At Long Last

I was listening to THE MAN the other day and he read this article on the air written by a columnist named Gary Hubbel and I had to stand up and salute. Finally, someone has had the nerve to write what everyman is really thinking. No apologies. No qualifiers. No pulled punches. I don't know that Angry White Man is the best identifier, but I think that he might be using the current catch phrase that inaccurately describes REAL men. We're frustrated. And often times irritated. And everyday we get out of bed and ask God how we can make a difference in our world today and to give us the strength to do our best and to be brutally honest with ourselves.

I agreed with everything that Mr. Hubbel had to say, with the exception of one line involving a reference to a "blue moon." Check it out: In election 2008, don’t forget Angry White Man.

Bon Voyage!

So, I finally saw Life is Beautiful. It was good. The writer/director is a genius. It was very well woven together. You see all sorts of little things happening in the background that are brought into the forefront later in the film. I even got choked-up at one scene, where the hero selects a record, puts it on a gramaphone and turns the bell to an open window. Belle bawled like a baby(just in general). Definitely worth seeing. The only thing wrong with it, is some marital referrences. I think that's why it's PG-13.

I love foreign films because you never know how the movie is going to turn out. I don't always like how they turn out, but that's part of the fun. Most of the time, you can see how all these other countries are several years behind in their technology and technique. Sometimes, as with Zhang Yimou, you can see how they're just Masters in their own right. It's like when I was a kid and still living in California and would go to the midwest, and would see how everyone was wearing last years fashions, styling their hair in trends that were dead and gone back home, and how even the radio stations would be playing songs that were already forgotten in Cali. I wonder if it's still like that, or if technology has equalized things. It's been so long since I've been home.

American movies are somewhat predictable. Probly because of how many of them have been made and are made every year. We kind of know what is going to happen next. The leader of the resistance is captured: the rebels are going to break him out. The leading lady and the leading man hate each others' guts: we know they're going to end up together at the end of the movie. But it's not like that in foreign films. At least not always. You never know where the movie is going to go. And that is half of why I like them. The other half is because of the language. I love foreign languages. Farsi has got to be the prettiest.

So that brings me to the the title of the post:

The only name that I recognized was Gérard Depardieu, and I recognized Peter Coyote, an American actor, but couldn't tell you, without looking at IMDB, what else he's been in. To my untrained ear, his French and German were perfect!

The movie starts out in a pre-war Paris, in a movie house. Hitler is posturing and France is caught in his head lights. One character glibly states later that the conflict won't last more than a couple weeks because not even Hitler wants war. In the theater we meet the leading lady, Viviane Denvers, played by Isabelle Adjani, who obviously has problems. Not just from the evident insecurity about her performance, she's the Angelina Jolie of the day, but also with a man in the main floor seating who has been watching her, not her movie. In the following scenes, we meet the aspiring author Auger, played by Grégori Derangère, who we learn is a childhood friend of and is hopelessly in love with Denvers. Always has been. And its not a romanticly sweet fact. Needless to say, he gets himself put into a tight spot because of it.

Flash forward an undisclosed period of time: Hitler is prevailing in his assualt on France and his troops are quickly approaching Paris. Everyone is fleeing to the South. Auger learns that Denvers has gone to Bordeaux with the Minister of State Jean-Étienne Beaufort, Gérard Depardieu, and so he boards an over-packed train, where he is reunited with his new found friend Raoul, played by Yvan Attal, and meets Camille, played by Virginie Ledoyen, who is a student at the University of Paris and the assistant to Professeur Kopolski, Jean-Marc Stehlé, a stateless Jew who has created an incredible liquid that everyone eventually wants.

When everyone finally arrives in Bordeaux, we learn that Raoul is a longsighted petty crook, Denvers hasn't changed at all, Auger still loves her senselessly, Camille is watching Auger, a lot, nobody wants to help Professeur Kopolski, the French governement is undecided as to what it should do, and, oh yeah, there are German's among them.

Long story short, and this has taken some serious thought: THIS IS THE BEST MOVIE THAT I HAVE SEEN SINCE THE PRESTIGE. The acting is extreemly good, and the script is tightly drawn. It's PG-13 but I think that that is for some violence. The rating noted language also, but I don't remeber much, if any. Maybe it's there in French and they didn't subtitle it

There have only been two movies that had me crawling in my seat in suspense: Frequency, with Jim "Jesus" Caviezel and Dennis Quaid, and Bon Voyage.

Bon Appetite!