Solomon

ubu bubu ububu bubububu...there's darkness beyond the hedge and I've already soothed my brain food quite well. It reminds me of an afternoon or maybe another one. Bah.

In my opinion, you are rotten sperm. Yes yes yes. All that's left is "cunnilingued to death (reprise)" I'd give my mom to hear it. Aloha.

Ghmeison... I love parentheses, but even opening one, closing it, and then without interruption opening another... maybe that's a bit too much even for me...
I quote: "(when he listens in headphones to the bowling game, extreme surreal nothingness of a crazy life) (and I would say that the protagonist's nickname might be the first quote of the movie);"

"taffeta love, taffeta..."

"taffeta love, taffeta..."

Come on, what’s up? You want me to believe that you’ve never spent a nice evening smoking joints in good company and laughing with the good Ali G? Then you really haven’t lived... adorable!

MMM, just seen after the de-reporting. Nice. Nothing more. For sure the atmospheres of Silent Hill are all there, certainly better than The Sixth Sense...but...but...there are a few buts. Despite the commendable intent to tell the paranoia-Vietnam, death and pain, loss and everything, it perhaps gets a bit carried away by the story. Let me explain: a film like this should make you ask as few questions as possible, fewer "why"...and instead, you're always there trying to piece everything together, trying to draw conclusions. Because the ideas are there, they're set up, and leaving them behind only creates new questions. I believe a film of this kind should be more "visual"...more emotional. I don’t know if I’m making myself clear, I’m writing on the fly and without rereading. Let’s say it could have taken more risks, it could have detached itself more from the narrative...or perhaps, even better, it could have gradually disassociated itself; that sense of losing touch with human affairs could (should?) have been visually balanced by a distancing from reality. And instead, it’s almost the opposite...and minutes go by and the film comes back down to earth. One last consideration: the chemist who reveals everything, point by point, the experiment based on "ladder"...just didn’t fit. If he dies, he dies unaware...if you want to tell it, tell it outside. He CANNOT know it...he might sense it, but it cannot be revealed to him. Nevertheless, it remains a pleasant film, just to be clear...

undecided whether to place it among the most boring things my eyes have ever seen or if it is ultimately THE most boring thing my eyes have ever seen ;)...but then...von Trier preaches well and practices very poorly here...

ACCESS DENIED....

Poletti, you didn't take it the wrong way, did you? I don’t hold anything against you, really. But please respond, that's usually how discussions work...;)