Click on stamp, I have no idea what may
happen.
Look, this is really elemental. It's a movie.
Rent the movie and watch it.
Not popcorn, i would serve this up with a bagette and some unpasteurized soft cheese, some byrrh or vino.
It has soustitles/subtitles. But apart from
about 1000 subtle and fleeting nuances, the story of Boudu and the family that
rescued him from drowning in the river is largely indepentent of language. This
is a Slow-Speed Train Wreck slowly and repeatedly happening for your astonishment. And I guess
the Moral of the Fable of Boudu is
The Road to Hell
Is Paved
with Good
Intentions.
Boudu, if my hazy memory is somewhere near
accuracy, has the distinction of being the first peasant or villein -- the lowest
rung on the Medieval European Social Ladder, a guy who in that scheme of
things barely even deserved a name -- about whom some cleric scribe probably
resident in a prosperous monastery in France took the time to write a few pages
of daily-life biography not of a great King or Bishop or Prince or Holy Roman
Emperor, but about an ordinary farm schmuck up to his ankles in domestic farm
animal excrement, named Boudu.
Other than that the scribe wrote some details
of his actual life, Boudu had done nothing -- other than shoveling domestic farm
animal excrement for many decades -- to merit a permanent mark on the history of
Medieval Europe. His destiny was to shovel cow shit, die, and be forgotten. The scribe, or someone who handed out assignments to this
scribe, thought Bodu's story -- a very typical story of lots of other
contemporary schlubs -- worth telling, and having been writ down, it has stayed
that way for about 950 years. We know about as much about Boudu today as those
who knew him at the time did. (Down at Boudu's Rung, there wasn't much to know
about Boudu or anyone parallel to him.)
Although I myself don't know many guys named
Boudu, boys from Frankish and Merovingian Times have been baptised Boudu ever
since, now and then. Or so I think somebody once told me, and he or she should
know. I think he or she was my college European History professor, or one of
the books he expected me to read.
This cinema concerns a more modern Boudu --
circa 1933 -- and what happened to him and those who saved him from drowning in
the river.
When you go fishing for human beings in the
river, sometime you get a magnificent sturgeon, sometimes a trout or an eel, and
sometimes you get Boudu. It's a crap shoot.
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Montana" and "High School Musical") who prophesied that Disney would get
unimaginably rich with the Avatar knockoff "John Carter 3D" (starring Taylor Kitsch) just
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3 comments:
cahier is french for notebook, the stuff you had at school. Looks like a magazine but with blank pages.
Back in school I dreaded the phrase "Prenez vos cahiers !" (Take out your notebooks), it measn we had to write a test.
Cahier can also re3fer to a magazine or other publications that are not stricly books.
Hmmm maybe I will check out that molvie. If this is the sort of slow train wreck as 2001 I also might need a bag of summet else than popcorn....
I use to write on it and throw the rubbish in those large bins.
Hiya waste removal --
Are there any hot controversies or legal or political battles over any aspect of waste management and storage in the UK? Any innovative new techniques? Do you incinerate waste to generate energy?
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