LA PREMIERE
10/11/11 by Natasha M
The Eye of the Storm
Masks and reality, platypus rugs and mink coats, diamonds and sapphires, cheating nurses and devoted friends, housekeepers and gardeners, genteel poverty and royal arrivals, desires and revenge, action, action, action... and… quiet Sydney botanical garden green pastures and catastrophic tropical storms, decay and rejuvenation, European sensibility versus Australian crassness, roads and muddy waters, Princesses and lovelaces, wrinkles and desperate, darting blue eyes, self-importance, the button popping from vests and sleeves in sauces, morality and immorality, ambitions and disappointment, power and weakness, cobwebs of emotional landscapes and truly dysfunctional families, "I love a little slut in a woman" and loyalty of a dumped ex, white and black dresses, honest layers and suicides, blood stains and wigs, cursed characters and the culture that spawned them, German cabarets and oysters at the Paris' Maxim, pearls and worms, flies and chocolate cakes, nightmares and sweet dreams, John Galsworthy yellow book cover and some childhood memories, black Bentleighs and dusty trucks, bracing complexity and sad-funny sweep of life, gold lines and cleverly shaped scenes, dark heavy blinds and see through light siphons, one kilo gold chains and broken glasses, flirt and despair, actors and thesps, lost hopes and forgiving returns, death and beauty, love and ... nothing positive until you see the family living in the childhood home in the countryside. But you can not even choose who is acting better... fine talents and masterclass in refined, resourceful acting… and everyone - no exceptions - is playing their roles so naturally and so in harmony with one another...frank, funny and immensely satisfying adaptation of White’s novel. Did we like it? Yes, 10 out of 10. Would we see it again? Oh, no, this is like re-living your life again - too hard to watch and too painful to think about ourselves... too much of everything - genius actors, genius director, and top class camera moments!.. ''All elements are hereditary,'' she snaps. ''So are moral flaws.''... "and please don't come again before the storm is over"...
The Eye of the Storm
Masks and reality, platypus rugs and mink coats, diamonds and sapphires, cheating nurses and devoted friends, housekeepers and gardeners, genteel poverty and royal arrivals, desires and revenge, action, action, action... and… quiet Sydney botanical garden green pastures and catastrophic tropical storms, decay and rejuvenation, European sensibility versus Australian crassness, roads and muddy waters, Princesses and lovelaces, wrinkles and desperate, darting blue eyes, self-importance, the button popping from vests and sleeves in sauces, morality and immorality, ambitions and disappointment, power and weakness, cobwebs of emotional landscapes and truly dysfunctional families, "I love a little slut in a woman" and loyalty of a dumped ex, white and black dresses, honest layers and suicides, blood stains and wigs, cursed characters and the culture that spawned them, German cabarets and oysters at the Paris' Maxim, pearls and worms, flies and chocolate cakes, nightmares and sweet dreams, John Galsworthy yellow book cover and some childhood memories, black Bentleighs and dusty trucks, bracing complexity and sad-funny sweep of life, gold lines and cleverly shaped scenes, dark heavy blinds and see through light siphons, one kilo gold chains and broken glasses, flirt and despair, actors and thesps, lost hopes and forgiving returns, death and beauty, love and ... nothing positive until you see the family living in the childhood home in the countryside. But you can not even choose who is acting better... fine talents and masterclass in refined, resourceful acting… and everyone - no exceptions - is playing their roles so naturally and so in harmony with one another...frank, funny and immensely satisfying adaptation of White’s novel. Did we like it? Yes, 10 out of 10. Would we see it again? Oh, no, this is like re-living your life again - too hard to watch and too painful to think about ourselves... too much of everything - genius actors, genius director, and top class camera moments!.. ''All elements are hereditary,'' she snaps. ''So are moral flaws.''... "and please don't come again before the storm is over"...
Whistleblower
Darkness, total darkness, there is no light in the tunnel… no justice; there is just fear, just hopeless faces of miserable girls and brutality of those in power… The tunnel is endless and who knows what the future brings… If you want to experience the truth of reality and feel who actually rules out there, watch this movie. But I close my case – I do not want to watch or hear about it again… No stars from me, no from Alex… sorry… and no comments… just frustration and broken heart...
Darkness, total darkness, there is no light in the tunnel… no justice; there is just fear, just hopeless faces of miserable girls and brutality of those in power… The tunnel is endless and who knows what the future brings… If you want to experience the truth of reality and feel who actually rules out there, watch this movie. But I close my case – I do not want to watch or hear about it again… No stars from me, no from Alex… sorry… and no comments… just frustration and broken heart...
Midnight in Paris
The movie’s just created for those of us who tend to live in the past... No, not about Hemmingway killing lions and drinking endlessly, not about Dali with his rhinoceros obsessions, not about Picasso's sexuality and not even about the hair style of Scott Fitzgerald. It is about you and me who forget we are all living in the present. The present is a gift and not even private detective can save you from your here and now. Good, light time, lovely Paris places like Shakespeare and Co Antique Books (our favorite from these old times that are past :o)) and the books markets alone Seine river... Lovely.. like everything that Woody Allen makes... Fall in love with his vision of Paris and life...
The movie’s just created for those of us who tend to live in the past... No, not about Hemmingway killing lions and drinking endlessly, not about Dali with his rhinoceros obsessions, not about Picasso's sexuality and not even about the hair style of Scott Fitzgerald. It is about you and me who forget we are all living in the present. The present is a gift and not even private detective can save you from your here and now. Good, light time, lovely Paris places like Shakespeare and Co Antique Books (our favorite from these old times that are past :o)) and the books markets alone Seine river... Lovely.. like everything that Woody Allen makes... Fall in love with his vision of Paris and life...
Anonymous
Few records of Shakespeare's private life survive, and there has been considerable speculation about such matters as his physical appearance, sexuality, religious beliefs, and whether the works attributed to him were written by others. The interest in the subject continues into the 21st century particularly the Oxfordian theory of Shakespeare authorship (Edward de Vere, 17th Earl of Oxford),
"...To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
This fantasy movie is amazingly done with a strong message behind it. You need to watch the movie to read the message between the lines. We just add to this message: whoever he was this genious who wrote such splendid rhymes, his words will remain in our hearts and in our souls forever as nothing more powerful has been written in English language in the last 400 years... 38 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and several other poems were written by Will Shake-Speare... and as we know "Manuscripts don't burn" (M. Bulgakov, Master and Margarita) no matter what they say!
Few records of Shakespeare's private life survive, and there has been considerable speculation about such matters as his physical appearance, sexuality, religious beliefs, and whether the works attributed to him were written by others. The interest in the subject continues into the 21st century particularly the Oxfordian theory of Shakespeare authorship (Edward de Vere, 17th Earl of Oxford),
"...To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
This fantasy movie is amazingly done with a strong message behind it. You need to watch the movie to read the message between the lines. We just add to this message: whoever he was this genious who wrote such splendid rhymes, his words will remain in our hearts and in our souls forever as nothing more powerful has been written in English language in the last 400 years... 38 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and several other poems were written by Will Shake-Speare... and as we know "Manuscripts don't burn" (M. Bulgakov, Master and Margarita) no matter what they say!
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