Milice

Milice

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  • Release:1997
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Irvin C (fr) wrote: One man recounts his experience under the Khmer Rouge regime in Cambodia. I've been to Cambodia and visited a lot of museums and learned a lot about it from the source. It's a story that's been told cinematically several times before but this one is unique in that it presents its re-enactments through a combination of shots of dioramas of clay figures interspersed with archival footage direct from the source. It's TECHNICALLY a documentary but its unique presentation elevates it into something that's almost poetic. It doesn't quite reach the greatness that it could have but it's still a beautifully mounted, heartfelt film that simply must be seen.

Jennifer K (jp) wrote: Fabulous feel good show. Would go again.

DarrenLee W (br) wrote: not a bad movie had some good laughs, but i wouldn't really call it a british gangster movie now.

Ted N (es) wrote: Who played the young singer (sing La Bas) at the end of the movie?

Alexander C (au) wrote: A good film, yeah right.............

Marcus W (fr) wrote: Some fine performances, but let down by a dour pace and a saggy script.

Jake R (ca) wrote: Despite the entering the stuffy hangover era of the transition to sound, 1929 was something of another golden year for silent movies. With Hollywood now 100% committed to talkies the world was quickly following suit, but for some film makers letting go so suddenly of this beautiful form of art was too brutal. Thus, so much focused energy and determination was poured into these final features, desperate to thrill the vulgar audiences one more time with the sublime experience of cinema. The late '20s were the peak of silent art, perhaps prophetically. Even in the days before the shift to sound began in 1927 masterpieces such as 'Sunrise' were defining the finesse of the motion picture. All the natural and unfathomable beauty of a passionate fire had been extinguished in favour of a cheap, flickering light bulb. Audiences were more easily seduced by the novelty of seeing and hearing people talk on screen than the more profound artistry of telling a story without words (minus the necessary intertitle or two.) Yet, after almost a century, these silent masterpieces show exactly why audiences could so easily abandon them. It's a unique trait for cinema in the 1920s: you can take on the most lurid, sensationalist, pulpy melodrama that any amateur screenwriter knocked up in five minutes and almost completely ignore it in favour of savouring the visual impact you've created. 'Sunrise', 'Seventh Heaven', 'The Docks of New York', 'The Wind', 'The Crowd', 'Pandora's Box', 'Diary of a Country Girl', all are founded on the kind of mushy sentimentality that would make even Chaplin or Sirk throw up. 'Asphalt' is no different, and because of it, something about it just doesn't feel right. It's like watching a college drama production, or reading Victorian novels, or even listening to the average pop song; it's so over-the-top and high-flown that you can't possible take it seriously. These are the customs of a bygone age, when extreme emotions were seen as daring and romantic because people didn't act like that in real life. Only, they do, and people these days don't want to be treated to something loud purporting to be real, when we all know real life is low-key and subtle, most of the time anyway. As such, 'Asphalt' doesn't nearly capture the heart in its scenes of flailing and floundering, but it does in other places, and this is the secret of why these brilliant silent films still hold their own as towering works of art. Joe May's luxuriant sets indeed impress, if only for the fact that he purposely built an entire city intersection only to show it onscreen for less than 15 minutes. But it's everything else that makes the film so delicious. Gunther Rittau's awe-inspiring cinematography is a masterwork of New Objectivity craftsmanship, glazing everything in a beautiful, soft, angelic light so shiny that even Frohlich's ordinary fingernails sparkle magnificently. German cinema of the late '20s was a bizarre fusion of the emo-angst of Expressionism and the purer, more aesthetic nature of New Objectivity. In 'Asphalt' it's evident in style, the way the sets are mostly geometric and how the actors remain stationary or very composed whenever possible; interestingly, the actor's never seem to bend or twist, remaining upright at all times. It perfectly mirrors the nature of fashion in the 1920s in general: artificial, stylish, made to show off naturally human beauty rather than use people to compliment the clothes. It's very easy to fall in love with, and so is the wonderful cast. Gustav Frohlich as the towering 'Holk' takes centre stage here, and he's a joy to watch after his insufferable histrionics in Lang's 'Metropolis'. Built like a bodybuilder, he looms over all and sundry, yet his floppy humanism exposes his tiger as a frail pussycat. It's a little humiliating, to see such emasculation, but then this wasn't a decade particularly good for championing the virtues and qualities of men. As such, it falls to Betty Amann to provide the film's class to Frohlich's emotion. She is intensely beautiful, almost unbearably so, and provides an interesting contrast to Louise Brooks' similar image the same year. Whereas Brooks was typically American with her playful attitude, world-weariness and dynamite curves, Amann is much more a product of the '20s rather than a trend -setter, far removed of Brooks' sexual vulgarity. Amann's body is sleek and cylindrical, emphasising her facial features, her hair puffy and tousled coyly, her dresses tight but loose in length. This is the epitome of mainstream '20s fashion, different from Brooks' visibly personalised style. Amann is also caked in heavy-lidded make up and an almost melancholy shade of lip-stick; Brooks saves all her beauty for that hungry twinkle in her eyes. Both women, however, are enormously talented actresses, and Amann gives her bored thief a warm sweetness, diluting any of the nastiness her character suggests. When she cries and shivers fearfully in the denouement at the thought of going to jail somehow all this weary melodrama feels very real indeed. It's a testament to May's sensitivity as a director, but also to Amann and Frohlich's capabilities as actors. This powerful ability is cruelly overlooked when re-examining the dreariness of these stories. There was a time when audiences really fell in love with those silent gods and godesses of the silver screen. Today, watch any of these movies with a pinch of salt, but watch them nonetheless, because they're every bit as culturally unique and important as any Next Big Thing that swaggers into the film world. It's a homely comfort knowing the Cinema of Shadows remains as good as any of the best movies throughout history.

Greg W (fr) wrote: creatures on train...need i say more

Ryan V (mx) wrote: Valerie (Jaroslava Schallerova) is an adolescent girl who lives with her grandmother (Helena Anyzova) in a vaguely-defined European village in (what seems to be) the 19th century. Her budding womanhood is greeted by a lecherous priest (Jan Klusak), a lover who may be her brother (Petr Kopriva), and a vampire who may be her father (Jiri Prymek). Valerie And Her Week Of Wonders is rooted in traditional Czech folklore, but it adapts a surrealist novel and its storytelling is steeped in psychological metaphor, hallucination, and jump cuts that border on non sequitur. The film greatly benefits from its lovely costumes, excellent use of color, beautiful settings, and a moving score by Lubos Fiser. Sadly, this movie was one of the last films that the Czech avant garde movement produced before the Soviets began cracking down on art that conflicted with the dictates of Marxism.

Andrew L (au) wrote: Not a good Jim Carrey comedy, don't know how it spawned a sequel. Nothing special, very standard

Simon P (fr) wrote: Ultimately, pretty poor, still ticks a few of my boxes though.

Lindsay W (nl) wrote: Heston is engaging as the protaganist, and the sheer number of extras is staggering. But it's a slow drag of a film that feels much longer than its two hour run time. Laurence Olivier in black-face during this era still confuses the hell out of me. Basing a movie about the Horn of Africa and casting a white man in the role of the Mahdi is just bizarre, and would require an awe inspiring performance to overlook - which unfortunately Olivier just doesn't muster.

Christopher D (jp) wrote: I don't get why so many people hate this movie. It's hilarious!