That among these

                                           are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

Hello,monday !

Thoughts on a monday.

Cine me

Wuthering Heights

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1181614/

I loved it – although I suspect Brontë fans who think the most admirable take on her novel to date is the musical version starring Cliff Richard in a self-adhesive beard will choke on the film like it’s a misshapen mint humbug.

The wildlife close-ups, the sensitivity to the weather and seasons, the twin obsessions of sex and death: all of this put me in mind of the brutal, lyrical work of the Japanese director Shohei Imamura, particularly his 1983 saga of life in a remote mountain village, The Ballad of Narayama.

Although Arnold and her talented cast succeed at times in evoking a flickering feeling of desperate love and loss, at others – such as Heathcliff’s final scene with Cathy’s corpse – it feels as if she is straining crudely for the extremes. This is an odd, spare film; the essence of Wuthering Heights remains to be captured.

Disturbingly naturalistic.

Remarkable soundtrack designed by Nicolas Becker that incorporates wind, birdsong, barking dogs, rain, the flapping of shutters, the whispering of leaves, the chattering of insects and the creaking of trees into a great symphony of nature.

The film is by no means negligible.

You went in the house of my body

and no longer know who I am, where I am.
Love knows. Love is a bird blind
you never lose your flight.

You brighten up my day

This obsessive, consuming, passionate thing called love.

P.S- He haunts me in my dreams.

Cine me

Haywire

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1506999/

Haywire is missing something. It has a great cast, especially formidable newcomer (and former American Gladiator/current female MMA fighter) Gina Carano. It has a terrific director in cinematic chameleon Steven Soderbergh and enough traditional fight scenes to tantalize even the most shaky-cam weary action aficionado. So what, exactly, does this smart, traditional thriller lack? Energy. Or perhaps a better way to put it is internal drive. Whenever Ms. Carano and the company engage in hand to hand combat, the film flies off the screen. We are drawn into their world and never want to leave. The minute the wounds start to heal and the blood congeals, however, everything dries up and stagnates...including our attention span. 

 It's just too bad then that this origin story (set up to allow for at least two sequels) is so dull. We learn very little about Mallory as a person, enjoy the brief bits with her dad, and can't quite fathom how she wound up with a weasel like Kenneth in the first place (McGregor is great in his insane asylum resident haircut). There is a death scene which is supposed to strike an emotional chord - and doesn't - as well as a payoff that earns more satisfaction from the swear word uttered than the implications to the plot. Throughout, Soderbergh keeps our interest, if not our investment. By the middle, we just want more Carano vs. cast beat downs.

 Toward the end, we are glad to get out of this inert narrative.

Je suis venu te dire que je m'en vais

Tu t'souviens des jours heureux et tu pleures                                             Tu sanglotes, tu gémis à présent qu'a sonné l'heure                                                                  Des adieux à jamais                                                                 Oui je suis au regret                                                                D'te dir'que je m'en vais                                                                Car tu m'en as trop fait 
P.S- Oui, je t'aime