Thursday, January 22, 2009

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COUSCOUS: recipe bland and without claw

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surprised the gulf from the rain of awards from some questionable titles and merits by which granted. So uneven terrain such as the festivals can sprout thorns copyright or emotional pieces of shrapnel. It may be grotesque and marvelous, but the honors did not do justice objective, irrefutable, without appeal, works discarded. If you scratch a little faded images of this sallow COUSCOUS will film there is little meat, but fat gorge prestige, the film provides little aftertaste but in theory means impregnated honest look at reality.

The problem is not that the elite Venetian festivalero-branch, in this case-and French-academic-verdict kneel before the movie, great have been folly. What is really alarming is the lack of interest in this display of misery in itself, without the glitter of medals, attributable to a failed piece of cinema as teller of life. The Tunisian Abdellatif Kechiche joins the roster of directors crossed by the instinct is not always commendable to witness realities gray, where gray puppet swarm of misery, the human base cements skinned eager capitalism. Will be a thing of empathy towards those who still screwed, still in the gap, nibbling his piece on the cake of a voracious.
reproach does not support the attempt to reflect the surrounding prosperity, the dark face of a West still muddy between progress and racial slights. However, that carpeting surgical immigrant integration in France unveils better purposes solved many times before. In the story polyphonic port hard workers and family dirty rags everything is invaded by a trail feist without the ironic Bassam backwater or talk with lyricism, peek under the documentary impulse. It might remind the director not enough to hold the visual naturalism to create realistic film arteries. It seems the result is a record of everyday apathetic, an unnecessarily elongated scaffold sequences whose goal seems to be get us of snouts in the environment, characters who never thrilled brush, planting of exotic local human landscape unable to establish itself as a sociological study of this era of mergers and uprooting.

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negligence that freshness, and kilos of narrative lassitude deflate their good intentions, clumsily channeled to condemn the (dis) order of things in Europe today. When we thought it would ignite the flame kenloach , other issues begin to ventilate less noble, salted antlers sailor and generational clashes. It does not help that the protagonist, often face grim and size, just have charisma to orbit the ensemble drama on his shoulders. Are almost three hours (pure delusion) to the pursuit of prosperity made boat-restaurant, the eagerness to leave the wreck. But not Winks gourmet seasoning or melodramatic or plump belly prevent the business-as designed to-end sensitivities emerge aground, swept by the tedium.

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