The time is the 1930's. Australia like the rest of the world is in the grip of depression. For Aussie's one man lifted their spirits, Don Bradman. Arguably one of the greatest sportsmen of any sport, The Don's cricketing prowess was a ray of sunshine to all Australian, especially to one Hubert "Fatty" Finn. He had a dream, to own a crystal set ( very early radio receiver) so as to listen to Bradman flay the Pom's ( English) in the upcoming Ashes Test match. However that took money to buy and times were hard. Fatty uses his enterprise to raise money and promptly loses it as misfortune strikes time and again. Then of course his arch rival Bruiser Murphy is also plotting Fatty's downfall. If he can only win the goat race again he will have enough to pay for the crystal set; or will Bruiser Murphy gazump him? With his band of friends plus Trumper the frog and Hector the goat Fatty sets out to win the day. Hurray for Fatty Finn. Oh yes and Bradman made a record score in the test.
Julie T (it) wrote: J'adore l'univers de Fred Pellerin ;-)
Kheang M (it) wrote: "5 centimeters per second"...more like '1 hr of agonizing pain' watching this degrading into the inevitable ending that u kno ur not gonna like the moment u saw the title, but stil went thru it anw..
Olivier S (nl) wrote: Incroyablement trange.
Emmanuelle D (au) wrote: Scenario tordu mais rigolo. Bon, c'est loin d'etre un top seller mais c'est pas 100% nul !
Lauren A (ca) wrote: This movie is beautiful.
Kevin M (ru) wrote: Novelistic story of a young man on a soccer team who has a dysfunctional family, intercut with a liberal amount of vignettes that vary in content, length and quality; "Throw Away Your Books, Rally in the Streets" defies description as it boldly breaks the laws of cinema. Experimentation is conducted, the wilder the better. Green-tinted flashbacks, purple fantasies, musical interludes, subliminal editing, daring sequences with the actors acting strangely in public (a la "Borat"), wanton disregard for three-act structure or basic necessities like the Fourth Wall. With its Dostoevskian number of characters obsessed with the state of Japan circa 1971, and the overall varying successes of its myriad cinematic experiments, "TAYB, RitS" might be a trying viewing experience for those not in the right state of mind for it. Overall, its a bumpy and kind of overlong ride, but well worth it for the cumulative effect. While the concluding speech (with the tableau of assembled film crew) goes on for an Onanistic length, the film finally ends with what are without a doubt the greatest ending credits ever.Very much interested to check out more of Shuji Terayama's work, but it seems to be hard to come across in the States.
Spartacus E (jp) wrote: Thorton does an astounding job in front of and behind the camera