Saturday, December 26, 2009

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Saw VI (Canada, Australia, USA, UK - 2009) Brittany Murphy RIP

The plot picks up right where he had concluded the previous year. Detective Hoffman seems to be the only true heir to the final implementation of the plan by John Kramer. In a survey, and the other FBI intended to discover who is behind the new car, the blood continues to flow copiously. The game - as always - more ...




there are spoilers.

Now in its sixth episode, the series continues in setting Mephistophelian Riddler dell'inscenata of deception, conspiracy and revenge plots that taste of revenge against his rancorous (lost) life and death (of others). Saw VI, in view dell'ecatombe traveling to play games as well as providing the final (?) Closure plan of the great strategist John Kramer (an increasingly apathetic Tobin Bell), denotes a minimal contradictory on several occasions in modus operandi for the implementation of an end, however, clear and well defined contours, the now universal "cherish your life " take care of their life, repeated ad nauseam with almost patronizing to our anti-hero. Not without leaving room for the fulfillment of his repressed sadism ( Vengeance changes in person - Saw V ). In these respects, psychology the killer is well desumile and conforms with the logic and the many aspects of the sub script earlier, that you can not browse.
With Saw 3 of Darren Lynn Bousman is the episode that brings in the most member immortality (ideological) of his protagonist. Why, the winning of this great brand, unlike any other boring series, you have known the matter by the main character in the middle of occasions. Its essence lies in the series. Have made it just an idea that comes to life circumscribes walls, houses, rooms and dirty thoughts. It can be anywhere and keep a life lesson, destroy it, help you, destroy you. Change, however.




idea that has been passed in the vicar's vicar, to be obedient disciples amandiane fragile, that encourage trainees to Judas to betray - and here is relevant to the increasingly obvious matrix Christology in the series -. From the countless covers of the sixth chapter can read a well-defined 'Trust in him' . And in this incredible episode, the desire to judge the ultimate decision maker and ask to have their say on any human life and established the finiteness of his tricks if related to the wretchedness of the plan in its entirety - inappropriate in most cases - with the designer fully aware of the marginalization of his work. But only to honor all the way with its remedial mechanisms, ready to provide keys to salvation (real ones) to those who really are his family. The film uses a script well thought that corroborates this. "What I learned from all this?" What? " After escaping a poor victim is asked in the opening sequences. All this ends up exposing his human character representing one of the countless sfaccettautre that alternate with the figure of divination and oracoliana slowly, piece by piece, has emerged, episode after episode, everything converges in a unity (and mysticism ) background with intent, traps, rules, decalogue of good behavior that converges in a moralistic flavor of retaliation and revenge toward life together with the dispensation of justice. His law, questionable, like any other. Dura lex, sed lex .
In the apparent inconsistency of the whole, there is the ricompisizione a coherence of ideas and actions for the rehabilitation of the unfortunate patients ready to look shocked there for better or for worse. His - Machiavellian - therapy that relates to people who have demonstrated inconsistent behavior, despicable, devious than ordinary care. But all treatments have failed and this is always room for does not seem to be immune.

On the technical front, directed by Kevin Greutert gets rid of the cobwebs bousmaniane sending the devil's tricks and sped up footage, a pace more staid, more in line with the reality of weak a miserable office insurance. The photograph then opt for neutral colors and leaves the saturation that did the lion's share in the first four. The master detective anchor to a reality where all FBI investigations take place between the warmth of light colors, almost faded, left to themselves. Once recruited via television or reality ( Tanedra Howard) is alternate with ambiguous personality (Betsy Russell ) ended up forming a strange hybrid criptotelevisivo, perhaps intended to balance the demands they want future episodes for the market for home video, where the results at the box office turn out to be bloodless . The help of the omniscient flashbacks - also here - intimate confines touches of poetry that, for some brief but intense moments they savor the atmosphere, and breathe nebulous shades of that masterpiece of brutality, that vortex of black ominous fate, - the supreme ; symbol of the inability of being able to overcome their own mistakes - that was the Saw III Darren Lynn Bousman of .


The other element that makes Saw VI the best episode of the second trilogy, is the show slowly progressive dethronement of a pawn - Detective Hoffman - finished in a plot much larger than him and therefore unable to develop, evaluate, to shoulder the burden of inheritance on his bones ever read. The irresolution of his actions leads to un'impulsività substance which dulls the brain, and jaw muscles and leads to despair absolute and sacrilegious acts. It comes out the portrait of a loser to which the ever so good Costas Mandylor gives face (disfigured), tonnage and anxieties of mind that prelude to the possible unmasking. The king (?) Is naked. But once you turn the page and the action leaves no breathing.



A lot irons in the fire. Fans of gore will then jump with joy seeing carp with double screw acids dissolved in the face, shot, self-mutilation, guts, carousels horror and amusement parks. This element, in my opinion, is the least compelling factor in the series, the last to go through. Saw VI is the chapter that absolutizes concepts of the franchise, making the figure closer Jigsaw to that of a great puppeteer (Billy, the puppet master) willing to sacrifice human lives, going against his principles, even away from the lethargy of those who has never fully drawn to the existence magnanimous set before him, damaging and ending with the 'increasingly ostracize the lives of others. And above all, the alter ego of IE was John Kramer.
" E 'the will of John ", you hear a voice marked by calm but determined.
His will be done.


Review Salvatore Mennea




Sunday, December 20, 2009

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Thanks, for everyone, would serve no purpose now.
I have wanted to tell you that you are the cleverest and best of all.
not need be.
The legacy of my timid words, here, will remember him forever.
A embrace, sad-eyed angel.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Ladies Clad In Girdles & Nylons

The body of Jennifer Karyn Kusama (USA, 2009)

Needy and Jennifer are childhood friends who, once grown, they develop personalities. The first is shy and reserved. The second is the classic femme fatale who haunts with his arsenal of classic American college. During a concert, Jennifer is kidnapped by an emo-rock band that makes it subject to a tremendous ritual instrumental in its transformation into a being powerful and inhuman thirst for blood and semen.

Jennifer's Body is not a bad movie. It 's a superficial attempt at avant-garde protocinema that - due to insecurity in their abilities - play the card of the extravagant language and subversive having absolutely no control and media management, technical (enough) and acting (a few). Each single cue worthy of appreciation potential is not cultivated but left to die in agony. It took two women ( Karyn Kusama and Diablo Cody ) to form a film absurdly anonymous in the many aspects that could be undertaken, but the yield of the facts are relegated to the canton, in the slums of ' starvation of thought. What the residual, as I pulled to the surface after the sciaquone, is the beauty of the two protagonists. Factor and tasty side dish that can be considered only if additional work is waiting for perfect or almost on all fronts. And to think that even the minimum target is failed: we are unable even to demarcate the antithesis between the (presumed) clumsiness Eyewear Needy (Amanda Seyfried ) and the beauty of Jennifer (Megan Fox ). The shy director is unable to shake off the tired mannerisms that frustrates any attempt to create a charming divertissement drive-in.


plurichiacchierato The character of Jennifer, as well as bring along the spectrum of the usual femme fatale structured browsing the monthly supplement of Men's Health, incorporates mime of provocative expressions of the historical Michela Miti in the films of Peter (against all strikes again). Unattainable, cynical (?), Fearful at times of panic, his characterization is abruptly interrupted in the abrupt transition woman - demon. From here, the scenery becomes pregnant by a number of deaths leaving space for introspective assessments Amanda Seyfried, little lady with the failure to Fletcher put his nose everywhere in order to save a friendship, and - later - a love. And Body of Jennifer settles the best shots when the free field and guerrilla shit you get rid - at intervals alternate - Megan Fox a parody of herself that most fell in the role of cheerleader eater.


Charter of friendship that is managed more intelligently, it could drip emotions. But it does not exceed the embryonic stage of love-hate children - youth, yin and yang, without being able to zap the emotions of the viewer. Screenwriter Diablo Cody is undecided on the transfer of well-defined imprint of its anthropomorphic creature. And to say that the subject was not to be thrown away, as well as some sequences, see the pre-final in the water, which - although the offering to pay Wicked Lake of Zack Passero - well worth a 'look.


The film throws a lifeline When, again patterns and blocks that are already tested in the 80's cult movie Heathers of Michael Lehmann, perhaps adorned with quell'aureola retroguosto from the eighties that is part of a 'horror output on three recently produced. But I do not want to just rehash the past wearily, already worn by running dictates, if it lacks the support of something personal and, if not refined and smoothed the story andandone to treat each piece. There is no feminist subtext, no desire to exploit the female body (turn on the TV about Italy will be a more satisfying for those who are assiduous googlatore of 'tits and ass and hot women') and any kind of cynicism to make a corollary to the story of this demon in heat trying to rip her boyfriend to his ex-best friend. Missing every single shred of personality (positive or negative) just because the minds of women in labor, in addition to a history of frivolous and content foolishly extravagant reel of all the indecipherable indecision.