Just my favorite movie of the moment, which is very rare ente me and French films.
It's been quite a few weeks I did not go to the movies, and I took advantage of the coming of Clemence, who was returning from Norway to go hanging around dark rooms with it. Thirty seconds the time to watch movies playing in the poor IRGC Angoulême ...
No way to see the scrapings of Avatar, and want to wait for the holidays the Wild Things Are ... The poster for The Last Flight we did badly in the eye. Marion Cotillard had never disappointed so far, there has been so tempted.
And what a nice surprise! I had read anything about this movie, or criticism, nor anything about its release, and I had no idea of the storyline. A full contact
total and radical. Some may reproach him for his slowness, his lack of action, but the characters have the body, and the quest they porsuivent we take the road without letting go in the race. I like. No loophole beginning to the end of the desert out of sight, sand, wind, sand and more sand ... Of her silence. And scary at the same time relieved that the skimming of men gradually as the film progresses. First, a whole army, the characters quickly become isolated, dead or alive, and are no longer delivered to themselves and their incredible instint survival. Or else.
Alternating scenes of day and night remember a time slipping away so murderous, yet the action takes place only on a handful of days. But it's enough to take everyone by the throat.
Certainly, there are some defects, lengths, other, over here, and there, but overall, I can undoubtedly add to my list of movies to review.
Just for the beauty of the images and the journey it brings, it is worthwhile to face the bitter cold of the winter time to walk the path between your apartment, and the nearest cinema =).
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