Frissons

Martyrs - dir. Pascal Laugier - 2008 - France - The Weinstein Company - with Morjana Alaoui, Mylène Jampanoï, Catherine Bégin, Robert Toupin, Patricia Tulasne, Isabelle Chasse, Juliette Gosselin, Xavier Dolan-Tadros

I'm not so sure it's my place to say anything about Martyrs as its partly-fabricated reputation certainly proceeds it. In the era of what appears to be Hollywood's shittiest onslaught of the horror genre, though I'm not sure when outside of the time around Rosemary's Baby, The Exorcist and The Omen when Hollywood wasn't churning out lowest-common-denominator horror trash, the French have taken the place of Hong Kong and Japan as the salvation for the true horror fanatic (of which, I wouldn't count myself). With their endearing love/hate relationship with Hollywood, the French approached Hollywood horror not in an attempt to reinvent it as much as revitalize it. From deformed inbred horror (Calvaire) to slasher flicks (Haute tension) and a pair of home invasion-ers (À l'intérieur, Ils), the filmmakers borrowed the familiar molds and, for a brief moment, made horror films relevant again. In an ill attempt to play "catch up," Hollywood abandoned their fleeting obsession with remaking every successful Asian horror flick and began enlisting the French to... remake their own national canon of horror. (Apparently, they aren't officially done with Asia though as this year's The Uninvited was a remake of A Tale of Two Sisters.) Despite the lousiness of Hollywood's first attempt with Alexandre Aja (Haute tension) and The Hills Have Eyes, Martyrs director Laugier is slated for the Hellraiser remake. This could certainly fall through as Julien Maury and Alexandre Bustillo (À l'intérieur) dropped out of the sequel to the remake of Halloween, which seems to be back in Rob Zombie's hands (and which I believe is not a direct remake of the sequel to the original). It might also be noted that H'wood has remade Ils into The Strangers and Aja's last film Mirrors was a loose remake of a Korean film.

I might have wanted to speak more of Martyrs if it weren't riding so high on the waves of horror fantastics' new fascination with French horror. I had plenty to say about Maury and Bustillo's À l'intérieur [Inside] last year, but the stakes appear to be higher now as a result. Like Inside (and, other than placing women in the only active roles, this is the only real similarity between the two), Martyrs is going through the same befuddled release structure from The Weinstein Company. Building word-of-mouth from various film festivals (Toronto, especially) and the few people that saw it there, Martyrs was acquired by the Weinsteins, who are still clueless how to release a graphically violent, subtitled horror film to the American public. The DVD, which is still tentatively set for 28 April, has been delayed twice already (though this may have to do with financial woes), which may be the gravest mistake they could have made. With the French DVD released just yesterday, I'm sure it's only a matter of time before file-sharing networks allow the people who've been eagerly anticipating the film (and there are plenty) to see it before the Weinsteins can take their first check to the bank. I suppose the economic times are too shaky for studios to start experimenting with release structure (especially for The Weinstein Company whose successful Oscar-baiting of The Reader didn't exactly translate to box office gold and whose release slate for 2009 looks pretty depressing). However, if the trend of hotly anticipated European horror films continues, Hollywood is going to need to find a way to tap that market before they lose out to the many of us that have region-free DVD players.

To address the film at hand, I don't wish to perpetrate the outlandish myths that have circulated the Internet, nor do I wish to dispel them. Martyrs plays so much to your expectations, whether they be low after catching all the shit Hollywood's been making or high as a result of fanboy gloating, that it's a disservice to the audience going into specific detail. It's ultimately bound to evade those expectations and that in itself is exciting. I don't mean to be irritatingly cryptic, but if you really crave to know more, there are plenty of other outlets to satiate your curiosity. As hopes of catching Martyrs on the big screen, where it belongs, are nil, it's probably well-suited for the film to simply bask in its transient mystery.

2009 Notebook: Vol 8

Vicky Cristina Barcelona is the second film I've watched twice this year, and though I know I'm not alone in my love for it, I just can't seem to get enough of it. It made sense to watch it again to, sort of, get the best of both worlds, as Almodóvar and Allen have been my go-tos when nothing new looks remotely appealing. I'm still having problems with the labeling of the films (On the Bus, for example, should fall somewhere between "Good" and "Middle-of-the-Road"), but hopefully that'll work itself out. I'm going to try to do a fair amount of writing today, so check back.

The New Favorites

Les corps ouverts - dir. Sébastien Lifshitz - 1998 - France - N/A - with Yasmine Belmadi, Pierre-Loup Rajot, Margot Abascal, Mohamed Damraoui, Malik Zidi, Dora Dhouib, Sébastien Lifshitz

The Good

L'important c'est d'aimer [The Main Thing Is to Love] - dir. Andrzej Żuławski - 1975 - Mondo Vision - France/Italy/West Germany - with Romy Schneider, Fabio Testi, Jacques Dutronc, Claude Dauphin, Klaus Kinski, Roger Blin, Gabrielle Doulcet

Martyrs - dir. Pascal Laugier - 2008 - France - The Weinstein Company - with Morjana Alaoui, Mylène Jampanoï, Catherine Bégin, Robert Toupin, Patricia Tulasne, Isabelle Chasse, Juliette Gosselin, Xavier Dolan-Tadros

On the Bus - dir. Dustin Lance Black - 2001 - USA - 10% Productions

The Bad

Too Much Flesh - dir. Pascal Arnold, Jean-Marc Barr - 2000 - France - N/A - Jean-Marc Barr, Élodie Bouchez, Rosanna Arquette, Ian Brennan, Ian Vogt

Revisited: The Old Favorites


Bugcrush - dir. Carter Smith - 2006 - USA - Strand Releasing - with Josh Barclay Caras, Donald Eric Cumming, David Tennent, Eleonore Hendricks, Alex Toumayan, Billy Price

Old Joy - dir. Kelly Reichardt - 2006 - USA - Kino - with Daniel London, Will Oldham, Tanya Smith

Vicky Cristina Barcelona - dir. Woody Allen - Spain/USA - 2008 - MGM/Weinstein Company - with Javier Bardem, Rebecca Hall, Scarlett Johansson, Penélope Cruz, Patricia Clarkson, Chris Messina, Kevin Dunn, Pablo Schreiber

Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown [Mujeres al borde de un ataque de nervios] - dir. Pedro Almodóvar - 1988 - Spain - MGM/Sony Pictures - with Carmen Maura, Julieta Serrano, María Barranco, Antonio Banderas, Rossy de Palma, Kiti Manver, Fernando Guillén

Revisited: Les Autres

Party Girl - dir. Daisy von Scherler Mayer - 1995 - USA - First Look - with Parker Posey, Guillermo Díaz, Sasha von Scherler, Omar Townsend, Anthony DeSando, Donna Mitchell, Liev Schreiber

Gucci - Women's Wear

Its still 2008 winter... But Gucci (http://www.gucci.com/uk/index2.html) is already introducing its wardrobe for both men and women to prepare for fall/winter of 2009. I really appreciate how fast a trend can go... Call me outdated or whatever...

But their outfits are still as stunning as ever..

I love their super thigh high skinny boots... Its like wearing leather tights and its so shiny all the way...

But their splash of colours are not that varied... I'm not sure whether I'm wrong, but their collection this year is kinda tone down to black, grey and white.

The belt that clinch at the middle is really a very on-going fashion statement, I'd say... We just never seem to get tired of it.

But I still love how they integrate shiny elements and sparkling components into their merchandise. And I love how the outfit is baggy and big on top (to virtually enlarge the lady's boobs) and goes totally lean and lanky at the bottom.
Gucci did launch their spring theme clothes for 2009 last year... So outdated me am going to look at them right now.

I really adore how flow-y and rigid some materials could be when makin'em into an outfit.

There are many colours for spring though... You get earth, peppermint, amethyst, iris, sky blue... Just makes you wanna go all "SPRING"...

Well, I'm not a professional fashionista and I couldn't describe any better than the pros... I'm gonna just stop here with my humble and un-glam comment and let you do your own analysis through their website.
p/s: I really am fascinated by their platform heels... It seems to be the IT thing..

Une autre folie de la jeunesse

Les corps ouverts - dir. Sébastien Lifshitz - 1998 - France - N/A - with Yasmine Belmadi, Pierre-Loup Rajot, Margot Abascal, Mohamed Damraoui, Malik Zidi, Dora Dhouib, Sébastien Lifshitz

If there's a single filmmaker in the past ten years who I think has been criminally overlooked within the film community, it would have to be Sébastien Lifshitz. It's not so much a lack of appreciation, as the one or two people I know who've seen his films feel the same as I do, but being the closest offshoot of Claire Denis doesn't really get the film houses packed. (On a side note, I mentioned in my review of Lifshitz's Wild Side that his film's have more in common with mid-period Bergman, but the Denis comparisons, even beyond sharing the amazing cinematographer Agnès Godard, are apparent.) I finally got a chance to see the short he made prior to Presque rien, Les corps ouverts, which won both the Prix Jean Vigo and the Kodak Short Film Award at Cannes in 1998. Les corps ouverts, which appears on the French Film Office disc for Presque rien but irritatingly not on the US disc from Picture This!, basically lays out the groundwork for Lifshitz's later work, which I suppose is exactly what I hope for when a filmmaker follows the path of establishing theirself with a short to "graduate" to feature-filmmaking. To refer to Les corps ouverts as a "test-run" would be unfair, as it's quite good on its own. However, watching it retroactively, the thought lingered. Though I can remember when non-linear storytelling seemed to be a hot trend, Lifshitz, like Atom Egoyan, understood that the structure could only be truly rewarding if it were dramatically revelatory instead of divisively concealing.

In many ways, the film's protagonist Rémi (Yasmine Belmadi) is Mathieu (Jérémie Elkaïm) of Presque rien and Stéphanie (Stéphanie Michelini) of Wild Side at the same time. Like both, he's thrust into the role of caretaker when his parent falls ill, and similar to his other films, his other parent is absent. Like Mathieu, it's a figurative orphaning as he's left to his own devices during the formation of his own maturity; like Stéphanie (and perhaps Mathieu after-the-fact), this "orphaning" results in an outward hardness (though this isn't exactly the case for Stéphanie) which is deceptive to both the characters around him and, most of all, to himself. The outward hardness, of course, could be reduced to Rémi's floundering attempts at a certain Arab machismo, which is seen early on during a casting session when he tells the director his favorite film is De Palma's Scarface, the beacon of feigned, hard-edged masculinity. His sexuality thus becomes less of an issue as his own applied gender norm, as he assumes the active role of "man of the house" with his ailing father (Mohamed Damraoui) and his sexually maturing sister (Dora Dhouib). This spreads to his sexual affairs, with both film director Marc (Pierre-Loup Rajot) and the street dancer (Margot Abascal), who looks like a Madonna impersonator circa 1988, where his projections conceal what his face is never able to hide. With Marc, Rémi rejects tenderness as if it were something to be ashamed of; with the girl, he recites his own poetry in an attempt to woo her with sensitivity. And then there's the porno theatre hook-up (with a character played by Lifshitz) where all of his naiveté and both sexual and emotional immaturity subconsciously reveal themselves.

To go back to the Bergman reference, Les corps ouverts is no different from Lifshitz's later films. There's a jarring moment of truth in the film's closing shot, where the film returns to Rémi's casting session with Marc. Leaving the camera on Rémi's face as Marc explains the film to him, we learn everything we need to know about the film's protagonist in his face as if the camera captured something intangible within him. The weight of this shot is immeasurable and ultimately devastating. I can't recommend Lifshitz's films with any more enthusiasm that I've already displayed. With no word of future projects listed online for the director, I can only hope Wild Side wasn't the last we've heard from such a gifted filmmaker.

Additional Readings:

Comin' Home [My review of Wild Side from 21 June 2006]
Neverland et la folie de la jeunesse [A comparison piece between Presque rien and Pawel Pawlikowski's My Summer of Love from 14 April 2006]

One Year Ago


walking into the water on beautiful Boracay this time last year

Dear Readers,

I left beautiful Boracay one year ago today.
Such an amazing place.
Thank you to the person responsible for taking this picture of me on the beach.
It's so special.
And I want to thank my mates from Boracay for all the beautiful birthday wishes, from the bottom of my heart.

My Facebook was totally INSANE for three days.
I loved it!

bx

Our Agung is Literate

I'm not being cynical or sarcastic or trying to be a smart ass condemning our Agung, k?? I'm just stating a fact which is shown in the news below!!!


TUANKU MIZAN CONFERRED HONORARY DOCTORATE

PUTRAJAYA, Feb 17 (Bernama) -- Yang di-Pertuan Agong Tuanku Mizan Zainal Abidin was today conferred an honorary doctorate by Queen's University, Belfast, Northern Ireland, for his support for higher education and for Malaysia's links with the university over the last 50 years.

Queen's University President and Vice-Chancellor Prof Peter Gregson conferred the doctorate on Tuanku Mizan in a ceremony at Istana Melawati here.It is the first time in its 160 years history that the university has conferred an honorary doctorate on a reigning monarch.

The ceremony was the highlight of a week-long visit to Malaysia by Prof Gregson.


OOoooooo....So there's a huge bonding going on between Northern Ireland and Malaysia...

That's a good thing, I'd say... But I used 5 years of hardwork, studying till the late nights and a RM130k to get a degree.... That's a sort of thing to be envied though (do I sound sour here?? -_-)

But at least now the Agung have a clue where Belfast is... wtf -_-

p/s: If you do not know, I've graduated from the University mentioned above... and am still currently in Belfast waiting for my Visa approval T__T

Here I Am

Here I am, sitting in front of the laptop, blogging, facebook-ing, plurking, msn-ing.


Here I am, in my room, day dreaming about working in my own office, earning hard cash and looking through reports.


Here I am, in Belfast, waiting for my Visa to be approved, so that I could continue staying here for another 2 years.


Here I am, in the UK, savouring the sunny weather and cold temperature, thinking of my next trip to another Europe country.


Here I am, far away from Malaysia, missing my family and the food and my friends.


Here I am, in the midst of sadness and happiness, I just can't simply make up my mind whether to become a optimist or a pessimist.


Here I am in the body of a 55kg gal (gosh..that's super huge for my height -_-... need to keep fit gal), thinking maybe I have dense bones and not 40kg of accumulated fat -_-


Here I am, pigging out smarties, wondering whether my weight would soar to 58kg by the end of this month.


Here I am, watching Sailormoon -_-, silently laughing at my naive-tivity when I was young and now.


Here I am, looking at a glass of water, thinking that if only my thought could be as calm as it, no ripples, no waves, no tilting or whatsoever, then maybe I could be happier.


Here I am, searching for a way, into all my friends heart, wondering whether they had forgotten me or not.


Here I am, babbling nonsense, but yet, felt a great sense of relieve when writing...


Here I am, prepared to take on the worst if my Visa approval failed...


Here I am, in my comfort zone, unwilling to charge out, but yet, my heart is longing to break out.


Here I am, a coward, afraid to call home, scared to spill the not-so-good news of mine to my parents, but then again, I miss my parents...


Here I am, trying to be a better person, did I succeed?? Ummmm.... T_T