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Libé’s Cannes’tionaire

Posted in Books, Kids, pictures, Running, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 30, 2025 by xi'an

The French newspaper Libé(ration) is submitting some participants to the 2025 Cannes film festival to a questionnaire akin to Proust’s literary questionnaire and I found myself hard-pressed to answer, as it took a few on-line searches to fit the questions. Obviously the answers are of little interest and definitely not going to appear in Libé!

La première image ?

Hard to remember, rally, since (paradoxically) we were hardly ever going out to see films in the cinema of the small Norman town where we lived when I was a kid (and with no TV at home). Once in a (long) while a projectionist would come to our primary school so it may be Moby Dick (1956) or Twenty-Thousand Leagues under the Sea were among the first films I saw. As well as The Grapes of Wrath on a neighbour’s television, down the street. I actually remember most vividly a time when we all went to this local cinema for a family film (possibly Charlie Chaplin’s The Circus) and I got terrified by the teaser for an incoming film about vampires!

Le chef-d’œuvre dont tout le monde vous parle et que vous n’avez jamais vu ?

An incredible number of masterpieces, in fact, like Les 400 coups or La Haine to stick to the French production—and neither I have watched Le Fabuleux Destin d’Amélie Poulain, but I am uncertain it qualifies as a masterpiece. Which reflects my lack of cinematographic culture, getting worse in the recent years where I only listen to the film critic show on the French public radio, France Inter. I tried to catch up during COVID, but somehow got distracted by series. Partly because watching on-line older, more classical movies, is often a challenge. (I managed to bag Tirez sur le Pianiste last year.)

Un film secret qui en sait long sur vous ?

If… a 1968 vitriolesque depiction of boarding schools, with A Clockwork Orange‘s Malcom McDowell. Reflecting my mood about said schools at the time I saw it.

La bande originale qui vous trotte dans la tête ?

The music of Blade Runner by Vangelis is just fitting the movie so well. Albeit not something I would keep in my head for days. If I skip films involving music one way or another like 8 Miles, The Blues Brothers, O Brother, Where Art Thou?, or Desperately Seeking Susan, the (not original) soundtracks of, to name just a few, Trainspotting, Shrek and The Hobbit (Misty Mountains) certainly stayed there for a while!

Un film où il ferait bon vivre ? Ou un film qui fait aimer les gens ?

Spirited Away (千と千尋の神隠し), by Miyazaki Hayao. Even though the episode of Chihiro’s parents being turned into pigs traumatised my very young daughter when we watched it in a cinema! As well as (pardoxically) Shoplifters.

Votre palme d’or favorite (ou un film qui ne l’a pas eue et c’est un scandale !)

Rashomon, obviously. Although it was withdrawn from the Cannes 1951 competition for copyright worries.

Votre vie devient un biopic. Qui dans votre rôle ? Et qui derrière la caméra ?

No interest whatsoever, a waste of time and money. Unless I decide to get Into the Wild..! But I would dream of a movie in the spirit of Andrezj Walda’s Eine Liebe in Deutschland (which I never watched!), that would evoke the story of the Macé’s, a couple who were friends to my grandparents and went through an exceptional life and love that started in a German farm during WWII.

Le monstre ou le psychopathe de cinéma dont vous vous sentez le plus proche ?

Alien! I mean, why did they have to come and bother it?! And, in a less serious mood, The Monster (with no name, poor thing!, not even for his Abe Normal’s brain…) in Young Frankenstein. [Answer that I share with Isabelle Huppert, as I realised after writing this! And she also mentions Blade Runner, albeit as the masterpiece she did not watch.]

La scène qui vous fait pleurer à tous les coups ?

The finale of (John Huston’s) The Dead. And Tokue’s death in Sweet Bean (あん). And many others! Plus, while this is not the question per se, I have fainted during a few films, like The Last Temptation of Christ (and not because the protesters at the entrance of the Ithaca cinema!) and The Martian (during a flight to Boston). But would not necessarily faint again were I to watch them a second time.

Le film le plus drôle de tous les temps ?

Monty Python and the Holy Grail, no doubt! [Shared with Mylène Farmer, a posteriori.]A un-Monthy-esque seconder would be Almodovar’s Mujeres al borde de un ataque de nervios. Or Tampopo, as I have not watched either in years.

Quelle réplique peut résumer votre humeur du moment ?

I felt like running (Forest Gump) [which was a missed masterpiece for Kazuo Ishiguro, another interviewee!].

La dernière image ?

The final scene of Casablanca, with this forever obscure quote Here’s looking at you, kid.

1917

Posted in Books, Kids, pictures, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on February 23, 2020 by xi'an

While in Chamonix, last week, I went to see a film for the first time in many months (as the latest installment of Star Wars does not count!).  As it happened, there was a English version of 1917 (and the theatre was full of English speaking spectators, in this most British of French Alpine towns!). I had no prior opinion about the film, for once, having missed my national public radio cinema critic show. The setting was rather impressive at the beginning with the crossing of the deserted “no-man’s-land” between bomb holes and decomposed cadavres, in a constant rush to save thousands from a planned massacre, but then the story stalls into an allegory that becomes almost cartoonesque, from the cut orchards to the plane running into their barn, to the eerie lighting of the ruins, to the episode with the refugee, to the fall in the river and the sad Wayfaring Stranger song (which made me think of the dwarven song in the Hobbit!) and to the anti-climactic reaction of Benedict Cumberbatch. By making the fate of so many depends on the unrealistic bravery of a single man, Mendes’ film may point out (rather cheaply) at the absurdity of it all. But it also contributes to perpetuate the myth of the hero, arriving against all odds (and then some) to save them all (if at the 13th hour). Granted, the film is effective and I was on the verge of tears by its ending, when the brother receives the bad news, but by focussing on the most unrepresentative soldier of the whole front, freely running in the (killing) fields rather than being stuck in the rotten mud for months, it missed the terrible fate of the overwhelming majority, condemned to die without redeeming heroic actions.

the sky that would not rise [film review]

Posted in Books, Kids, pictures, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , on December 31, 2019 by xi'an

My 2019 end-of-the-year-movie-with-my-grownup-kids was the final Star Wars episode, Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker, watched in a quasi-empty theatre with mostly young kids… Surprisingly no one left before the end, which frankly did not come soon enough! The three of us agreed on the appalling conclusion to the trilogy, which recycles about every possible trope from the first series, from the generation antagonism to the endless battle calls and boring space battle scenes (although including an extra that reminded me of the ludicrous first appearance of Radagast the Brown in The Hobbit!), to the compulsory bar scene where some character is faced with some unsavoury past, to a complete disdain for the most basic laws of physics (and swordplay), to humongous snakes that live out of nothing, and cannot produce anything even moderately new in its scenario, recycling an amazing portion of scenes with Carrie Fisher (who died in 2016) as well as involving about every possible former actor. (I am surprised they did not dig Yoda, must have forgotten where the box with his costume was!) The dialogues are incredibly poor and dull, even R2D2’s, there is no meaningful dimension in the relations between the actors, who even more than usual end up focusing on single-minded objectives rather than keeping the larger picture in sight (well-done, General!), and the final scene that relates to the early ones of the 1977 movie with a binary sunset over the Tatooine desert is unbelievably heavy handed. (The picture of R2D2 and C3PO above is taken from a exhibit by Laurent Pons  in Paris, where he included some Star Wars characters in iconic Parisian locations.) May the Force be gone once and for good!

the Force awakens… some memories

Posted in Books, Kids, pictures, Travel with tags , , , , , , on January 10, 2016 by xi'an

In what may become a family tradition, I managed to accompany my daughter to the movies on the day off she takes just before her medical school finals. After last year catastrophic conclusion to the Hobbit trilogy, we went to watch the new Star Wars on the day it appeared in Paris. (Which involved me going directly to the movie theatre from the airport, on my way back from Warwick.) I am afraid I have to admit I enjoyed the movie a lot, despite my initial misgivings and the blatant shortcomings of this new instalment.

Indeed, it somewhat brought back [to me] the magic of watching the very first Star Wars, in the summer of 1977 and in a theatre located in down-town Birmingham, to make the connection complete! A new generation of (admittedly implausible) heroes takes over with very little help from the (equally implausible) old guys (so far). It is just brilliant to watch the scenario unfold towards the development of those characters and tant pis! if the battle scenes and the fighters and the whole Star Wars universe has not changed that much. While the new director has recovered the pace of the original film, he also builds the relations between most characters towards more depth and ambiguity. Once again, I like very much the way the original characters are treated, with just the right distance and irony, a position that would not have been possible with new actors. And again tant pis! if the new heroes share too much with the central characters of Hunger Games or The Maze Runner. This choice definitely appealed to my daughter, who did not complain in the least about the weaknesses in the scenario and about the very stretched ending. To the point of watching the movie a second time during the X’mas vacations.

The Hobbit (once upon a very long time…)

Posted in Books, Kids, pictures with tags , , , , , , on December 25, 2014 by xi'an

“Will you follow me, one last time?”

With my daughter, we completed our Xmas Tolkien cycle by going together to see The battle of the five armies. As several have noted before me, the best thing I can say about this Hobbit series is that it is now… over! Just like the previous two instalments, watching Peter Jackson’s grand finale was mostly enjoyable, but mainly for the same reasons one enjoys visiting a venerable great-aunt once a year around Christmas, namely for bringing back memories of good times and shared laughs. Indeed, Jackson managed to link both sagas through his central character of Gandalf who, while overly fond of raised eyebrows and mischievous eyes, is certainly the most compelling character all over.  While the plot stretched too thinly to keep me enthralled, as I could not remember why the orcs and goblins were converging to Erebor at the same time as the elves and dwarves and men of Dale (unless it was to justify the future name of the battle?!), I soon got battle-weary of the repeated clashes between the various armies which sounded like straight copies from on-line war games and even more of the half-dozen duels, while the rescue of Gandalf from Dol Gurdur is unbearably clumsy, with an apocryphal appearance of the Nazguls. As too often in the story, the giant eagles were so instrumental to victory that one could only wonder why they had not been around from the start.

The comical parts are much sparser here than in the previous movies: hardly any screen time for Radagast’s rabbits, thank Sauron!, or for the jovial Dain with his great Scottish brogue and his war[t]hog opening, or yet for Thranduil’s moose to show its major advantage in battle, a few steps before being shot down, or for the war mountain goats who appeared then vanished at the moment of direst need, or for Bard to find a pre-historical skateboard. I also noted that the [dumb] orgs managed to invent a precursor of Chappe’s telegraph that alas could only transmit one symbol [since it was always taking the same shape!], that Legolas recreated the Matrix by walking on a disintegrating bridge, and that Thorin turned on gravity for a few crucial seconds in a movie where most characters seem to have no issue with falling, jumping or fighting without the slightest consideration for mechanics, with a strong tendency for characters to head-butt into walls…

“What this adaptation of “The Hobbit” can’t avoid by its final instalment is its predictability and hollow foundations.” NYT, Dec. 16, 2014

Other features I did not enjoy much: Thorin sulked way too long, Alferid outlasted its stay on screen by about 144 minutes, only to vanish unexpectedly, Bilbo seemed lost at the margins most of the movie, while the love story between Kili and Tauriel was really one addition too many to Tolkien’s book. The search for variety in the steeds of the various armies made me almost wish for more races on the battle-field as we could then have seen fighters on giant moles or on battle-hens… And everyone could have done without the “Dune moment”, with giant earth-worms breaking tunnels only to return to oblivion. Anyway, we have now been “There and Back Again” and can now settle in our own hobbit-hole to re-read the books and enjoy a certain nostalgia about the days where we could imagine on our own how Bilbo, Gandalf or Thorin would look like, while humming “Song of the Misty Mountains”…