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term="Robert Duvall" /><category term="Casey Affleck" /><category term="Jason Statham" /><category term="Ulla Jacobsson" /><category term="Toni Collette" /><category term="Brad Pitt" /><category term="Harvey Keitel" /><category term="Moritz  Bleibtreu" /><category term="Jo Hartley" /><category term="Taxi Driver" /><title>ZoomShot</title><subtitle type="html">The movie blog for us.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zoomshot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://zoomshot.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425391165474492563/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Lucian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3SheOH7_awA/R5UXFJMU9bI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FvhXHVfSVb8/S220/vinci.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ifwp" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/ifwp" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAAQXs_eip7ImA9WhZTEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425391165474492563.post-3039379077973438762</id><published>2011-03-16T09:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T09:39:00.542+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-16T09:39:00.542+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2011" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emily Blunt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Matt Damon" /><title>The Adjustment Bureau(2011)</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Would you give up your loved one and your love just because you want what's best for them and for you? This movie argues that no, you shouldn't give up on your love for what may seem like higher reason or maybe &amp;nbsp;that you should not give up because what could a higher reason be for a human being if not love.&lt;br /&gt;
As easy as that the question may look in this one and a half hours I think it has a real hard core to it: would you do something bad to do something good. I guess the answer is never simple because reason just got a blue screen.&lt;br /&gt;
Another theme touched upon is free will. Do we have it? How do we know if we do? What is the cost of it? The answers are: Yes, we know when we fight for it, it was to have a high cost at least temporarily. In the movie&amp;nbsp;the implicit cost is high to start with but after that everybody will live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;
So are you going to follow the path of the Adjustment Bureau or not? What side are you falling on?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;- a ZoomShot from Zoomshot.blogspot.com -&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425391165474492563-3039379077973438762?l=zoomshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This was recommended as an introduction to Hungarian history, but really it was but a lovestory repeated thrice and glamourized by different uniforms and stiff faces. The storyline was so... Western.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;- a ZoomShot from Zoomshot.blogspot.com -&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425391165474492563-5381456392709036005?l=zoomshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Goldfinger is from 1964, which means it has very enjoyable special effects. The swimwear is also very nice:
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The storyline is cold wary. A gold-maniac has a deal with Korea: they give him a little bomb with which he wants to contaminate the US gold reserves so that his own reserves would decuple in value. Bond is his prisoner most of the time. Unfortunately this means that there is only one car he gets the chance to drive to pieces in the whole movie. His love stories are also not very successful at first: the first two girls he hooks on to (#1 in the picture) die few hours after their encounter. Fortunately, it's different with the last one whom he impresses so much with his judo tricks that she calls Washington to warn them of the attack. If it weren't for his charms, the USA would be an insignificant country with lots of radioactive gold today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;- a ZoomShot from Zoomshot.blogspot.com -&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425391165474492563-878323027672571460?l=zoomshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;„If you were any thinner you wouldn´t exist“. Trevor didn´t sleep for a long time, for one year to be precise. That´s why is is not really aware of the real world, he is always tired and weak. He works in a factory of whatever machines. One day a college has an accident and loses his arm, it was Trevors fault, since then the others avoid being around him. Just before the accident happend he met Ivan, a strange guy with an ugly laughter. Ivan seems to appear around Trevor more often, he drives this red car, Trevor tries to catch Ivan, wants to find out what is going on. Why is there this scary paper on the frdge, who entered his appartment? And what is about the blood that runs out of the frige? He finds some saftey at Stevies place, a prostitute he visits regularly, who dreams of having a relationship with him. And then there is Marie, the waitress with the son. She is so very friendly. But he is sure, there is a plot going on, all against him. This movie is so scary, cold and weard. I had to stop watching it when I tried it the first time, because I was so afraid of what would happen next, what is real, who is good and bad. It took me a long time to see what is real, what is in Trevors head and what not, the story is very good made. And Christian Bale as Trevor is great. And very very thin. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;- a ZoomShot from Zoomshot.blogspot.com -&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425391165474492563-6996224675784744255?l=zoomshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOKUME%7E1/Gast/LOKALE%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOKUME%7E1/Gast/LOKALE%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.dailydoseofqueer.com/images/harvey-milk-sean-penn.JPG" src="http://www.dailydoseofqueer.com/images/harvey-milk-sean-penn.JPG" /&gt;
Funny combination of an off-story (or is it?) with a Hollywood movie kind of storyline. (Actually, it's not a Hollywood movie.)

In the early scenes Sean Penn sometimes reminded me of Lucian:


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Yes, you may take it as a compliment! Physically speaking, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;- a ZoomShot from Zoomshot.blogspot.com -&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425391165474492563-4122402294493559065?l=zoomshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Jerichow" is the first of two movies I want to write about that have one thing in common: they are set far off in the country side and hardly anybody says a word.

A classical triangle-story: the driver falls in love with his boss's wife. The boss saved the wife from prison with lots of money, for which reason she is bound to him. (She'll get the debt back in case they break off.) The lovers decide to kill the boss in an accident-like manoevre,
directing his car down the cliff into the ocean. But in the supposedly last talk he breaks it to his wife that he's deadly ill and asks her to take care of him. Unfortunately, a moment later he finds out about the affair and kills himself, directing his car down the cliff into the ocean. Now there's a complicated ending!

This movie is set in deserted Brandenburg, the second one is set in a village in Bavaria which is cut off from civilisation by snow:

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"Der Architekt"  (Bierbichler) is a nasty guy who bawls at his family without apparent reasons. Except he is stressed, and, of course, he had a sad childhood with a mother-dragon. Who is dead now. Which is why his family accompanies him to his home village for the first time in a long time. In the village also live his lover and her (and his) son:

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No doubt a stressful constellation.

I don't even remember the plot, except the revelations are awquard all through. And there are some surprising elements: like to see a naked old man, and that he kisses his daughter (but nobody comments on it ever, and it doesn't evolve into an incest story). Mainly everybody is behaving extravagantly excentrically in the movie, displaying the distress they must be feeling on discovering the family tragedy. (Nobody talks of the distress they are feeling.)

The similar connection in both movies between far-off-setting and speechless complicated constellations struck me. The rural, isolated setting seems very appropriate as a background for relationships from which you can't escape, and which intensify love and family conflicts, if only by lack of alternative (alternative relationships, alternative topics: there's only the woods / the mountains / the sea and US). It makes both of them intense and purish and (despite all nature) slightly artificial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;- a ZoomShot from Zoomshot.blogspot.com -&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425391165474492563-7885295156240401347?l=zoomshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;DIV&gt;We watched this movie last week, I had no idea what to expect but I remember this one question a girl was asking: Is this Bollywood? The answer of somebody: Not quite. And it´s true, not quiet. It got eight Academy awards as far as I know and got one commendation after another. A friend of mine (yes you dear Lucian) asked me afterwards if I think this movie earns all the Academy Awards it was then nominated for, and I have to say I was a bit surprised. Not because I didn´t like the movie, but somehow this film seemed very simple in it´s story but at the same time combines a beautiful love story with the unadorned childhood and life from the slums to something bigger.&amp;nbsp; I liked it very much and there´s a lot to discover and I am sure it´s worth watching it a few more times to catch all the details. The story: Jamal just has to answer one more question and he wins the 20 Million Rupees. But how was it possible for a "slumdog" to come this far? As we learn every question is connected to his life. Jamal and his older brother Salim grow up in the Slums of Mumbai. Their mother gets killed when some violent people come to their place to bring fear and death to the Muslims. The two brothers manage to survive and meet Latika. Maman, a man who deals with children to earn money finds them and takes them with him. When Salim has to decide weather to betray Jamal ot to flee they flee but have to leave Latika behind. She is the love of Jamals life. He can´t forget her and does not give up searching for her. Jamal finds a job in a call-center where he is serving tea. More or less by accident he finds himself in the Indian version of "Who wants to be a Millionaire?" And he simply goes there because Latika might be watching. &lt;/DIV&gt;
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&lt;DIV&gt;I can warmly recommend this one to you, it´s about an idealistic man who won´t give up, gets satisfaction in the end but nothing changes. Very realistic and disillusional, thrilling and close to the characters, you can feel the tension the whole time through.&lt;/DIV&gt;
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&lt;DIV&gt;Vianne and her daughter Anouk (who owns an inivisible kangaroo with a broken leg) travel from place to place, with the northern wind, because Vianne has this restlessness in her blood for her mother was a nomad in south africa. They arrive at this small&amp;nbsp;village somewhere in Frace, where everything is as it always has been, where everybody knows where his/her place is and what rule is expected, what is allowed and what not. Vianne opens&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a chocolaterie next to the church right during the forty days of Lent. Nevertheless it happens that the habitants go there from time to time, and then more often. They talk, get help, enjoy the taste. The Compte de Reynaud is quite displeased by this distrubance of the routine and the decay of manners. And the straw that brakes the camle´s back is when Vianne sympathises with the "pirates" that arrive one day, especially with Roux whome she even invites into her Chocolaterie, even though the whole village agrees about the "boycott of immorality", what means not to sell anything to the "rats of the river". I can only warmly recommend this film to you, you will feel light and comfortable afterwards, with the huge appetite for chocolate.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;- a ZoomShot from Zoomshot.blogspot.com -&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425391165474492563-1601280011035533398?l=zoomshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;DIV&gt;Me and my friend decided, despite the bad surprises on many Tuesday, to go to the Sneak. And we were both surprised to have such luck, even though most other people in the cinema that I could hear, weren´t as convinced as we were. It´s a true story by the way. When the film ended we were sitting in our seats with just one question in mind: why? And even though&amp;nbsp;my friend Lisa&amp;nbsp;told me many times before that she couldn´t talk about films right after she saw them we were discussing this one the whole way back. Why did they do it? Is it "right" to make a movie about it? Is it a "wrong" certificate in a way for the criminals? First when you watch it, you have to slow down, it´s not one of the fast, thrilling action movies. It developes quite slowly, we see the two main characters, two 16 year old boys that left school already and bore themselves through the days. We have the feeling to get to know them a bit, even that we think we could assess their actions. And for no special reason one night they decide to kill somebody, the next one they meet, no matter who. And they do it, for nor special reason (it seems) with extraordinary brutality. They don´t feel guilty, ashamed or what else you could feel. Nothing. We can´t read their faces, but in the end we realise in a very short scene, when the psychoanalist asks the one boy about some guardian, that his father in in prison, "and the mother?"-"You can forget her", that actually it´s nothing at all we know about the boys, it was just some short cut out of their life. The soundtrack is outstanding, the pictures are intense and like art, the camerawork is very detailled, precise and concentrated. I found the pictures and coulors combined with the soundtrack extremly strong. &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;- a ZoomShot from Zoomshot.blogspot.com -&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425391165474492563-6982566210164719949?l=zoomshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;DIV id=kztc style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1em; PADDING-TOP: 1em; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 160px" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=ddsnwqp4_121dzfvmgcq_b"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;You like Vampire movies? Than this is one you should definitaly watch. It´s bloody, brutal, no sense of humor, dark but not this trash shit you get very often in this genre. Basically this is about the battle between Vampires and Lycans (werewolfes) that goes on already for centurie. How it started depends on what story you believe. Selene however thinks that the&amp;nbsp;Lycans started it, as her stepfather Victor (the most powerful of his kind) told her, the one who saved her as her whole familiy got killed by Lycans once. He made her a Vampire, she became a deathdealer, someone who hunts the hated enemie down to make them extinct. And she is completely loyal to Victor whom she has to wake up from his longlasting sleep, because she fears betrayal and she is convinced to have seen Lucian, the supposed to be killed leader of the Lycans. Then there is a more personal problem, she fell for Michael, who got bitten by a Lycan, and this love is not allowed to exist. Michael has also some very special genetic abilities, that´s why the Lycans are so very interested in him. Than Selene has to find out that her stepfather is not what he said he is, that the war between the two species began because of a forbidden love, so what are the consequenses she has to take, now that her whole world broke apart?&lt;/DIV&gt;
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&lt;DIV&gt;Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet are the actors this movie lives from. It´s so very intense. 
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&lt;DIV&gt;...oder die Bekenntnisse der mannstollen Näherin Rita Brauchts. (I am sorry, but this is not possible to translate:)&amp;nbsp;As you can probably guess, the main topic is sex. It´s in the 60s and the story is taking place in Germany. The revolution did reach the place München-Ramersdorf, Bennie Köpke (Tom Schilling) is making a apprenticeship as a cameraman at the police. He does this for his mother who has worries enough with his older brother Freddi (Benno Fürmann) who has always problems with money. So he&amp;nbsp;has now, that´s why Freddi persuades Bennie to make a movie, because he desperately needs the money. And what kind of movies you can make money with is obvious, sex movies, particularly at this time just in the rumours of the sexual revolution. This happens just after Bennie met Luzi (Karoline Herfurth) for whom he falls&amp;nbsp;immediately.&amp;nbsp;Luzi is on the rebellion side, lives in a&amp;nbsp;activist-commune and should never find out that he belongs to the enemies (the police). The caotic film crew consisits amongst others out of a female main actor who can´t speak German (because the language of love ist always italian) and who doesn´t want to undress (the first sex movie without sex, "geht gar nicht" (not possible)). The lightning idea for the story comes from Luzi, after she and Bennie went , for a creative input, to a therapist for marries couples. It´s light and funny entertainment, playing in a not-suprising way with clichees, but nevertheless I was laughing a lot about all the small obstacles&amp;nbsp;that are put in their way while the crew is shooting in a&amp;nbsp;very&amp;nbsp;improvisational way the film. 
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&lt;DIV&gt;Bruges is an old city, one of the best achieved cities from the middle ages. It´s&amp;nbsp;beautiful but a bit dismal, it´s foggy and a bit like a dream. Like the movie. Sometimes you have the feeling to dive in some sureal dimension and on the other hand there are these touching moments when it hits you from the back. For example when Rey (Colin Farell) lays in his bed, his face is not moving and then he starts crying without a sound or a change of expression and somehow you realise how deep&amp;nbsp;his despair must be. Or when Rey and his friend Ken (Brendan Gleeson) sit on the bench talking about nonsense and suddenly, out of nothing,&amp;nbsp;Rey can´t stand it anymore, being guilty of the murder of a child, saying that it will only end when he ends. Within the helplessness of the&amp;nbsp;the main actor&amp;nbsp;there are&amp;nbsp;these very funny scences, that fit so good without leaving the tragic focus of the story. Tragedy and humor are closly and sensitive interlocked. On the other hand there are very drastic and brutal situations, we see the killings, the open wounds, the blood. Bruges is a stage for characters that have a story to tell, not in words but in gestures and looks. Harry (Ralph Fienesse), the agressive boss of Rey an Ken who is highly convinced by his principles&amp;nbsp;and can´t say one sentence without swearing.&amp;nbsp;The "good" girl that is a drug dealer, the gnome that wants to be characterized as a dwarf.&amp;nbsp;The black&amp;nbsp;jokes are trailed through the whole movie, not one&amp;nbsp;precarios topic is left&amp;nbsp;out. There are jokes about black and white people, about gnomes, about homesexuals, about fat people,...and so&amp;nbsp;on. Sometimes I was laughing just because I was schocked.&amp;nbsp;But even when&amp;nbsp;it is loud somehow there stays&amp;nbsp;this sad silence in the back. 
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