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CINEMA :Les blessures narcissiques d'une vie par procuration

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  • Créé le : 10/09/2011 19:04
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    © DR - LA NUIT de Michelangelo Antonioni (1961) p11

    28/12/2012 05:55

    © DR - LA NUIT de Michelangelo Antonioni (1961)   p11


    Je me demande VRAIMENT à quoi peuvent servir les"Tags"?
    Sous cette photo il y avait:"Laver sol"..alors qu'elle joue à faire glisser son poudrier....

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    cold, harsh, dark, - and that's just the drinks
    Author: Fiona-39 from Belfast, N.I
    23 July 2001
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    This is a hard film to sit through. Which is not to say it isn't worthwhile, or good, or even a masterpiece, but that the state of mind of the characters involved is hard to cope with - they are depressed, aimless, drifting, unable to make any emotional commitment in an atomised, alienating landscape that is, in the words of Henri Lefebvre, full of signs but absolutely no symbols. The symbols have been all used up, exhausted, just as the couple's love has been all used up.
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    The truth of this film resides for me in its final scene when Moreau (Lidia) reads the old love letter out to Giovanni as a cold morning mist snakes around the golf course. It talks about waking up next to her and possessing her so completely that she is no longer herself, but part of him; utterly owned, 'an image I want to keep forever.' But now the image is tarnished, forgotten, and the woman is alone, abandoned -free of her cage, but utterly lost in the dark mean streets of modernity.

     






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