Le Concert (2009)

n-am fost la concert dar am fost la LE CONCERT, Concertul lui Radu Mihaileanu, premiera romaneasca la megalopolisul Cinema City. Si apoi am petrecut strasnic cu artistii si invitatii lor, a fost o seara si o noapte minunata, mai tragica fost la trezirea de a doua zi...
schitez doar citeva puncte asupra filmului, nu e un film romanesc ci unul filmat in Romania (si la Moscova si la Paris)

si nici Radu Mihaileanu nu e regizor roman in purul sens al cuvintuluui, dar este un film special, comedie dulce-amara cu exagerari si ingrosari, melodrama de tip american, old-fashioned, emotie si ceva din Spielberg touch, manipularea spectatorului pina la lacrima, prin fiorul muzical al lui Ceaikovski. Concertul e montat virtuos, si isi ia zborul, la fel ca actul lungit din Unfaithfully Yours al lui Preston Sturges, in varianta cu Nasstasja Kinski. Iar Mélanie Laurent (din Inglorious Basterds) e minunata si m-am indragostit total de ea, in rolul violonistei.
Actorii rusi sunt excelenti (Aleksei Guskov, dirijorul, seamana cu George Motoi, Valeriy Barinov, fostul KGB-ist care vorbeste o franceza de baladeur) la fel ca cei francezi (Francois Berleand, Lionel Abelanski, Miou-Miou, Roger Dumas), ca si Vlad Ivanov, oligarhul violoncelist, sponsorul falsei orchestre Bolsoi. Si Rusine, actorii romani nu sunt trecuti pe pagina imdb. N'oubliez pas Le Trou Normand !!!
4 din 5 / 8 din 10
strongly recommended pentru umor si emotie, ambele cum am zis pe alocuri groase, dar e un film de public care merita succesul incredibil pe care l-a avut in Franta (peste 1 milion de intrari). pacat ca nu a fi iesit mai repede sa poata reprezenta Romania la Oscar (Franta e reprezentata de Un prophete) al lui Audiard, noi de Porumboiu. TWC (fratii Weinstein distribuie filmul acolo, si ar fi putut face un lobby, ceva)



what's good it's worth repeating: Mélanie Laurent

Paul Dianno anulat !!!

aflu cu stupoare cu trei ore inainte de concert, ca s-a anulat concertul ! Bullshit, man !
pe interviul audio se explica de ce (cica aseara s-a anulat la Belgrad si nu ami merge nici in Ungaria, v datele de tour aici), e a treia oara cind Dianno se anuleza (prima oara ar fi trebuit sa cinte la Fetesti RCOA). Curat Beast(y)!!!

Neil Young-Ordinary People

18 min jumate, cit o fata de vinil
de pe Chrome Dreams II (2008)


v. "a day in the life....

"Ordinary People"

In a dusty town
a clock struck high noon,
Two men stood face to face.
One wore black and one wore white,
But of fear there wasn't a trace.
Two hundred years later
two hot rods drag race
through the very same place,
And a half a million people,
moved in to pick up the pace.
A factory full of people,
Makin' parts to go to outer space.
A train load of people,
They were aimin' for another place.
Out of town people.

There's a man in the window
with a big cigar,
Says everything's for sale.
The house and the boat
and the railroad car.
The owner's gotta go to jail.
He acquired these things
from a life of crime,
Now he's selling them
to raise his bail.
He was rippin' off the people.
Sellin' guns to the underground.
Tryin' to help the people,
Lose their ass
for a piece of ground.
Rippin' off the people.
Skimmin' the top when
there was no one around.
Tryin' to help the people.

He was dealing antiques
in a hardware store,
But he sure had a lot to hide.
He had a backroom full
of the guns of war,
And a ton of ammunition besides.
Well, he walked with a cane,
Kept a bolt on the door
with five pit bulls inside.
Just a warning to the people,
Who might try to break in at night.
Protection from the people,
Selling safety
in the darkest night.
Tryin' to help the people.
Get the drugs
to the street all right.
Ordinary people.

Well, it's hard to say
where a man goes wrong,
Might be here
and it might be there.
What starts out weak
might get too strong,
If you can't tell foul from fair.
But it's hard to judge
from an angry throng,
Of hands stretched into the air.
The vigilante people.
Takin' law into their own hands.
Conscientious people.
Crackin' down on
the druglord's land.
Government people.
Confiscatin' all
the dealer's land.
Patch-of-ground people.

Down at the factory,
they're puttin' new windows in.
The vandals made a mess of things,
And the homeless
just walked right in.
Well, they worked here once,
and they live here now,
But they might work here again,
They're ordinary people.
And they're livin' in a nightmare.
Hard workin' people.
And they don't know
how they got there.
Ordinary people.
And they think that you don't care.
Hard workin' people.

Down on the assembly line,
they keep puttin'
the same thing out.
But the people today,
they just ain't buyin'.
Nobody can figure it out.
Well, they try like hell
to build a quality end,
They're workin' hard
without a doubt,
They're ordinary people.
And the dollar's
what it's all about.
Hard workin' people.
But the customers are walkin' out.
Lee Iacocca people.
Yeah, they look
but they just don't buy.
Hard workin' people.

Two out of work models
and a fashion slave,
Try to dance away
the Michelob night.
The bartender poured
himself another drink,
While two drunks sat
watchin' the fight.
The champ went down,
then he got up again,
And then he went out like a light.
He was fightin' for the people,
But his timing wasn't right.
For Las Vegas people,
Who came to see a Las Vegas fight.
High rollin' people,
Takin' limos
though the neon night.
Fightin' for the people.

And then a new Rolls Royce
and a company car,
They went flyin' down the street.
Each one tryin'
to make it to the gate,
Before employees manned the fleet.
The trucks full of products
for the modern home,
Set to roll out into the street,
Of downtown people,
Tryin' to make their way to work.
Nose-to-the-stone people,
Some are saints, and some are jerks.
Hard workin' people,
Stoppin' for a drink
on the way to work.
Alcoholic people,
Yeah, they're takin' it
one day, one day at a time.

Out on the railroad track,
they're cleanin' up number 9.
They're scrubbin' the boiler down,
well, she really is lookin' fine.
Ah, she's lookin' so good,
they're gonna
bring her back on line.
Ordinary people.
They're gonna bring
the good things back.
Nose-to-the stone people.
Put the business back on track.
Ordinary people,
I got faith in the regular kind.
Hard workin' people.
Patch-of-ground people.

The Limits of Control (2009)

tagline: For every way in, there is another way out.


am pus posterul pentru ca sa postez, sa nu omit, asa cum fac cu majoritatea filmelor, e mult mai greu sa scrii citeva rinduri imediat dar dupa, ooho, lenea e mare si evenimentul s-a dus. Jarmusch-ul de exemplu l-am vazut duminica seara, dar n-am mai apucat sa scriu despre el. DVDul e de la Focus Features care l-a scos acum, filmul nu a fost in nici un festival, era vorba de Cannes, buzzul era groaznic, criticile sunt la pamint, release-ul a fost limited, etc. E asa o catastrofa ? Da si nu. E un bare bones, exitentialisto-nihilist, si ar fi trebuit sa se cheme NO LIMITS NO CONTROL (titlul vine de la un articol de William Burroughs, imi zice AC).Descrierea lui, "Antonioni meets Lynch meets Godard". Ca mai e si Melville si cica Rivette si Ozu si ce-o mai fi, ca se-ntimpla, in Spania si e filmata turisticoalienatomisticopizdik (a fost chul pentru mine sa rememorez Madrid, Sevilla in calatoriile mele d'antatn). Si referinta Rita Hayworth (fara The Shawnshank Redemption) in ziua in care dau de o tona de filme cu ea, si in care zic de Lady From Shanghai, ca e ciatata in The Man with the Golden Gun si in E Dio disse a Caino. Marturisesc ca mi-a fost mult mai fun sa vad o voma groasa ca Le spie vengono dal semifreddo aka Dr Goldfoot and the Girl Bombs al lui Mario Bava sau Deadlier than the Male, sau 13 Frightened Girls al lui William Castle, chiar si duda filmata in Romania de Scott Spiegel, My name is Modesty decit pertentiozitatea/oditatea lui JJ. (Hunesacker era mai bine). Jarmusch nu-i Coenii, asa ca sta la o parte, weirdo-loner. E ca albinosul din Tanzania, vin aia sa-i taie picioarele. Si de un timp incoace s-a apucat de desonstructivism. Si de reciclari. Dos espressos e fun, dar coffee and cigarettes nu e. Faptul ca eroul, nah, antieroul, protagonistul, Isaach De Bankolé, se holbeaza la niste picturi e relevant mai tirziu, faptul ca stam dupa el, e un film de genul Politist, adjectiv, dupa cum am zis, o deconstructie. Thriller existentilist si calatorie initiatica in Ai no Banda. Cu o muzica psihedelica de Boris (care suna ca Pink Floyd la Pompei, da PF still a bitch...). Un model clar e The Passenger (Profesiunea reporter al lui Antonioni), si Jarmusch e la fel de strain ca Michelangelo in desertul Mojave din Zabriskie Point. Se poate analiza si psihanaliza la greu, acum ca Jarmusch a pierdut-o total nu stiu, ca imaginea lui Christopher Doyle e uberchul, cautata si geometrica, stiu doar ca am vrut sa am duc sa vad filmul cind am fost in septembrie la Berlin la Tangerine Dream si am renuntat, si am ramas la Kino Cafe sa bem niste beri si sa ne holbam la prostituatele clonate cu borseta si cizme cit Turnul TV, si chiar daca imaginea e supra-stilizata , nu-mi pare rau. Stiam atunci ca s-ar putea sa vina in cinema la noi, dar a fi fost tragic, e de o lentoare fatala si te-ndeamna la somn (si la derulare BTW). Pointul, intrebati-l pe Jarmusch ! Daca Broken Flowers m-a indispus ca era prea siropel si clasic si meli-melo, asta e mai imobil si inert si alienat (sa-i zicem FUGAZI) ca Dead Man si Ghost Dog, exercitiile lui de deconstructivism. Acum , eu post sa gasec referinte la The man with no Name, la westernuri spaghetti si El Mariachi. Macar nu mai are fonduurile de pe vremuri, si e plin de pete de culoare, are cameouri si referinte cinematografice intelectuale, si destul de curio pentru a deveni film cult. Iar Paz de la Huerta goala non-stop (personajul ei se cheama Nude) e hot ! Ii prefer insa pe Benigni, Lurie si Waits in juarul unui schelet de iepure aschimodie in mlastinile din Louisiana. Zack !! Jack !!! Ca si cronica ar fi suficienta ultima replica a lui Bill Murray. Tack !!
5 din 10, 2 1/2 din 5