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The September Movie Break

'll look now become a lover of horror. Not so, when I see talent runs after him. A few months ago was the post on the new wave horror French (of the Hague and Gens), now thickening by a recent discovery: Fabrice Du Welz paired with his writer Oliver Blackburn. The films are three, all to see. I saw them on three consecutive days, following the enthusiasm.

Calvaire (2004): I do not remember how I found it but it's been a real upheaval. More disturbing Martyrs, Calvaire tells the story of a mediocre singer that theater staging, failure due to the van, in the hotel wrong, wrong in the village. It seems the usual plot to "Texas Chainsaw Massacre ", the ingredients are the same, but here nothing is as it seems. The views are reversed: the victim must face the executioners whose world view has shifted, almost always reversed, and their mental abnormalities act in unison , resulting in a trip (an ordeal, in fact) deeper into the nightmare, the fact of desolation, alienation, deviation. The film gradually rises in intensity: after half an hour, which sometimes need to "resist" despite being immediately obvious the talents of the director, the last part is a crescendo of blows to tremendous effect. A sequence of all, the final showdown, shooting prependicolarmente the room is a magnificent vision of a frightful force is very rare. The audience is completely lost by the absence of references rational, feeling totally shared only with the tortured singer. Frvi Just to understand: the protagonist is called by all "Gloria" or "whore." A lamb is consoderato be a dog, when not in use for a practice that I am ashamed to even write. For really strong stomachs, Calvaire sports a strong and talented visual survey of the nightmare (with implications Christians) unsettling, creating the most depressing film I've ever seen. That night I woke up three times a prey to nightmares. For real.







Vinyan (2008): four years after Calvaire, Du Welz is back with his own Apocalypse Now, which of course enjoyed the benefit of American nutshell, yet without compromising too much the characteristics that have brought to the fore with Calvaire. A married couple loses a child during the tsunami and decided to return to Bourma to find him. Thus begins their journey in fear of a beautiful forest populated by gangs of children. Unfortunately for them there are the "lost children" of Neverland '. Again Du Welz depicts an inner journey that slowly loses adherence to reality, becoming a stream where the protagonists can only obey. Constant over Calvaire remains to impotence in ocnfronti of fate, it seems that react no use: the only way to salvation and redemption through the blood and the recognition of insanity as a necessary evil to atone for the guilt. Emanuelle Béart, beautiful, retains clarity for just over fifteen minutes, and then show yielding and united with the spirit of children and the forest.
Less "gore" and less amazing Calvaire, Vinyan still retains an admirable originality, never falling into the banality of the genre and exhibiting the usual beautiful sound and visual talent. A gem, elegant and deep.







Donkey Punch (2008): Directed by Oliver Blackburn (scittore trusted Du Welz) is by far the most conventional of the three, no great idea, neither subject nor technical, but a super-luxury box to remind American journeyman who can make a teen-horror in a slightly more cultured. Three girls in Majorca are invited on board a yacht with four guys in the crew license. The little party, will turn into a nightmare when an accident will result in nervous breakdown and an absurd sequence of deaths. Donkey Punch is a deja-vu in many ways, but photography, music and recitations sometimes lead him a bit more above average. Sballone half-erotic-teen (soft core, but rather explicit), half-splatter, with stabs, propellers and rockets fired into flail chest: the combination is successful, the film is enjoyable and fresh, especially in the first part. To see it, and how it is with the "smile". Ah, I think we are only in their original language.

PS Donkey Punch is an urban legend that, unleashing a sharp blow on the neck to the partner while having sex abuse, there would be a prodigious effect.

JS

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"-was the true story of Charlie Wallser?"

"- I could not swear to every detail but it is certainly true that it is a story."

[No Country for Old Men]

The details of this story have passed from mouth to mouth, so I'm not ready to swear on their complete authenticity. But it remains a story. Here it is.

I loafers, the ones I mean, there are no more. Or better, so I thought until A few weeks ago. Sadly, for years, I tried to themselves that the British (Crockett & Jones in all) were the best on the square, they were the closest to those archetypes which are now too firmly etched in my memory to be able to compromise. But no, basically I have never gone down. The only viable option was to house the grandmother as the last vestiges of an extinct species.

few weeks ago, a cousin of the older generation goes to Paris to visit, and Cousins \u200b\u200bof the new generation can not help but notice that the doors of beautiful moccasins. "Spongy, light, beautiful." I immediately reported the news. Cousin "old school" is certainly a very elegant man, and the "little cousin" are certainly guys with good taste, so I take the ' for good insight. "They are made by hand, tailor in Florence. Here we immediately ordered him a pair"-says the cousin, "and it immediately triggers a mad rush to those moccasins.

With a bit of intelligence I get the information you need well-structured and, beating all the time, are the first to find them. I smiled when I saw them. The shop owner (which makes them get to Florence), I will certainly have taken for a madman. I did not know that skin color and scgliere were all beautiful. Lightweight, tapered, sole wire. rfetti, although not for all seasons. In the end I have brought two, knowing that soon I would have bought them all. Back home (I was in a period of "tiring" at home), I show them to my father: "Jacopo but are you kidding? These I have too. Were not you noticed?". Had found them before me. that's why they were so familiar.

Now a bit of mythology. The moccasins are an exact reproduction of the model Arfango, famous in annisettanta when Tod's still there was no news. The old creative director of the Florentine house had them replicated, using foreign brands and unknown (No trace on the internet). I'm talking about the past because it seems he has died just over two months ago, leaving us again without hope.

models that have the same "line" are three: classical and formal, polished leather, sports, the aged look (a miracle), and suede. The thread that unites them is the soft, sober and a touch of the past, gives the impression that you bring the foot is something that came before us, something that does not need to be used for "aging well." In short, the best discovery of the year.

JS

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Thursday I did a bike ride with his brother and cousins. Initially to go to the "feast" of Italy Independent, then I took the opportunity to look around. It was the sleepless night of fashion. First experiment of an initiative that, while it is commendable for at least trying to move something, the other made me almost tenderness. The feeling was to open the doors to everyone, not to make them share what the movement to try desperately to "make money". Fashion Week, the real one, and will soon be closed as usual. It 's like if fashion asked his audience to come to her rescue, buying in times of need, and then slam the door on the parades and festivals to count for real.

The comparison with the Design Week spontaneously, and can only be resolved with an obvious fact: the design is true and does not take itself too seriously; fashion on the other hand can not be fully opened to that kind of that distinguishes the aesthetic elitism. Last night seemed to feel a kind of unnerved by the professionals who, seeing such a confluence of "commoners" in the Quadrilateral, suffered the desecration of their temples.

It 'a real pity, because fashion, like design, is among the most exclusive values \u200b\u200bthat Italy holds. They are the product of two cultures made of experience, craftsmanship, knowledge, industrial base, educated clientele. These values \u200b\u200bshould be shared on the basis of passion, interest, unfiltered by the glamor and the covers of magazines. The design fails to support the dichotomy between "insiders" and the less glamorous audience, because the details of its internal system (companies, designers, shops, customers) share most of the targets. They are on the same side of the fence, are automatically excluded, effectively communicate with each other because they use the same language and this makes it less jarring their chances of meeting. Fashion is not, and the reason is clear: the fashion business, multinational in its meaning can no longer whether to embrace all segments of consumers, even those not deemed "equal" to participate in its bacchanalia.

JS