Saturday, September 19, 2015

the 400 blows . max mon amour . joint security area

male teenage angst shapes this film- some lovely scenes- the famous truancy in paris with the well of death; or that beautiful end on the beach with the startled look to the camera at the end. still i felt that the sexism that underpinned it all was rather annoying. the father is allowed to be cold towards his son because he is after all a step son- but the mother is given no excuse for being the bitch she is treated as. as for other women? they don't really exist. 

savagery is unleashed in the prim domesticity of the british diplomat's home as it prepares for the queen's visit when the chimpanzee might be giving better sex to his wife. he is confused, jealous, curious- while the wife stays silent as an enigma. played as natural the film is funny, easy and most importantly tender- in spite of its preposterous plot. 

blood brothers make friends across the border between north and south korea. you know this can't last right from the first scene. the rashomon like pov shifts try to confuse the matter - not very successfully. but skilled at story telling- this is. 


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