2011 is the year she change? At least, she opens a new cycle in my life as a film buff haunted by everything that comes out? The question I nombrilistiquement (whew, looks like a title of Mylène Farmer ...) echoes the end of my last post and generally crappy start that I have known since 2007 in fact going back in my archives.
Somewhere is indeed something extraordinarily captivating on paper. A new film director who decides which experiments or boring, it depends, the subject of a pardon for the trouble maker too quickly cataloged minded has-beens errors that have punctuated his filmography. It is true that they were more numerous in recent times, those who still believed in the artistic potential of Stephen Dorff. He, indeed. And then came what this story, the story of an actor in a chic area, infantilized by all these people around him, bothered by a loneliness that lives in the interstices of his dreary life to fucker anything goes. Because finally there are indeed two things that seem to motivate the character of Johnny Marco: his daughter to the custody of his ex-wife, and then the girls, especially blondes.
hard for a guy like Dorff do not skip it. It is as if he intended to put his own life on reel. No need to really acting, just remember what made us dive, what the raid. Loneliness, boredom, disgust, easy sex, the absence of any effort that leads inexorably to the selflessness and others. It all seemed too good for the actor.
And Coppola would have been wrong not to believe in him. Dorff, his first smile despite her thirty young graduate who begins his forehead, emits a light wave that absorbs everything, as space partners. Suffice to say we did not expect so, so beautiful if present, even if pervasive. Without making it too fills all the voids of the script and almost makes you forget the primary symbolic of the director.
For this monster, Coppola has offered a role and the horizon of a scene to surround him. Sad trampling easy, languishing in his film plunges you into a long jam chic, narcissistic emptiness where the film world contemplates neurotic. So you end up having little respect for this botched job.
From the outset the film revolves round: Marco, in his beautiful black Ferrari, running on a little shabby circuit, then stops, gets out of his car and turns away to nothingness he had just created. Either Marco bored in this life full of repetitions and let go. He was bored so he falls asleep in front of these two blonde who make it a dance with much grace, skill and lasciviousness that two monkeys hanging on a vine.
The film becomes ulcerating. Egotism autistic film, which has eyes only for himself and his world, invited to nonsense. Incomprehensible to the common design that is so complicated and inhuman to be a star, to party and get laid with all the beautiful creatures around you. It's hard to be moved to pathetic character and kindness of the sordid Coppola.
Especially since it does not hesitate to add more. The turning lanes of Chateau Marmont (hotel $ 370 a night for a single room and $ 3,700 for the penthouse at night ...) we take the elevator with Benicio del Toro and then you can almost Aurelien Wiik (!) at a party. And because we do things as a family, we invite Alden Ehrenreich, young actor hatched by Coppola and father staged in Tetro.
Yes frankly all this gives the impression of turning round and laughing, not of this world that looks little hairs cock (or pussy, do your market) all the time, but we, to whom we look for a little compassion.
Decidedly not, 2011 will not change the routine from the beginning of the year though, we must admit, this Somewhere not comparable with The Spirit or Dante 01 . Only the most radical film of Sofia provides the same desire as that which arises from the not unpleasant Johnny Marco take our car to leave town, we lose the campaign and watch the scenery rather than the bourgeois lamentations all these people.
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