From:
pagou@worldnet.fr
Je suis sorti de la salle dans un etat incroyable. Je crois que c'est
l'effet le plus puissant qu'un film m'est fait jusqu'a present! Je ne veux pas trop en dire. Je souhaite juste conseiller a tous ceux qui ne l'ont pas vu d'y aller !
From: Tristan Jakob-Hoff (classic@starchat.net)
Summary: Passionate?
What to say that hasn't been said about this film? Obviously, it's bloody fantastic. But I think there is maybe one defining, underlying current that makes this such a powerful film: it seems to me that everyone involved believes in what they're doing.
Fincher, Pitt, Norton - all men in their 30s, the generation this is about, aimed at. And though I don't belong to that generation, I've grown up in it's shadow, and it rings true even for me. Something about the very idea of this movie made me think. I actually dreamt about it last night a reason I decided I must go today to see it for the first time.
Something deep deep inside found some sort of strange resonance with the idea of beating-and-being-beaten senseless - a physical catharsis that perhaps we *do* lack in our lives. We are, after all, hunting animals, we are biologically pre-programmed to kill and when we are forced to these days, we do so with guns, knives, whatever your poison. What happened to hands-on brutality?
But this is not about people who need to feel brutality - it's about a whole generation needing to feel *something*, anything at all. Fighting is their answer, and later - when they realise they might be able to do something about it - anarchy. This film is comedic, but at its heart is a very disturbing message: we are living in a world where the only answer to having nothing is to accept it.
Nihilistic? You bet. Passionate? Without doubt. Fight Club screams at you, it bashes your head against a floor like a wild animal, it unsettles you like no other film, and makes sure you enjoy the ride all the way to the final reel and well beyond.
If they made movies like this more often, they wouldn't *have* to make movies like this at all.
From: GLIM-2
Summary: Brilliant, simply brilliant
It must be the best movie this year for me - I had not left a cinema
feeling so exhilarated for yonks. It was brutal and beautiful.
Reflective and irreverent. Edgy and charming.
Eye candy and brain fodder. And best of all, I had not laughed so hard since Eddie Murphy stuffed a banana in a cop's car exhaust pipe 15 years ago. No one will look at liposuction the same way again.
The cinematography will inspire many ads and wanna-be's. (Think the Ikea walk-through scene.)
Compared to Fight Club, Sixth Sense is just a walk in the park.
Go watch it - again and again.