Archive for October, 2009

October 31, 2009

“It was to be two and a half weeks of travelling before the Dauphine was officially handed over to France. Marie Antoinette would in effect cross the whole of central Europe in her passage from Vienna to Versailles. She spent a great deal of this time cooped up in her velvet-and-gold carriage; sometimes the day’s journey would last over nine hours. Essentially she was a royal package, sealed with the double-headed eagle of the Habsburgs and the fleur-de-lys of the Bourbons.”  (Antonia Fraser, Marie Antoinette)
October 22, 2009

Mélanie Laurent is a basterd.

When we first see her, she’s a teenage girl hiding like a rat, trying not to breath while listening to a nervous conversation. She then escapes leaving her murdered family behind, face and body covered by mud and tears. Four years later she has a new name and owns a movie theater, pretty much dressed as a boy, but so effortless sexy, she goes on with her life. One single night she leaves the newsboy cap for a birdcage hat, only the cigarette remains, inseparable, as the memories she carried within herself during these years, waiting for one day, for the perfect moment, waiting for vengeance.
October 19, 2009

Brad Pitt is a basterd.

My name is Lt. Aldo Raine and I’m putting together a special team, and I need me eight soldiers. Eight Jewish-American soldiers. Now, y’all might’ve heard rumors about the armada happening soon. Well, we’ll be leaving a little earlier. We’re gonna be dropped into France, dressed as civilians. And once we’re in enemy territory, as a bushwhackin’ guerrilla army, we’re gonna be doin’ one thing and one thing only… killin’ Nazis. Now, I don’t know about y’all, but I sure as hell didn’t come down from the goddamn Smoky Mountains, cross five thousand miles of water, fight my way through half of Sicily and jump out of a fuckin’ air-o-plane to teach the Nazis lessons in humanity. Nazi ain’t got no humanity. They’re the foot soldiers of a Jew-hatin’, mass murderin’ maniac and they need to be dee-stroyed. That’s why any and every every son of a bitch we find wearin’ a Nazi uniform, they’re gonna die. Now, I’m the direct descendant of the mountain man Jim Bridger. That means I got a little Injun in me. And our battle plan will be that of an Apache resistance. We will be cruel to the Germans, and through our cruelty they will know who we are. And they will find the evidence of our cruelty in the disemboweled, dismembered, and disfigured bodies of their brothers we leave behind us. And the German won’t not be able to help themselves but to imagine the cruelty their brothers endured at our hands, and our boot heels, and the edge of our knives. And the German will be sickened by us, and the German will talk about us, and the German will fear us. And when the German closes their eyes at night and they’re tortured by their subconscious for the evil they have done, it will be with thoughts of us they are tortured with. Sound good?

*I know my favourite film of the year never wins an Oscar, so I won’t even hope for it. Not that Tarantino’s fantasy version of how WW2 ended needs a golden statuette or anything of the sort to be remembered in many many years to come. Masterpieces are above that.
October 6, 2009

>"If you’re going to be Arabella, then I’ll be the director, thank you very much."


Stills from Atonement.