La tribu

La tribu


  • Rating:
    4.00 out of 5
  • Length:0 minutes
  • Release:1991
  • Language:French
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  • Keywords:based on novel,  

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Ela T (it) wrote: It was interesting to see something from Uruguay. The film is a little slow. It deserves to be seen because of the sweetness and firmness of Jara and to see F1 driver Fernando Alonso.

Mark P (jp) wrote: Kinda only watched this because I met Ezra Miller in Caldwell a few years ago. I don't like to use the word "corny", but I think that word fits this film... Maybe if I was seventeen and watched it for the first time, I may have gotten something out of it, but I'm not sure what that would have been. I did enjoy the shots of Pittsburg. Also, during most of the film, the characters were wondering what a certain song was. It didn't help with believability, that this "Mystery Song" was one of David Bowie's most famous songs.

Stanley C (ag) wrote: The original Hoodwinked movie, I felt critics were being too harsh on and I found plenty of good jokes in it, this sequel however has become the exact same type of dull, unexciting story that the first movie was making fun of.

Stefan L (it) wrote: good hitchcockian title sequence soon develops into tale of two films, one with a good ghostly narrative the other a hammy borrowing of scare tactics seen in every j-horror film that preceded it, both of which develop into an absurd ending

Edith N (br) wrote: Anything for Your Passion I'm not sure why women aren't allowed at Iranian sporting events. The women in today's story are told that it's the swearing, but since they're in a pen next to a stadium gate, that's about all of the game they are exposed to. Another claim in the movie is that it's unseemly for the women to sit next to men, but of course the solution to that isn't keeping them out; it's segregating them, the way they're segregated in Iranian colleges. I've read a theory that it's because the men play in shorts. The women aren't supposed to see that much bare skin on a man who isn't their husband. Of course, men are watching the match on television in the public streets, but women are on the honour system, I guess, and aren't supposed to look at the televisions. I know sports are generally considered to be a man's field of interest, but that's not entirely true. And as one of the women points out, the women have their own matches as well. In 2006, Iran and Bahrain played a football match against one another to qualify for the World Cup. This was obviously a great big deal for Iranians; it was the third time they qualified, the second since revolution. Our story begins in a taxi, where a father is searching passing buses for his daughter, who he believes is sneaking into the game dressed as a boy. The girl whose story we then shift to (I believe Sima Mobarak-Shahi, but few if any of the characters have names) manages to buy a ticket to the game, but she is detected as she enters. She is escorted to a small pen near one of the entrances to the stadium--though just far enough away that there is no view of the game. Any women detected are brought there, their names taken, to be arrested. Most impressive is the young woman (Mahnaz Zabihi) who disguised herself as a soldier. The other women crowd around her to admire her costume. A young man is arrested for smuggling in fireworks, and then they are all hauled off to the station. They claim that the limitations on women in Iran are intended to protect them, but I don't think most women want to be protected in that way. "Smoking Girl" (Shayesteh Irani) points out that she is perfectly capable of dressing like a lady when the occasion arises, and we also see that she is capable of taking care of herself. (She is also the sexiest, in a boyish way.) Another of the girls seems to be an extremely skilled football player herself. All of them want to see their country qualify for the World Cup. It's a love of sport and a love of their country, and while I suppose it can be argued that women shouldn't have the first (though I wouldn't believe it), surely they want all those women to love their country. The women also point out that Japanese women had been allowed into the stadium when Iran played Japan, and there were apparently Bahraini women watching the match from an isolated glass room, which these women would cheerfully do. Of course, no one responsible for the decision to keep these women out of the stadium has anything to do with the actual work of keeping them out of the stadium. They are left in the hands of young men who would themselves rather be watching the game. Or, in the case of one of the men (Safdar Samandar), home in Tabriz, herding his cattle. The women are not persuaded by any of the arguments as to why they're not allowed to watch the game; the argument that it is to protect them from violence doesn't hold much water to them, either, even though one had a friend killed the year before during that match against Japan. After all, the idea that they will be in special danger because they are women doesn't hold much weight if men have been killed. Certainly those soldiers would probably be more effective if routed to crowd control instead of shepherding a handful of women. They're just doing their job, and no one wants to know their opinion on the subject. As it happens, I lived in a host city for the 1994 World Cup. Unlike quite a lot of the rest of the United States, I even lived in an area with more than a few fans. There are certainly a lot of baseball diamonds and basketball courts in the parks of Los Angeles, but a Sunday's drive through Los Angeles will also take you past innumerable soccer matches, and that was true before the Soccer Mom became a national trope. Today, South America produces a large percentage of World Cup-qualifying teams every four years, and there is a large population of South American immigrants in LA. So. I know better, I think, than quite a lot of Americans how important this game would have been to these women, if they were serious fans. The World Series doesn't really compare, except on those rare occasions when a Canadian team gets it. If it isn't one American team, it's probably another. But to countries where they call the game football, the World Cup is extremely important. This was about national pride, and the idea that maybe half the country shouldn't be blocked from it is probably why this film is banned in Iran as much as the drag.

Rameshwar N (kr) wrote: Over a period of time, I started to admire Emily Mortimer's work and this movie is the best example of her talent. A simple sweet story with minimum characters and a lot of heart. Set in the suburbs of Glasgow, Lizzie (Emily Mortimer) is a single mom to Frankie (Jack McElhone) and she makes him believe that his father is a globe trotter in his ship and so he can't be around while hiding the truth about her separation. She writes to Frankie as his father giving him indications on where he is which Frankie follows passionately. When Frankie goes into a bet with his schoolmate to bring his father to a football match, Lizzie has to find someone to be Frankie's dad for the day. She employs a stranger (Gerard Butler). Some movies are such where everyone is nice to each other and the situations are not challenging, but still the portrayal of lives can be very interesting. Gerard Butler stays in his element and gives a humble elegant performance and McElhone and his classmates does an apt job. But the real eyeopener was Emily Mortimer with her passionate yet controlled performance. There is hardly any moment that felt forced for dramatic effect in a rather very flat yet entertaining screenplay. It is a joy to listen to Scottish accent. Background score gels well in some dramatic moments. Simple, humble, entertaining, heartwarming.

Samuel B (us) wrote: LIVIN IN MY UPTOWN WORLD CUASE SHES AN UPTOWN GIRL (this is a song)

Brandon V (jp) wrote: Equally endearing and skin-crawling.

Jak C (de) wrote: One of my favorite movies. Great acting, great story.

Virginia J (kr) wrote: Wow, it's easy to forget these days how extremely hot Jeff Bridges used to be ... that body was an outrage in 1984 -- check out the abs.

Arun D (fr) wrote: very dramatic in typical Bollywood fashion. Amitabh's great lines, a few interestingly funny songs, and a lot of fun.

Johannes J (us) wrote: Bob: "We're free to do what we want."Alex: "Darling... other people often do what they don't want to do at all."

Stephen Z (nl) wrote: Though James Dean is far from the bad-boy promised by the title, his incredibly strong and emotional performance - along with delightful performances from Natalie Wood and Sal Mineo - carry "Rebel Without a Cause" from beginning to end.

Devon B (au) wrote: As the film opens, Madame Louise is looking through her things for something to sell, in order to have some extra spending money. In lieu of her furs or her diamond cross pendant, she takes out a pair of earrings. She sells them, then pretends to "lose" them at the opera one night. When the missing earrings are reported in the paper as stolen, the jeweler she pawned them off on comes to return them to her husband, the General (Charles Boyer). The general buys them back and gives them to his mistress, who's about to leave the country on an extended trip to Constantinople. When the mistress runs upon hard times, she hocks the earrings and it's then that the visiting ambassador, Baron Fabrizio Donati buys them. Donati meets Louise at customs and falls in love with her at first sight. As the two pursue a friendship that turns into romance, he gives her the earrings, not knowing they were originally hers.That Louise could sell the earrings her husband gave her as a wedding present speaks of how she regarded her marriage to the General. It's not as if the general were a bad man or that they weren't quite suitable companions. "I don't like the person I've become in your eyes" says the general to Louise, who suddenly feels the painful sting of jealousy as he watches his wife fall in love with another man. The general, deep down, is quite a human character, perhaps even more so than the overly romantic Baron who comes to steal away his wife. The idea that people create these narrow pathes through life that they limit themselves to is not strictly the domain of the upper class of the past. Perhaps it's a lesson to be found in watching the, uhs... march to their own respective dooms in such orderly fashion.

Charles P (fr) wrote: Jackie Chan and Owen Wilson work well together and make the film dumb, old-fashioned entertainment.