vous". Moi, ne pas nous servir la soupe, j'ai trouvé ça louche. Mais bon les autres disaient que "Ahah c'est sympa et convivial".
Bon.
Personnellement je n'ai jamais ressenti un quelconque plaisir à servir une assiette de soupe, hein, mais après tout chacun son truc.
La soupe était bonne, merci. Malgré while I could not take my head that the soup is primarily flavored hot water for cutting hunger, but it's probably because I, sir, I know that c is that hunger! It's not like all these idiots who spend their days in train ... (Ah, it makes me sign board that is not: I do not really know what it is that hunger.)
This was followed by a plate of risotto "vegetarian" with a salad as green she looked like. I told myself in my fort boyar inside that "vegetarian" was a way a little mat to tell us we have no meat because it expensive and that the coup is made less profit per pigeo ... customer. But others found it still as nice and friendly and also super original. Si

Rice and salad.
Original.
...
And then the lady came to tell us refrigerator desserts. I was shocked, for he had the choice, there. I almost asked her if she was not too tired, so, as she had done several desserts, if she would not sit back for five minutes, all that drinking a glass of water. But actually no, I did not want to risk a darker surroundings as nice. And friendly.
is the gentleman who brought me pig my pie.
Finally ...
Technically, it was actually a pie. Apart from that I generally, I prefer when the dough is baked, but hey, I see you coming, you still tell me I'm looking for the little beast. And you'd be right, since everyone feasted with great fanfare as "mmmmhh" and other small screeching that for technical reasons, I unfortunately can not reproduce here.
Well, finally found the meeting very nice meal and friendly, especially since it cost only five euros per guest, with two bars and the ridiculously small pitcher of pink understood. "Reasonable." As they say, taking a serious head who knows Mr. Price, who plays the stock market.
It must come from me, but five euros for a plate fleet, Bolino a salad and a piece of pie home Tricatel, it stuck with me a little bit on the stomach. Like what, it does no good to s'empifrer ...

I wish you good morning.