
Showing posts with label François Ozon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label François Ozon. Show all posts
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Potiche (2010)
François Ozon's latest über-French romp Potiche has the tongue pressed so hard against the cheek, it actually pierces through it. It is consistently hilarious, painfully sarcastic and, just like his previous 8 Women (2002), simply wonderful. Staying close to its origins as a stage play, the film never really tries to make the characters or the story believable or relatable - this looks like a 70s porn with a heart of gold.
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Catherine Deneuve,
François Ozon,
French film,
Potiche
Sunday, January 9, 2011
This Is France Calling: The Refuge (2009)
Paris - the city is buzzing with energy. Metro rattles the bridges over the banlieux homes, the headlights of the rush hour are sparkling on the Seine.
The city is alive, but it looks and feels dead.
It's getting dark and a teenage boy is walking on a residential street. He goes into a building, goes up a few floors and in through the cracked-open door. It is a large flat, barely furnished. He looks around to see the person that buzzed him in. We then hear a twang from a guitar from one of bedrooms - very Ry Cooder. Somebody sniffles.
The city is alive, but it looks and feels dead.
It's getting dark and a teenage boy is walking on a residential street. He goes into a building, goes up a few floors and in through the cracked-open door. It is a large flat, barely furnished. He looks around to see the person that buzzed him in. We then hear a twang from a guitar from one of bedrooms - very Ry Cooder. Somebody sniffles.
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