I still remember when I decided that I absolutely see this movie.
was a Thursday night, and the cinema in my town had opened the evening film club. The film was just that in programming Loong Boonmee raleuk chat, and fuck, if he had received the Palme d'Or at the Cannes Film Festival was to be a force for Filmon. I could not go because I was sick, so we went to my mother for me.
returned later, his face distorted. He looked at me and said, "I've never seen more bad movies. In comparison, "Transformers" is a masterpiece. "
And I know how my mother hates movies like" Transformers. "
soon came to the home video market, it hired ...
The Pearl film begins with the 'sketch' of five minutes that involves an ox that is released from a rope that keeps him tied to a tree, until it is taken from a funny little man who leads him a hypothetical straight away. Okay, I grant you, there are the necessary cuts and other technical needs, but I'm always five minutes for a fucking ox. The question as to who is the man who takes me to assail the whole movie.
After another three minutes of a car shooting at all angles to get to the house of this elusive Uncle Boonmee, a nice (but where!) Old man suffering from kidney failure that is leading to the death, who decided to take refuge in campaign with the people he loves. Here are several useless talk - I had started to play around with the phone, I do not vulgar. There remains the question of the meaning of the scene of the ox.
You arrive at the ghostly scene on the porch. At that point, appearing before the ghost of the former wife of Boonmee, who died nineteen years earlier and who comes to visit from beyond the grave, then the son of that disappeared years before, which makes its appearance in the form of very anthropomorphic monkey. It turns out that his son had followed a strange creature photographed by case (a monkey) to find out that it was a monkey (appunto! You can see from the picture!) Ghost, going with it until the ghost world of monkeys, and coupled with a of them becoming a ghost monkey he too. It discusses how death is not nothing definitive, but a continuous cycle of life, animals and plants ... From here I was convinced that there had been more lifts. But no one yet said who the fuck was the man of the ox.
Scene in the cultivation of tamarind to Boonmee. Allegri (perhaps for them) talk about their lives. Sleep began to come hard. Dell'omino the ox is not we see no trace.
The story is interrupted to give way to the scene of a princess disfigured and unloved by anyone who cries in a pond. There he meets a catfish (we'll call for nice fish Rocco) and mates with him. Pesce Rocco - or princess - is one of the past lives of Boonmee? Boh. The fact is that the princess is very strange practice to vent their repressed sexuality. But anyway, to each his own - of fish, I mean. And every man his ox, too ... At the end
Boonmee understand that the appearance of the two 'dead' means that even he himself is about to die. It is then carried out during a night journey in a cave, womb of life, and then revival in the lives to follow. Boonmee dies (I was almost happy about that) and practice the funeral. I hope that with the unnecessary star of this film is not dead, even the funny man of the ox, otherwise they are dicks.
Now a Buddhist monaco (too young to be the man of the ox) has a woman and a girl - mother and daughter, relatives of Boonmee - take a shower in their room and goes away with his mother. Two clones remain in the room under the astonished eyes of Monaco.
Finish.
And I have not figured out who was the man who takes away the ox.
Surely there will be some hidden meaning that I have not read, because the aura and philosophy Buddhism that pervades the work throughout its duration.
I doubt very much. For me, the writer / director Apichatpong Weerasethakul belongs to a clique of 'artists' who wants to try in every way to say something, but nothing is quite what they know. And try to hide the emptiness that remains the basic idea with disconnected images that perhaps do more gullible viewers say, "I do not understand a beloved club ... then it is a masterpiece! "
with me, unfortunately this does not work. I do not understand how some critics might consider a masterpiece of a film that offers a story unworthy even of the worst Uwe Boll, static shots and very long, slow and most of the dialogues sometimes unnecessary, accompanied by a soundtrack seminesistente, all be traced to a philosophy that can not capture the most .
Thanks to hunting. A real 'artist', in my opinion, is a person who can understand people as possible stages, especially when expressing the concepts very complicated. I am referring to people like Christopher Nolan, David Cronenberg, Clint Eastwood, Alan Moore, Neil Gaiman, JRR Tolkien, Ursula K. LeGuin or Park Chan-Wook. Making the highbrow independent is of little, if not to receive - as in this case - a coveted prize (although the jury chair was Tim Burton, who after "Alice in Wonderland" has lost all credibility).
I call this thing only as an extremely boring film I would recommend only to the ex-girlfriend that much hate, just to pass them a bad evening.
I wish this film all evil ... even if the find a similar name, I think it is already a divine punishment enough.
just because I want you bad, here is one of the most memorable scenes 'comprehensive' the alleged poetry of this film.
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