Stripping. It is the word that came to mind after watching The Encounter, a film by Alain Cavalier committing 1996. Strip, the verb, not the adjective, because unlike the latter, which implies most often, when pronounced by the mouth of a spectator, an inadequacy or a lack or failure - is stripped, so it lacks something, something we would have liked to see - rob, the verb, said action and vow to be so.
Stripping, yes, this seemed to be the will of the director on this film, a film which, if I refer to the sad score of 28 votes he received on Imdb.com, the well known moviegoers, me told in passing that he did not have to move the crowds. But ultimately no matter the brand of disinterest, because, as Proust said, making a living and continue work, then the work itself and not the public. Stripping
so. And the film first, of all his lies, illusions and tricks that the rest of Buster Keaton, Sherlock Jr. in its grandeur of 1924 was the first to denounce. Indeed, here in this movie just 80 minutes, no manners and swindling, as if special effects and other deceptive stuff things, from something aesthetic to the gizmo callipygian curves of nymphets exposed carrots at the end of stick to the spectators, whose crowd, hehe, I do not opting out, do not leave their seats and dream during the two hours that usually lasts a movie, Alain Cavalier who uses only one technique, that transmit to the nearest life, indeed, as available to us.
In this story of an encounter between a man and a woman, whose identification characters seemed to have no interest because what really matters here is their meeting and how they'll live, n 'is, indeed, hardly a single sequence, not a single frame, it has to be stroked his foot in sacred relic, the woman he loved, a lucky stone brought from Brazil, received a broken vase inheritance, the melancholy image of a beach rained or the face of a father that old age is so worn that it has made it transparent that our own eyes would unable to see or do. In other words, the camera lens of the filmmaker does not distort our view, nor the force, it is our view and it is all the time and anywhere, and this is his magic , magic, yes, because it takes a damn talented to pass on this beautiful line of truth, and of course a lot of willingness or belief in what we do to not be tempted to deviate, life shot up as well, when you do not water it down with tricks and feints, poorly restore joy or boredom that you would burn in the film. Certainly there is too much in those short minutes, all, absolutely all storytellers of little things, those little things that fill a life and warm, folded plans as still life, rendered in the manner of painters, our TV screen while mingling with their pictures, as this will be the yellow leaf by autumn leaf whose veins are perfectly symmetrical and dispersing from and along a long central stem, will come to the author of these images is parallelized with the back of the woman beloved, and this bouquet tied with another immortal flower, pink roses of this, since it is the beloved who has composed a bunch of immortal whose yellow-bodied is so wonderfully made and if true, despite the installation, we can smell the spicy fragrance without the need for it to hear the voiceover we describe it, and next to the sheet back and evocative of a bunch of picked a day at sea and dunes are still many other objects, objects that one invariably gets the same pleasure since a true art, those who tell the truth of things, linking them together. But at the same time, it is not impossible to see through This leaf and the bouquet of everlasting talented photographer, these images, objects swarming talkative too, that consist tirelessly our memory, of course, the nice way to Alain Cavalier and less. From that of the author, as already experienced at the moment he puts them on the screen, this sheet and this package may indeed find their equivalents in our, and his camera, which was already the focus of our eyes, now seems able to say also the color of our own memories, and all the heat they are capable. This remark, I owe you, my dear, thanks to thine own immortal words and that you used to tell me, because these flowers and these words, they were like straight out of film, this film at the time you had not seen it yet.
Stripping film of all its tinsel and liars give in return as one garment, the language of real life, but also rob life of all that weight, all that work, everything that problem is also, at least I think he's one of the intentions of the filmmaker. For what we see in this film except that two lives through the miracle of a meeting, have excluded them, them that are actually more than one, the beautiful partnership that know these two people, former orange halves that luck has blended, fused with their lives together, all that is not their union, all that does not relate to it, like everything that does not enrich? Outside this circle lightened everything, everything but them and his circle are still a family nearby and open wide enough to contain a large cat and a wounded bird, remain in effect the great excitement of the world, this nausea - what I emphasized in vertigo only meant to call a spade a spade as far from me to say things that two heroes of the film do not speak - this world that have as main engines of opinion or conflicts of interest, the daily misery, wealth no longer know what to do, small vanity, flattery and meanness in you want in here, the head of Turkish humor, technological gadgets and celebrity idols high above God and more mysteries we know not explain the science or philosophy, having found answer to everything. In this world unpleasant to walk continuously on the head, the couple in The Meeting will have said no, certainly not a deliberate frontal but not intended as a rebellion since acquired by experience, solid experience, both great lovers of film who in fact both reached the age where it becomes possible to draw conclusions on decent life. At this place in the world that churn so many people, these two seem well on track to continue to prefer the full knowledge they have of themselves, blessing hour after hour the amazing miracle of their souls supremely confused, as the day they met, more precious to them than a gem, or the day of their birthday, basically, the only brand to appear on a calendar, they have allowed to experience this bliss, this bit of heaven before heaven, that can provide certainty to be always perfectly understood.
We will never know if this will be the fate of two lovers meeting, ending the film as if we did know we had learned enough on them, against what we know, after eating this slice Life appetizing frankly, is that there is no better than the weight of love to lighten the weight of the world.
Stripping, yes, this seemed to be the will of the director on this film, a film which, if I refer to the sad score of 28 votes he received on Imdb.com, the well known moviegoers, me told in passing that he did not have to move the crowds. But ultimately no matter the brand of disinterest, because, as Proust said, making a living and continue work, then the work itself and not the public. Stripping
so. And the film first, of all his lies, illusions and tricks that the rest of Buster Keaton, Sherlock Jr. in its grandeur of 1924 was the first to denounce. Indeed, here in this movie just 80 minutes, no manners and swindling, as if special effects and other deceptive stuff things, from something aesthetic to the gizmo callipygian curves of nymphets exposed carrots at the end of stick to the spectators, whose crowd, hehe, I do not opting out, do not leave their seats and dream during the two hours that usually lasts a movie, Alain Cavalier who uses only one technique, that transmit to the nearest life, indeed, as available to us.
In this story of an encounter between a man and a woman, whose identification characters seemed to have no interest because what really matters here is their meeting and how they'll live, n 'is, indeed, hardly a single sequence, not a single frame, it has to be stroked his foot in sacred relic, the woman he loved, a lucky stone brought from Brazil, received a broken vase inheritance, the melancholy image of a beach rained or the face of a father that old age is so worn that it has made it transparent that our own eyes would unable to see or do. In other words, the camera lens of the filmmaker does not distort our view, nor the force, it is our view and it is all the time and anywhere, and this is his magic , magic, yes, because it takes a damn talented to pass on this beautiful line of truth, and of course a lot of willingness or belief in what we do to not be tempted to deviate, life shot up as well, when you do not water it down with tricks and feints, poorly restore joy or boredom that you would burn in the film. Certainly there is too much in those short minutes, all, absolutely all storytellers of little things, those little things that fill a life and warm, folded plans as still life, rendered in the manner of painters, our TV screen while mingling with their pictures, as this will be the yellow leaf by autumn leaf whose veins are perfectly symmetrical and dispersing from and along a long central stem, will come to the author of these images is parallelized with the back of the woman beloved, and this bouquet tied with another immortal flower, pink roses of this, since it is the beloved who has composed a bunch of immortal whose yellow-bodied is so wonderfully made and if true, despite the installation, we can smell the spicy fragrance without the need for it to hear the voiceover we describe it, and next to the sheet back and evocative of a bunch of picked a day at sea and dunes are still many other objects, objects that one invariably gets the same pleasure since a true art, those who tell the truth of things, linking them together. But at the same time, it is not impossible to see through This leaf and the bouquet of everlasting talented photographer, these images, objects swarming talkative too, that consist tirelessly our memory, of course, the nice way to Alain Cavalier and less. From that of the author, as already experienced at the moment he puts them on the screen, this sheet and this package may indeed find their equivalents in our, and his camera, which was already the focus of our eyes, now seems able to say also the color of our own memories, and all the heat they are capable. This remark, I owe you, my dear, thanks to thine own immortal words and that you used to tell me, because these flowers and these words, they were like straight out of film, this film at the time you had not seen it yet.
Stripping film of all its tinsel and liars give in return as one garment, the language of real life, but also rob life of all that weight, all that work, everything that problem is also, at least I think he's one of the intentions of the filmmaker. For what we see in this film except that two lives through the miracle of a meeting, have excluded them, them that are actually more than one, the beautiful partnership that know these two people, former orange halves that luck has blended, fused with their lives together, all that is not their union, all that does not relate to it, like everything that does not enrich? Outside this circle lightened everything, everything but them and his circle are still a family nearby and open wide enough to contain a large cat and a wounded bird, remain in effect the great excitement of the world, this nausea - what I emphasized in vertigo only meant to call a spade a spade as far from me to say things that two heroes of the film do not speak - this world that have as main engines of opinion or conflicts of interest, the daily misery, wealth no longer know what to do, small vanity, flattery and meanness in you want in here, the head of Turkish humor, technological gadgets and celebrity idols high above God and more mysteries we know not explain the science or philosophy, having found answer to everything. In this world unpleasant to walk continuously on the head, the couple in The Meeting will have said no, certainly not a deliberate frontal but not intended as a rebellion since acquired by experience, solid experience, both great lovers of film who in fact both reached the age where it becomes possible to draw conclusions on decent life. At this place in the world that churn so many people, these two seem well on track to continue to prefer the full knowledge they have of themselves, blessing hour after hour the amazing miracle of their souls supremely confused, as the day they met, more precious to them than a gem, or the day of their birthday, basically, the only brand to appear on a calendar, they have allowed to experience this bliss, this bit of heaven before heaven, that can provide certainty to be always perfectly understood. We will never know if this will be the fate of two lovers meeting, ending the film as if we did know we had learned enough on them, against what we know, after eating this slice Life appetizing frankly, is that there is no better than the weight of love to lighten the weight of the world.
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