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(The shootout in the gallery is plain ridiculous imho.)

This also led me to watch the earlier Black Coal Thin Ice, which I also found impressive in terms of filming and definition of characters, once again involving Gwei Lun-Mei as the central, almost mute, and doomed, woman, but puzzling in terms of psychology and scenarios. The two main characters are striking, with an outlandish swan-like actress Gwei Lun-Mei.

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The classical story line of the chase à la A bout de souffle is both tenuous and gripping, with an painful attention to colour and lightings, most scenes taking place at night with ghastly lights, with an intentional confusion between gangs of criminals and groups of cops, the final scene in full daylight making everything else sounding like a bad dream.

Watched also for the first time the fascinating The Wild Goose Lake ( 南方车站的聚会 which translates as A Rendez-Vous at a Station in the South), by Diao Yinan, a 2019 Cannes Festival selection, a psychological and violent noir film taking place in Wuhan among local gangs, when a gang boss kills by mistake a policeman after a very gory episode. References to jazz pieces got a wee bit annoying by the third volume… And there is a maximal number of rye bread sandwiches with Polish pastrami I can swallow! And which I found almost as good as the first one, with its insistence on the humanity of each of the characters rather than indulging in manicheism. Read two further volumes of John Harvey’s Charlie Resnick, in a random order, volumes that I found in and returned to the exchange section in front of our library as usual. And reminded me of the much more disturbing Losey’s The Servant… Then watched Kurosawa’s Creepy, a gripping if not particularly realist psychological thriller that was premiered at the 2016 Berlin Film Festival. Watched a few episodes of Alice in Borderland, vaguely suggested as hearsay by my daughter, but despite the fascinating scenes of an empty Tokyo, the plot is not particularly engaging, the tricks towards solving the game often lame, and the characters are not developed at all. Accompanied by a first attempt at baking a chocolate pie. And had a great Korean streetfood dinner at (or from) MamiBaba by Quinsou, near Montparnasse, with pajeon (the cousin to okonomiyaki!) and kimchee. But overall, not much happening and too much infodump!īaked Ethiopian lentils & spinach mix, to get along with a slow cooking Ethiopian beef stew. abortion (and even less supported in the home country of the author, Andrzej Sapkowski!).

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A very disappointing follow-up to the earlier book.Read the next volume of the Witcher series, Baptism of Fire, with even less enthusiasm than for the previous one, as the momentum of the series seems to have stalled… (Despite reading some highly positive reviews.) Some dialogues are funny enough, along with progressive views not particularly common in fantasy, like the support of reproductive rights, incl. At the end we are left confused and deflated, wondering what all the fuss was about. The individual ingredients, some very weak and dull, never begin to gel into a convincing whole. We are now in the world of childish imagination, but the story struggles on to its anti-climactic ending. We begin to realise that at the heart of things is Lawrence Arne-Sayles. As further characters emerge, most notably, The Prophet, all starts to career out of control. Two academics speak in loose idioms that fail to convince. The jarring conjunction of the real world and fantasy world is at best awkward. As the plot begins to emerge the story collapses into something more akin to farce. The descriptions of the three-tiered House are engaging as is the innocent optimism of Piranesi, himself. At the outset there is one other human being – ‘The Other’, as he is initially introduced, who has an overriding ambition. Likewise, the birds who seem to be the other principal living occupants of The House, are his friends and protectors. The appeal, short-lived as it is, comes via the description of an idealised world realised in the words and thoughts of Piranesi – ‘the Beloved Child of The House’, nurtured by the fish and seaweed, provided in plenty as food. We soon realise that we are reading a journal. The introduction of The House with its three storeys seen through the eyes of the flawed narrator, Piranesi, presumably so-called after the architectural artist, whose prints seem to inspire The House, starts beguilingly. 15 years after the quite impressive ‘Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell’ Susanna Clarke has come up with this strange and sadly unsuccessful fantasy.