<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:03:05.482+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PULARUMVARE  CINEMA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>299</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-6600385047474761768</id><published>2012-02-09T16:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-09T16:27:23.712+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Almanya - Willkommen in Deutschland (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Almanya - Willkommen in Deutschland (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6wtgaWUW-To/TzOlysrhoYI/AAAAAAAAA2I/nQSti0wNWu0/s1600/almanya-willkommen-in-deutschland-original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6wtgaWUW-To/TzOlysrhoYI/AAAAAAAAA2I/nQSti0wNWu0/s320/almanya-willkommen-in-deutschland-original.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Director: Yasemin Samdereli&lt;br /&gt;Country: Germany &lt;br /&gt;Runtime: 101 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 10 September, 1964, Germany’s one-millionth ‘guest worker’ was welcomed. Spanning a period of no less than forty-five years, this film by sisters Yasemin Samdereli (director) and Nesrin Samdereli (screenplay) tells the story of guest worker number one-million-and-one – a man named Hüseyin Yilmaz and his family. ‘Who or what am I – German or Turk?’ asks six-year-old Cenk Yilmaz when neither his Turkish nor his German schoolmates pick him for their respective football teams. In an attempt to comfort Cenk, his 22-year-old cousin Canan tells him the story of their grandfather Hüseyin, who came to Germany at the end of the sixties as a ‘guest worker’ and who later brought his wife and children to ‘Almanya’. Germany had long since become the family’s home when without warning one night, Hüseyin surprises his loved ones with the news that he has bough a house in Turkey and now wants to return to the old country. Refusing to brook the slightest opposition, the entire family set off for Turkey. This marks the beginning of a journey full of memories, arguments and reconciliations – until, that is, the family trip takes an unexpected turn … The young filmmakers have plundered their own memories of childhood and youth for this, their cinematic debut. Yasemin Samdereli: “Even at an early age, we were always struck by the way people found it amusing whenever we told them stories about our childhood: that Nesrin for instance once played German carnival figure ‘Funkenmariechen’ and used to belt out Catholic hymns fervently during mass. Or that I used to play the flute in a marching band and wrote my name Jasmin – until my second grade teacher torpedoed my attempts to hoodwink her.” –Berlinale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-6600385047474761768?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/6600385047474761768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/02/almanya-willkommen-in-deutschland-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6600385047474761768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6600385047474761768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/02/almanya-willkommen-in-deutschland-2011.html' title='Almanya - Willkommen in Deutschland (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6wtgaWUW-To/TzOlysrhoYI/AAAAAAAAA2I/nQSti0wNWu0/s72-c/almanya-willkommen-in-deutschland-original.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-7050708118149004022</id><published>2012-02-09T14:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-09T14:08:17.805+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who Wasn't There (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Who Wasn't There (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M4Qd_XYLIO4/TzOFVR4CkDI/AAAAAAAAA2A/kggK2FqcV_k/s1600/MwNoS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M4Qd_XYLIO4/TzOFVR4CkDI/AAAAAAAAA2A/kggK2FqcV_k/s320/MwNoS.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ramil Salakhutdinov &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour, 47 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A meeting of two characters happened in a deep forest, on the bank of a small pond, while it was raining heavily. This meeting is a node of the whole story. Once a gypsy predicted death to the main character. He believes her, for all her predictions have come true. The fear of death makes him look for solution and he dares to take part in an experiment which is fantastic in real life. He asks the doctor to help him in avoiding death. And finally the doctor agrees…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-7050708118149004022?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/7050708118149004022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/02/who-wasnt-there-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7050708118149004022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7050708118149004022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/02/who-wasnt-there-2010.html' title='Who Wasn&apos;t There (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M4Qd_XYLIO4/TzOFVR4CkDI/AAAAAAAAA2A/kggK2FqcV_k/s72-c/MwNoS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-7346319089051412705</id><published>2012-02-08T17:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-08T17:36:48.177+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gandu (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Gandu (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZrCluSmmMM/TzJkqWpdLlI/AAAAAAAAA14/6ZnEJmO4FBg/s1600/MV5BMjIxMDAzMjMyNV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTg0NjMyNQ%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR135%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZrCluSmmMM/TzJkqWpdLlI/AAAAAAAAA14/6ZnEJmO4FBg/s1600/MV5BMjIxMDAzMjMyNV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTg0NjMyNQ%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR135%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Director: Kaushik Mukherjee&lt;br /&gt;Country: India &lt;br /&gt;Runtime: 85 min &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandu hates his life. He hates his mother. Gandu raps out his hate, anger, dirt and filth of his existence. He and his rickshawpuller friend enter the world of smack, rap, porn and horror. Reality and fiction, surreal and bizarre come together. Can Gandu survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-7346319089051412705?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/7346319089051412705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/02/gandu-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7346319089051412705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7346319089051412705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/02/gandu-2010.html' title='Gandu (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZrCluSmmMM/TzJkqWpdLlI/AAAAAAAAA14/6ZnEJmO4FBg/s72-c/MV5BMjIxMDAzMjMyNV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTg0NjMyNQ%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR135%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-156238127766468556</id><published>2012-02-06T17:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-06T17:10:40.942+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Captains of the Sands(2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Captains of the Sands&lt;br /&gt;Directors: Cecília Amado, Guy Gonçalves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UXfvIfHR9ZY/Ty-5EtWyUII/AAAAAAAAA1w/FfdhSkacp2o/s1600/Captains+of+the+Sands+%282011%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UXfvIfHR9ZY/Ty-5EtWyUII/AAAAAAAAA1w/FfdhSkacp2o/s320/Captains+of+the+Sands+%282011%29.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Country: Brazil &lt;br /&gt;Runtime:96 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Captains of the Sands&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Pedro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Bala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, Cat,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Legless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and Dora&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Jorge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Amado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;are characters that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;once created&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to dwell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;forever in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;memory of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;his readers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Abandoned&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;by their families&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, they are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;forced to fight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to survive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the streets of Salvador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;More&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;than ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the story&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;immortal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;characters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;of world literature&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;moves us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and inspires&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-156238127766468556?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/156238127766468556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/02/captains-of-sands2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/156238127766468556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/156238127766468556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/02/captains-of-sands2011.html' title='Captains of the Sands(2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UXfvIfHR9ZY/Ty-5EtWyUII/AAAAAAAAA1w/FfdhSkacp2o/s72-c/Captains+of+the+Sands+%282011%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-3962468111646885258</id><published>2012-01-24T19:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:41:34.792+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Artist (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The Artist (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGrV--hwd7c/Tx66FteFXNI/AAAAAAAAA1o/c1pkjwXYplU/s1600/ScQhu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGrV--hwd7c/Tx66FteFXNI/AAAAAAAAA1o/c1pkjwXYplU/s320/ScQhu.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Michel Hazanavicius&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;France | Belgium&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour 36 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Artist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is an infinitely charming, and incredibly clever&amp;nbsp;homage to&amp;nbsp;the Golden Age of silent film: as authentic and believable as if it were made circa 1927, right from the opening credits which are so subtly unquestionable that you’re immediately gripped by the glamour and romance of the era, before we’ve even met a character. When we do, it’s Jean Dujardin’s George Valentin, an intoxicatingly charming mega-star of the silent period, who has the whole Hollywood world on their knees before him – the film subsequently charts his peek, before the advent of the talkies arrives, and he finds himself cast out overnight in favor of the new breed of speaking stars. Along the way he meets Berenice Bejo’s Peppy Miller, a wannabe who miraculously finds her way to stardom when she bumps into George during a photo shoot, and takes her fate in her own hands to ensure she makes a career of the brief fame that follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-3962468111646885258?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/3962468111646885258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/artist-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3962468111646885258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3962468111646885258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/artist-2011.html' title='The Artist (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGrV--hwd7c/Tx66FteFXNI/AAAAAAAAA1o/c1pkjwXYplU/s72-c/ScQhu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-1460433401084889416</id><published>2012-01-24T13:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-24T13:19:41.639+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Travelling With Pets (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Travelling With Pets (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qkIC-R8h5YU/Tx5cQmwV0ZI/AAAAAAAAA1g/_0DYKz5-jn4/s1600/U46xK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qkIC-R8h5YU/Tx5cQmwV0ZI/AAAAAAAAA1g/_0DYKz5-jn4/s320/U46xK.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Vera Storozheva&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Russia&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour, 36 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hatalie was 16, living in a foster home, when she was bought by a rough and unstable man. They lived at a remote station, and their loveless marriage lasted 19 years, until he died. Now free, Natalie is discovering her first love when she meets Sergei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-1460433401084889416?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/1460433401084889416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/travelling-with-pets-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1460433401084889416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1460433401084889416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/travelling-with-pets-2007.html' title='Travelling With Pets (2007)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qkIC-R8h5YU/Tx5cQmwV0ZI/AAAAAAAAA1g/_0DYKz5-jn4/s72-c/U46xK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-3603564774235494326</id><published>2012-01-23T15:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-23T15:36:30.440+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Of Romance (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Guilty Of Romance (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2e8lYWR0b8/Tx0wQZJCU0I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/meysXt5V6vw/s1600/Guilty-of-Romance-2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2e8lYWR0b8/Tx0wQZJCU0I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/meysXt5V6vw/s320/Guilty-of-Romance-2011.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Director: Shion Sono&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Country: Japan &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Runtime:144 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;On a rainy day, a woman's dead boy is found in an apartment. Female detective Kazuko (Miki Mizuno) is in charge of the case. Although Kazuko has a happy life with her family, she can't disconnect her relationship with her lover. While trying to unravel the mysterious murder case, Kazuko finds out the secret of university assistant professor Mitsuko (Makoto Togashi) and Izumi (Megumi Kagurazaka) who is a devoted housewife. Her husband is a popular novelist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="header" itemprop="name"&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-3603564774235494326?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/3603564774235494326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/guilty-of-romance-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3603564774235494326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3603564774235494326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/guilty-of-romance-2011.html' title='Guilty Of Romance (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2e8lYWR0b8/Tx0wQZJCU0I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/meysXt5V6vw/s72-c/Guilty-of-Romance-2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-6641353191561345277</id><published>2012-01-20T17:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-20T17:16:14.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy, Happy (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Happy, Happy (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBzPNAqv9UY/TxlTly00onI/AAAAAAAAA1M/WQf9VgoZALc/s1600/postermpm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBzPNAqv9UY/TxlTly00onI/AAAAAAAAA1M/WQf9VgoZALc/s320/postermpm.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anne Sewitsky&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Norway&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour, 28 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Family is the most important thing in the world to Kaja. She is an eternal optimist in spite of living with a man who would rather go hunting with the boys, and who refuses to have sex with her because she isn't particularly attractive anymore. Whatever. That's life. But when the perfect couple moves in next door, Kaja struggles to keep her emotions in check. Not only do these successful, beautiful, exciting people sing in a choir; they have also adopted a child - from Ethiopia. These new neighbors open a new world to Kaja, with consequences for everyone involved. And when Christmas comes around, it becomes evident that nothing will ever be like before - even if Kaja tries her very best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-6641353191561345277?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/6641353191561345277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-happy-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6641353191561345277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6641353191561345277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-happy-2010.html' title='Happy, Happy (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBzPNAqv9UY/TxlTly00onI/AAAAAAAAA1M/WQf9VgoZALc/s72-c/postermpm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-5393048819807611492</id><published>2012-01-20T09:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-20T09:31:30.027+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Anarchy in Zirmunai (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Anarchy in Zirmunai (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dg6KdPNwOAQ/Txjm2vgjP1I/AAAAAAAAA1E/uTsNZE7qeDI/s1600/ovzeR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dg6KdPNwOAQ/Txjm2vgjP1I/AAAAAAAAA1E/uTsNZE7qeDI/s320/ovzeR.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Saulius Drunga &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country:&lt;/b&gt; Lithuania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime:&lt;/b&gt; 1 hour 28 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A young provincial girl, Vile, moves to the city with great expectations about a higher education. She rents an apartment in which she notices a hand-made sticker with anarchy symbols on it, and she meets her landlord, Sandra, a boyish looking girl always wearing a t-shirt with anarchy symbols. The two girls get along so well that since her very first day in the city vile finds a perfect guide in the strong and optimistic Sandra. Under Sandras anarchist philosophy and way of life, vile gets rid of her provincial shyness and fears until she incidentally meets a member of the citys punk community who will change her mind and make her realize that Sandras anarchy has nothing to do with alternative underground culture or politics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-5393048819807611492?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/5393048819807611492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/anarchy-in-zirmunai-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/5393048819807611492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/5393048819807611492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/anarchy-in-zirmunai-2010.html' title='Anarchy in Zirmunai (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dg6KdPNwOAQ/Txjm2vgjP1I/AAAAAAAAA1E/uTsNZE7qeDI/s72-c/ovzeR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-8928122082838912014</id><published>2012-01-17T11:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:34:50.027+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Las Acacias (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Las Acacias (2011) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--TW4MY5yzuM/TxUOvl9vHTI/AAAAAAAAA08/WcipXYsJ1vg/s1600/timthumb.php.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--TW4MY5yzuM/TxUOvl9vHTI/AAAAAAAAA08/WcipXYsJ1vg/s1600/timthumb.php.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Director: Pablo Giorgelli&lt;br /&gt;Country: Argentina&lt;br /&gt;Runtime:82min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rubén is a lonely truck driver who has been covering for years the motorway from Asunción del Paraguay to Buenos Aires, carrying wood. However, today's journey will be different. This morning, in a motorway stop near Asunción, Jacinta shows up an hour later to begin a journey by track which is going to take her to Buenos Aires. Wath's more, Rubén finds out at that very moment that little Anahí, who's 8 months old, will travel with them- It is not the best beginning. As kilometres go by, th relationship between Rubén and Jacinta will grow. they will slowly meet and sip into each other's soul. None of them talks much about their lives. None asks much either. It's a few word journey but it is not a silent one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-8928122082838912014?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/8928122082838912014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/las-acacias-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/8928122082838912014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/8928122082838912014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/las-acacias-2011.html' title='Las Acacias (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--TW4MY5yzuM/TxUOvl9vHTI/AAAAAAAAA08/WcipXYsJ1vg/s72-c/timthumb.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-8461476754144882984</id><published>2012-01-14T16:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-14T16:52:59.155+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Adventurers (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Adventurers (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jpZCPDdi87A/TxFk6iSpzfI/AAAAAAAAA00/5DcDxm0xJ-g/s1600/kalandorok.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jpZCPDdi87A/TxFk6iSpzfI/AAAAAAAAA00/5DcDxm0xJ-g/s320/kalandorok.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Béla Paczolay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Hungary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour 49 minutes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalandorok is about 3 men, a Transylvanian ex-teacher grandpa, his loser musician son and his even more loser grandson. The grandpa asks for help as her wife has gone mad, so his son &amp;amp; grandson leave for Transylvania with all their unspoken difficulties and lies. Through the road movie you can catch a glimpse of Transylvania (which is beautiful), its people and see good actors in good roles in a well-constructed story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask an erudite film admirer about Hungarian cinema,a definite reply would surely concern its over the top,sad,grim films made during the harsh times of communism.This is not something which Hungarian people enjoyed as in the past even their comedy films had a trace of communism in them.Now the situation is different for Hungarian cinema as current times have changed enormously and Hungarian nation has chosen to embrace capitalism and free market economy.All these changes have had a very significant impact on Hungarian cinema and various positive results are being made evident in new films which are coming out of Hungary.It is in this sense that we can all hail Paczolay Bela's film "Kalandorok" as a true comedy film from East European nation of Hungary.This film is very much relevant to all of us in the current period of economic turmoil where each penny is spent wisely by people all over the world.Kalandorok shows the economic mess in which some ordinary Hungarians have put themselves.The film is a grim reminder of how this economic upheaval impacts their family ties. Kalandorok can also be defined in an alternative manner as a sensible road movie with comic undertones.It features some particularly nice musical tracks such as About A Girl Kurt Cobain and a Hungarian version of the famous French song "Le Vent Nous Portera" by Noir Désir.Kalandorok is a comic film different from traditional psychological films for which Hungary has always been famous.This must be kept in mind if somebody decides to rent or watch this film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-8461476754144882984?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/8461476754144882984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/adventurers-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/8461476754144882984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/8461476754144882984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/adventurers-2008.html' title='Adventurers (2008)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jpZCPDdi87A/TxFk6iSpzfI/AAAAAAAAA00/5DcDxm0xJ-g/s72-c/kalandorok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-5688535646853724676</id><published>2012-01-11T10:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-11T10:41:19.643+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love, Money, Love (2000)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Love, Money, Love (2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGL1Jq7h_E4/Tw0VJPN2b-I/AAAAAAAAA0s/iHRv7NJMb54/s1600/rSEkV.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGL1Jq7h_E4/Tw0VJPN2b-I/AAAAAAAAA0s/iHRv7NJMb54/s320/rSEkV.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Philip Gröning&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Germany&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;2 hours, 7 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;L'amour, l'argent, l'amour: a discourse, you should think, on the economy of love. Which it is and is not. It narrates and relates economy and love, but very soon moves outside any established economical orders. The story seems, at first sight, deeply rooted in cliché. We have a whore with the name, of all names, Marie and we have David. a young man with a right arm in plaster and no job. She asks him if he wants to sleep with her, but he has no money. From which results love, in a way. She takes him home, we see them awake naked, together, but he didn't sleep with her. I will leave, he says, but he does not say where. Will you come, he asks, and she wouldn't know why. But they go, they leave Berlin, in her car, they go somewhere, they drift along, you see streets and trees, faces and landscapes, cityscapes and lights in superimposition and it's in these superimpositions (with the additional layer of music by The Velvet Underground and Calexico and other kinds of beautiful melancholy) that you realize that cliché is only to what you can, if you wish, reduce what you see. But then you have to ignore that you see so much more than cliché, or less. ~ Ekkehard Knörer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-5688535646853724676?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/5688535646853724676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-money-love-2000.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/5688535646853724676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/5688535646853724676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-money-love-2000.html' title='Love, Money, Love (2000)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGL1Jq7h_E4/Tw0VJPN2b-I/AAAAAAAAA0s/iHRv7NJMb54/s72-c/rSEkV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-7625199324198680946</id><published>2012-01-08T16:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-08T16:00:36.835+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gummo (1997)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Gummo (1997)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jx0VhIpjufw/Twlv8FGRM9I/AAAAAAAAA0k/VZ74zTRto04/s1600/2036a92d3830a9f9b6e2973b22d6b63e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jx0VhIpjufw/Twlv8FGRM9I/AAAAAAAAA0k/VZ74zTRto04/s320/2036a92d3830a9f9b6e2973b22d6b63e.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director:&lt;/b&gt;  Harmony Korine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country:&lt;/b&gt; USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime:&lt;/b&gt; 89 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Constructing this film through random scenes, director Harmony Korine abruptly jettisoned any sort of narrative plot, so here we go: Solomon and Tummler are two bored teenage boys who live in Xenia, Ohio. A few years ago, a tornado swept through it, destroying more than half the town and killing the same amount, including Solomon's father. The film, from there, chronicles the anti-social adventures these two boys have. These include sniffing glue, killing cats, having sex, riding dirtbikes, listening to black metal, and meeting a cavalcade of quirky, bizarre, and scary people. These include a man who pimps his mentally ill wife to our anti-heroes, three sisters who play with their cat and practice becoming strippers, a black midget fending off the sexual advances of a troubled man (played by the director Harmony Korine), a 12-year-old gay transvestite who is also a cat killer, Solomon's mother who seems to be the only glimpse of sanity, two foul-mouthed six-year olds, and most importantly, a nymphlike skateboarder who walks around town wearing pink rabbit ears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-7625199324198680946?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/7625199324198680946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/gummo-1997.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7625199324198680946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7625199324198680946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/gummo-1997.html' title='Gummo (1997)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jx0VhIpjufw/Twlv8FGRM9I/AAAAAAAAA0k/VZ74zTRto04/s72-c/2036a92d3830a9f9b6e2973b22d6b63e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-1185792256534966304</id><published>2012-01-07T20:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:37:27.742+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time in Anatolia (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Once Upon a Time in Anatolia (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SUDVr405C0/TwhfYCu3C6I/AAAAAAAAA0c/Yo9Kf2JcTjM/s1600/222222222sk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SUDVr405C0/TwhfYCu3C6I/AAAAAAAAA0c/Yo9Kf2JcTjM/s320/222222222sk.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nuri Bilge Ceylan&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Turkey | Bosnia and Herzegovina&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;150 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A group of men including a police officer, a doctor, a district attorney, drivers, civil servants, grave diggers, gendarmerie forces and two homicide offender brothers drive through on rural Anatolian steppes in a single night at a town named Keskin in search of a body buried under an unknown location.The killer leads the police officer from one fountain to another because at the time of the crime he was intoxicated thus he can not recall specifically where he and his mentally challenged brother buried the body. Anatolian steppes' similarity and indistinguishable physical appearance does not help the killer nor the policeman in their quest because every fountain they arrive is pretty much same with the prior one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film received the Cannes Film Festival's second most prestigious award, the Grand Prix, in a shared win with the film The Kid with a Bike by the Dardenne brothers and has been selected as Turkey's official submission for the Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-1185792256534966304?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/1185792256534966304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/once-upon-time-in-anatolia-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1185792256534966304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1185792256534966304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/once-upon-time-in-anatolia-2011.html' title='Once Upon a Time in Anatolia (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SUDVr405C0/TwhfYCu3C6I/AAAAAAAAA0c/Yo9Kf2JcTjM/s72-c/222222222sk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-3450478186810522806</id><published>2012-01-04T14:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-04T15:46:51.657+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Eastern Drift (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Eastern Drift (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0urkhqDf-w/TwQmhKT-WdI/AAAAAAAAA0U/z0r_GcqAoko/s1600/001ef7a0_medium.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0urkhqDf-w/TwQmhKT-WdI/AAAAAAAAA0U/z0r_GcqAoko/s1600/001ef7a0_medium.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sharunas Bartas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Lithuania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour 47 minutes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gena is under no illusions about his situation. In the prologue of the film, he briefly sketches out his life in a monotone voiceover: growing up without parents, receiving an "education" from his criminal uncle, initial protection money rackets in the wake of privatizations in the crumbling Soviet Union, later international drug dealing. His enemies are numerous but not easy to recognize; "life is short, the greater part of it already over". Although there is only a small chance that Gena will be able to trade in his nomadic existence between Asia and Europe for a "normal life", he takes the plunge anyway. A frantic chase across Europe thus ensues. Heading west, presumably towards the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-3450478186810522806?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/3450478186810522806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/eastern-drift-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3450478186810522806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3450478186810522806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/eastern-drift-2010.html' title='Eastern Drift (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0urkhqDf-w/TwQmhKT-WdI/AAAAAAAAA0U/z0r_GcqAoko/s72-c/001ef7a0_medium.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-1423849292201584862</id><published>2012-01-02T20:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:19:27.962+05:30</updated><title type='text'>El Cairo, 678 (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;El Cairo, 678 (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ETu9yePm7sI/TwHDmrpl2hI/AAAAAAAAA0I/X-xkqYuEZYk/s1600/el_cairo_678_10825.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ETu9yePm7sI/TwHDmrpl2hI/AAAAAAAAA0I/X-xkqYuEZYk/s320/el_cairo_678_10825.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;DIRECTOR :Mohamed Diab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: Egipt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; 100 min.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Cairo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;678&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;shows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a disturbing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;verisimilitude to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;uncover&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the story of three&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;women from different&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;social&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;class&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;are united in their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;quest for justice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to the difficult&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;situation that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;causes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;daily&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;sexual harassment in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Egypt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps atn"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Fayza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;(played by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Bushra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;), a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;conservative mother&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;of two,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;struggling to find&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;justice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;while at the other&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;end of town&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;"Seba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;(played by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Nelli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Karim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, a wealthy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;jewelry designer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;victim of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a gang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;attack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;teaches&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;other women to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;defend themselves from these&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;acts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;For its part,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;"Nelly"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;(played by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Nahed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Seba'i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;amateur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;monologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, is suffering&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the condemnation of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the entire country by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;being the first&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Egyptian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to file a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;sexual&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;harassment suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;One of them&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;decides to take&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;matters into&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and emerges as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a hero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;ghostly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;bullies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;stabbed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in the groin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Later&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;will join&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the other two&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;women who&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;become their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;idol to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;realize that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;such violence&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;change things.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps atn"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Essam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;",&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;an apathetic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;investigator&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;will take&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the case of the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;stabbings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, which has caused&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a stir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in Cairo and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;trio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;will finally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;just.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Women&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;engage in a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;discussion of which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;there is a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;striking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;clash of views&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;on sexual harassment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, which reveals the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;underlying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;class&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;resentment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Nelly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;pressured by her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;family to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;withdraw the complaint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and is in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;dead end to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;having to choose between&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;her fiancé&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and justice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Meanwhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, the unexpected&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;birth of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;first child&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Essam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;causes a change in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;his attitude&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;toward women&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and toward&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Cairo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;678&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;The film&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;offers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a thorough analysis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;of cause&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and effect of this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;epidemic that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;shows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the fatal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;consequences of silence&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and acceptance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;of denial as a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;solution,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;while revealing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;an intriguing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;dark side of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Egypt that the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;has barely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-1423849292201584862?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/1423849292201584862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/el-cairo-678-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1423849292201584862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1423849292201584862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/el-cairo-678-2010.html' title='El Cairo, 678 (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ETu9yePm7sI/TwHDmrpl2hI/AAAAAAAAA0I/X-xkqYuEZYk/s72-c/el_cairo_678_10825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-5767103590779841168</id><published>2012-01-02T17:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-02T17:43:37.372+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Viudas (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Viudas (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N03tzpgZzxo/TwGfGsUHOAI/AAAAAAAAAz8/J7pUgltbiKk/s1600/mrO2C.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N03tzpgZzxo/TwGfGsUHOAI/AAAAAAAAAz8/J7pUgltbiKk/s320/mrO2C.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;Marcos Carnevale&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Argentina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;100 min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Widows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;will tell the story&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;that begins when&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a woman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;(Borges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;) receives&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a call that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;tells&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;about the terrible&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;accident suffered by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;her husband.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;In desperation,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the lady&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;comes to the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;scene and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;found&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;her husband&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in the arms of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;much younger woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;You will discover&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the double life of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;his partner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and enter into&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a relationship&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;with her lover&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;captive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in the context of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a black comedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-5767103590779841168?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/5767103590779841168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/viudas-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/5767103590779841168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/5767103590779841168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/viudas-2011.html' title='Viudas (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N03tzpgZzxo/TwGfGsUHOAI/AAAAAAAAAz8/J7pUgltbiKk/s72-c/mrO2C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-6302949735488694251</id><published>2012-01-01T15:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-01T15:39:33.287+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stuck on Christmas (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Stuck on Christmas (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-REec4sLBIkY/TwAwdz2x9_I/AAAAAAAAAzw/4zc1TcIXMFg/s1600/11789979e8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-REec4sLBIkY/TwAwdz2x9_I/AAAAAAAAAzw/4zc1TcIXMFg/s320/11789979e8.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Iulia Rugina &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Romania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;37 minutes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas Eve in a small mountain train station and no train is coming since all the tracks are blocked with snow. Four people are waiting for a train that doesn't show up. They don't know each other, how long it's going to take or if they will ever reach their destinations. But as the hours pass, Madalina, Cristi, Ozana, Alex share the absurd, the despair and the hope. Because they are accidentally stuck here. Because no one knows when it will end. And because it's Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-6302949735488694251?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/6302949735488694251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/stuck-on-christmas-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6302949735488694251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6302949735488694251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2012/01/stuck-on-christmas-2010.html' title='Stuck on Christmas (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-REec4sLBIkY/TwAwdz2x9_I/AAAAAAAAAzw/4zc1TcIXMFg/s72-c/11789979e8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-926119484256693214</id><published>2011-12-27T15:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-27T15:00:29.445+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Seawards Journey (2003)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Seawards Journey (2003) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RGTdeO5rxpw/TvmPf4arG_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/NwLzT--bFIQ/s1600/el_viaje_hacia_el_mar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RGTdeO5rxpw/TvmPf4arG_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/NwLzT--bFIQ/s320/el_viaje_hacia_el_mar.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Director: Guillermo Casanova&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;: Uruguay-Argentina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Runtime:73min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title="Es una mañana de domingo de 1963 en un bar de un pueblo de Minas."&gt;It's a Sunday morning 1963 in a bar in a town of Minas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Rataplán, el barrendero; Quintana, el sepulturero; Siete y Tres Diez, el vendedor de loterías y su perro Aquino, esperan a Rodríguez, que los va a llevar a ver el mar por primera vez."&gt;Rataplan, the sweeper, Quintana, the undertaker, Seven and Three Ten, the seller of lottery Aquino and her dog, waiting for Rodriguez, who's going to take you to see the sea for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="El Vasco, su capataz, los acompaña a regañadientes."&gt;The Basque, his foreman, reluctantly accompanies them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Recién llegado de la capital, un elegante Desconocido se suma a la comitiva a último momento."&gt;Fresh from the capital, an elegant Unknown joins the entourage at the last minute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="A lo largo del viaje, bajo el sol, en el camión desvencijado de Rodríguez, los seis personajes irán revelando su particular manera de vivir y de sentir, rodeados por los verdes paisajes de la sierra, hacia la costa y el mar desconocido..."&gt;Along the journey, the sun, in the ramshackle truck Rodriguez, the six characters will reveal his particular way of living and feeling surrounded by green landscapes of the mountains to the coast and the unknown sea ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="El viaje hacia el Mar está basada en el cuento del mismo nombre del autor minuano Juan José Morosoli, publicado por primera vez en el 1952."&gt;The trip to the Sea is based on the story of the same name of the author Juan José Morosoli Minuano, first published in 1952. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="El director uruguayo Guillermo Casanova (con la colaboración de Julio César Castro “Juceca” en los diálogos) realizó esta suerte de “road movie” criolla sobre seis personajes que parten de un pequeño pueblo del interior para conocer el mar."&gt;Uruguayan director Guillermo Casanova (with the collaboration of Julio Cesar Castro "Juceca" in the dialogues) made this kind of "road movie" Creole on six characters starting from a small town in the interior to meet the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Para la filmación, el equipo, integrado por unas 50 personas entre técnicos y actores, se trasladó a la ciudad de Minas, capital del Departamento de Lavalleja a 122 km de Montevideo por Ruta 8."&gt;For the filming, the team consisting of about 50 people, including technicians and actors, he moved to the city of Minas, the capital of the Department of Lavalleja to 122 km from Montevideo on Route 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="En las primeras cuatro semanas se rodaron las escenas que involucraban los paisajes de sierras de Lavalleja y locaciones en las ciudades de Minas y Aiguá departamento de Maldonado, a 153 km de Montevideo por ruta 13 con reconstrucción de época (la película está ambientada en 1963)"&gt;In the first four weeks were filmed scenes involving landscapes Lavalleja saws and locations in the cities of Mines and Aiguá Maldonado, 153 km from Montevideo with reconstruction of the Route 13 era (the film is set in 1963) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="."&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="En la última semana se filmaron en Atlántida a 45 km de Mdeo."&gt;In the last week were shot in Atlantis Mdeo 45 km. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="por Ruta Interbalnearia, Costa Azul y Parque del Plata , las escenas del balneario y la playa."&gt;Route Interbalnearia, Costa Azul and Parque del Plata, the scenes of the resort and the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="El viaje hacia el mar obtuvo uno de los premios FONA en el año 1999, además del apoyo del Programa Ibermedia en 2001."&gt;The journey to the sea was one of the awards in 1999 FONA also support Ibermedia Program in 2001. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Es el primer largo de ficción de Guillermo Casanova y el mismo ha ganado el premio máximo en el 29º Festival de Cine Iberoamericano de Huelva y un premio especial del Colegio Oficial de Arquitectos de Huelva."&gt;It is the first feature film by Guillermo Casanova, and it has won the top prize at the 29th Latin American Film Festival of Huelva and a special prize of the Official College of Architects of Huelva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-926119484256693214?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/926119484256693214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/seawards-journey-2003.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/926119484256693214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/926119484256693214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/seawards-journey-2003.html' title='Seawards Journey (2003)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RGTdeO5rxpw/TvmPf4arG_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/NwLzT--bFIQ/s72-c/el_viaje_hacia_el_mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-8240510636666684619</id><published>2011-12-25T19:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-25T19:55:22.702+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The First Grader (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The First Grader (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CegoilzdlDg/Tvcx4nrXC3I/AAAAAAAAAzY/0tdyxjn6-2k/s1600/The-First-Grader-Movie-Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CegoilzdlDg/Tvcx4nrXC3I/AAAAAAAAAzY/0tdyxjn6-2k/s320/The-First-Grader-Movie-Poster.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Director: Justin Chadwick&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Country:&amp;nbsp; Kenya &lt;br /&gt;Runtime: 103 min &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a small, remote, mountaintop primary school in the Kenyan bush, hundreds of children are jostling for a chance for the free education newly promised by the Kenyan government. One applicant causes astonishment when he knocks on the door of the school. He is Maruge (Oliver Litondo), an old Mau Mau veteran in his 80s, who is desperate to learn to read at this late stage of his life. He fought for the liberation of his country and now feels he must have the chance at the education so long denied—even if it means sitting in a classroom alongside six-year-old children.&lt;br /&gt;Moved by his passionate plea, head teacher Jane Obinchu (Naomie Harris) supports his struggle to gain admission, and together they face fierce opposition from parents and officials who don't want to waste a precious school place on such an old man.&lt;br /&gt;Full of vitality and humor, the film explores the remarkable relationships Maruge builds with classmates some 80 years his junior. Through Maruge's journey, we are taken back to the shocking untold story of British colonial rule 50 years earlier, when Maruge fought for the freedom of his country and eventually ended up in the extreme and harsh conditions of the British detention camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The First Grader&lt;/em&gt; is a heartwarming and inspiring true story of one man's fight for what he believes is his right in order to overcome the burdens of his past. It is a triumphant testimony to the transforming force of education.&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-8240510636666684619?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/8240510636666684619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-grader-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/8240510636666684619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/8240510636666684619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-grader-2010.html' title='The First Grader (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CegoilzdlDg/Tvcx4nrXC3I/AAAAAAAAAzY/0tdyxjn6-2k/s72-c/The-First-Grader-Movie-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-8498700826054828321</id><published>2011-12-25T12:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-25T12:57:25.487+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pumzi (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Pumzi (2009)&lt;br /&gt;Director:&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1393967/" itemprop="director"&gt;Wanuri Kahiu&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Country: South Africa | Kenya &lt;br /&gt;Runtime:21 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ojI3NM4gg6M/TvbJK_GMjNI/AAAAAAAAAzM/qTTtul3olFc/s1600/eappiaack.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ojI3NM4gg6M/TvbJK_GMjNI/AAAAAAAAAzM/qTTtul3olFc/s1600/eappiaack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;Pumzi&lt;/cite&gt;, Kenya’s first science fiction film, imagines a dystopian future 35 years after water wars have torn the world apart. East African survivors of the ecological devastation remain locked away in contained communities, but a young woman in possession of a germinating seed struggles against the governing council to bring the plant to Earth’s ruined surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="wp-caption alignright" id="attachment_27283" style="width: 360px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Filmmaker Wanuri Kahiu takes her sci-fi short &amp;lt;cite&amp;gt;Pumzi&amp;lt;/cite&amp;gt; to Sundance this year.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Photo: Chris King&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;" class="size-full wp-image-27283" height="525" src="http://www.wired.com/images_blogs/underwire/2010/01/wanuri_kahiu.jpg" title="wanuri_kahiu" width="350" /&gt;&lt;div class="wp-caption-text"&gt;Filmmaker Wanuri Kahiu takes her sci-fi short &lt;cite&gt;Pumzi&lt;/cite&gt; to Sundance this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo: Chris King&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The short film, which will &lt;del datetime="2010-01-22T20:57:20+00:00"&gt;compete in&lt;/del&gt; screen at this year’s Sundance Film Festival, “started off as a small script about what kind of world we would have to be if we had to buy fresh air,” &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wanuri_Kahiu"&gt;writer/director Wanuri Kahiu&lt;/a&gt; told Wired.com in a Skype interview.&lt;br /&gt;Like recent standouts &lt;cite&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/underwire/2009/08/review-gritty-lead-performance-drives-district-9s-alien-verite/"&gt;District 9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt; and &lt;cite&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/entertainment/hollywood/news/2008/01/sleep_dealer"&gt;Sleep Dealer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;, the short film taps into Third World realities and spins them forward for dramatic effect. But to produce &lt;cite&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pumzithefilm.com/"&gt;Pumzi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;, Kahiu looked to the past, as well as the future.&lt;br /&gt;She researched classic 1950s films to create her movie’s futuristic sets, comparing the processes of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matte_painting"&gt;matte painting&lt;/a&gt; and rear-screen projection with indigenous African artwork.&lt;br /&gt;“We already have a tradition of tapestries and functional art and things like that, that loan a backdrop for films,” Kahiu said.&lt;br /&gt;Made with grant money from Focus Features’ &lt;a href="http://www.filminfocus.com/africafirst/index.php"&gt;Africa First&lt;/a&gt; short film program, the Goethe Institut and the Changamoto arts fund, &lt;cite&gt;Pumzi&lt;/cite&gt; will share the screen with two other films as part of Sundance’s &lt;a href="http://sundance.bside.com/2010/films/newafricancinema_sundance2010"&gt;New African Cinema&lt;/a&gt; program.&lt;br /&gt;Mentors from Focus Features introduced Kahiu to South African producers, including Simon Hansen, who worked with Neill Blomkamp on &lt;cite&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/video/alive-in-joburg/33398511001"&gt;Alive in Joburg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;, the predecessor to last year’s sci-fi smash &lt;cite&gt;District 9&lt;/cite&gt;. Kahiu said she hopes Blomkamp’s blockbuster will attract attention to other African films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-27114"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenya, frequently used for location shooting, boasts experienced crews but little funding. “You just hustle,” Kahiu said. “There is no set funding option. You borrow against banks, you do anything that you can to make your film.”&lt;br /&gt;Distribution is another difficulty. While Kahiu hopes to offer &lt;cite&gt;Pumzi&lt;/cite&gt; online, the Kenyan infrastructure is too underdeveloped to effectively distribute the film in her country. Meanwhile, directors in the country have been watching the prolific film community in neighboring Nigeria for inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;a href="http://www.nollywood.com/"&gt;Nollywood&lt;/a&gt; has its own distribution network and Kenya is slowly copying and picking up that very grass-roots distribution route,” Kahiu said.&lt;br /&gt;Focus Features granted Kahiu complete control of her film. After producing commissions for African networks and retaining no rights, she helped create &lt;a href="http://www.dadaproductions.net/"&gt;Dada Productions&lt;/a&gt;. Her first feature-length movie, &lt;cite&gt;&lt;a href="http://fromawhisper.com/"&gt;From a Whisper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;, a dramatization built around the 1998 U.S. Embassy bombings in Nairobi and Dar Es Salaam, garnered five African Academy Movie Awards.&lt;br /&gt;Kahiu’s future plans include expanding &lt;cite&gt;Pumzi&lt;/cite&gt; to feature length as well as nurturing her local film community.&lt;br /&gt;“I would like to work and build an industry, so that everyone walks away well-paid, with great hours,” Kahiu said. “Just a humane society, of sorts.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ojI3NM4gg6M/TvbJK_GMjNI/AAAAAAAAAzM/qTTtul3olFc/s1600/eappiaack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1393967/" itemprop="director"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-8498700826054828321?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/8498700826054828321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/pumzi-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/8498700826054828321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/8498700826054828321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/pumzi-2009.html' title='Pumzi (2009)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ojI3NM4gg6M/TvbJK_GMjNI/AAAAAAAAAzM/qTTtul3olFc/s72-c/eappiaack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-9166108769409709519</id><published>2011-12-24T18:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-24T18:19:05.974+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blood in the Mobile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blood in the Mobile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Wljqz72jIM/TvXJllBnwBI/AAAAAAAAAzA/4TrzpBPiT5k/s1600/02+KRV+U+MOBILNOM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Wljqz72jIM/TvXJllBnwBI/AAAAAAAAAzA/4TrzpBPiT5k/s320/02+KRV+U+MOBILNOM.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Director: Frank Piasechi Poulsen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;country: &lt;/strong&gt;Denmark&lt;br /&gt;runtime: 82 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="normalText"&gt;A dramatic document about an impossible mission of the Danish documentary filmmaker, Frank Piasecki Poulsen, and his search for the carefully hidden dark secrets of the highly civilized Western society. A dynamic documentary style turns this film into a suspenseful thriller whose main character is the author himself.Extremely bravely, exposing himself to drastic risks and dangers, and with a surprising persistence, Frank Piasecki Poulsen follows the roads of the blood minerals that are the essential material for cell phone components. Unmasking hypocrisy of the leading European multinational companies, the author discovers a shocking mechanism of the contemporary society. Commercials, as representations of the ideal beauty, incessantly try to convince us that the modern hi-tech merchandise has been created in completely controlled processes that guarantee both environmental and our own safety. Aiming to awake our conscience and critical thinking, this film directly discovers that the situation is often drastically different. A magnificent example of complete devotion and commitment, this documentary takes us from one part of the world to another, from the most dangerous dark depths of Africa, to the highest pinnacles of the developed Europe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;div id="normalText"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;Selector's word:&lt;/b&gt; I think about it every time I take my cell phone. It is a terrible thought. Provoked by this film that is such an achievement by the director. Courageous it is from the side of the director, to be admired, it is far beyond normal investigative journalism, it is made with a heart and a true indignation. Sometimes interviews, sometimes visually and emotionally stunning sequences when he goes down into hell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="normalText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="normalText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Frank Piasecki Poulsen&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div id="normalText"&gt;Graduated at The National Film School of Denmark in 2001. Before entering the Film School he worked at a local TV network in Copenhagen. After graduation, he have been working as director, photographer and scriptwriter, primarily for DR TV. The themes of his work include youth, politics and third world issues. Therefore he has travelled all around the world – especially to Africa. Works on establishing a departmant for international documentary production in the production company  “Koncern Film og TV A/S”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;h2&gt;SELECTED FILMOGRAPHY&lt;/h2&gt;DISOBEDIENCE.DK (Ulydighed.dk), 2002&lt;br /&gt;EUROPE AT STAKE, 2003&lt;br /&gt;GUERILLA GIRL, 2005&lt;br /&gt;SEDUCER'S FALL (Forforerens Fald), 2008&lt;br /&gt;BLOOD IN THE MOBILE (Blod i Mobilen), 2010&lt;div id="normalText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-9166108769409709519?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/9166108769409709519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/blood-in-mobile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/9166108769409709519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/9166108769409709519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/blood-in-mobile.html' title='Blood in the Mobile'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Wljqz72jIM/TvXJllBnwBI/AAAAAAAAAzA/4TrzpBPiT5k/s72-c/02+KRV+U+MOBILNOM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-8775199179200107389</id><published>2011-12-24T13:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-24T13:30:37.198+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Late Bloomers (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="cat"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Late Bloomers (2011)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7LAG9d1w3XE/TvWEpqqXoXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/7-y_483S1Ks/s1600/440333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7LAG9d1w3XE/TvWEpqqXoXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/7-y_483S1Ks/s1600/440333.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="cat"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Director: Julie Gavras&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cat"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Country: France | Belgium&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cat"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;88 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is the story of Adam and Mary, a man and a woman who are deeply in love whilst everything conspires to drive them apart. In spite of their feelings for one another, they are compelled to separate so that they can later come back together and form a harmonious couple. Contrary to what you might think, Adam and Mary are not your usual twenty or thirty somethings. They are pushing sixty and yet still have something to learn about life and love... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-8775199179200107389?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/8775199179200107389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/late-bloomers-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/8775199179200107389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/8775199179200107389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/late-bloomers-2011.html' title='Late Bloomers (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7LAG9d1w3XE/TvWEpqqXoXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/7-y_483S1Ks/s72-c/440333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-8677746435361368854</id><published>2011-12-23T11:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-23T11:41:42.537+05:30</updated><title type='text'>He Who Must Die (1957)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;He Who Must Die (1957)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AiWUKBcJS14/TvQbDLdK7dI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Uh3HtOutv1A/s1600/he-who-must-die-movie-poster-1966-1020228171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AiWUKBcJS14/TvQbDLdK7dI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Uh3HtOutv1A/s320/he-who-must-die-movie-poster-1966-1020228171.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="ft2a"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dir:&lt;/b&gt; Jules Dassin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country:&lt;/b&gt; France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime:&lt;/b&gt; 122 min&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="reviewheadingCF"&gt;Synopsis&lt;/div&gt;In the 1920s, with Greece is under Turkish occupation, the inhabitants of a small townare making preparations for the annual Passion play.&amp;nbsp; Manolios, a shepherd with acrippling stammer is cast as Jesus, whilst a prostitute is given the role of Mary Magdalene.&amp;nbsp;The town is visited by a convoy of refugees from a neighbouring village which was sackedby the Turks.&amp;nbsp; Fearing that any show of kindness towards these refugees will upsetthe delicate peace with the Turks, the town’s patriarch has them driven away.&amp;nbsp; Theidealistic Manolios manages to convince some of the townspeople to have pity on the refugees,and one man, Michelis, allows them to stay on land inherited from his father.&amp;nbsp; Furious,the patriarch persuades his Turkish masters to deal with Manolios and his misguided followers…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celui qui doit mourir&lt;/span&gt; was the second film thatdirector Jules Dassin made in France – after the influential noir masterpiece &lt;a class="maintextCF" href="http://filmsdefrance.com/FDF_Rififi_chez_les_hommes_rev.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Du rififi chez les homes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (1955).&amp;nbsp; Atthe time, Dassin was effectively forced into exile in Europe to escape anti-Communistpersecution that was rampant across the United States in the 1950s.&amp;nbsp; Despite beingone of his lesser known films, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celui qui doit mourir&lt;/span&gt; stands as one of Dassin’s most ambitious and humanist works – a powerful, intenselyironic retelling of the Gospel in 1920s Greece, based on novel “Christ Recrucified” byNikos Kazantzakis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The film features some notable actors of the period, including Jean Servais, MauriceRonet and Gert Fröbe, as well as Dassin’s wife-to-be, Melina Mercouri.&amp;nbsp; However,it is Pierre Vaneck who is most memorable, as the sympathetic hero destined for the (metaphorical)crucifix.&amp;nbsp; Dassin combines his own natural film noir style with some shades of neo-realism,making this a pretty hard-edged, unsentimental morality drama (with a few suggestionsof black comedy along the way).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The moral of the film is that human beingsnever learn and are destined to repeat the errors of the past, but there is also morethan a hint of anti-Church mockery.&amp;nbsp; The film’s central irony – which Dassin drawsout so well – is that it is those who are most familiar with the teachings of Christ whoend up rejecting and then executing a second Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-8677746435361368854?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/8677746435361368854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/he-who-must-die-1957.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/8677746435361368854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/8677746435361368854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/he-who-must-die-1957.html' title='He Who Must Die (1957)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AiWUKBcJS14/TvQbDLdK7dI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Uh3HtOutv1A/s72-c/he-who-must-die-movie-poster-1966-1020228171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-2525418389370697360</id><published>2011-12-19T18:07:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-19T18:07:57.131+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Monk (2011) Le moine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The Monk (2011) Le moine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s0LyuN9ATHQ/Tu8vzouQVXI/AAAAAAAAAxY/YWeu8G5ri4U/s1600/lemoinepos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s0LyuN9ATHQ/Tu8vzouQVXI/AAAAAAAAAxY/YWeu8G5ri4U/s320/lemoinepos.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dominik Moll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Spain | France &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour, 36 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A well respected monk, Capucino Ambrosio compromises himself with his carnal lust for a pupil, a woman disguised as a monk, she tempts the monk to transgress and he is soon found desiring another, the innocent Antonia. Matilda uses magic spells to help the monk in his pursuit of Antonia, whom he later rapes and kills. It later emerges that Matilda is an instrument of Satan in female form. Focus also is also shone on Antonia's previous relationship with Lorenzo, whose sister is tortured by hyprocritical nuns for her own relationship. Returning to Ambrosio, he is delivered to the Inquisition; escaping only by selling his soul to the devil. The devil prevents Ambrosio's final repentance, and informs Ambrosio that Antonia is the monk's sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-2525418389370697360?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/2525418389370697360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/monk-2011-le-moine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/2525418389370697360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/2525418389370697360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/monk-2011-le-moine.html' title='The Monk (2011) Le moine'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s0LyuN9ATHQ/Tu8vzouQVXI/AAAAAAAAAxY/YWeu8G5ri4U/s72-c/lemoinepos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-6741425100252737421</id><published>2011-12-19T13:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-19T13:44:00.172+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Black Butterflies (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Black Butterflies (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YELyVB7SpiE/Tu7xAj7QWnI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/8krflnlgOPU/s1600/blackbutte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YELyVB7SpiE/Tu7xAj7QWnI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/8krflnlgOPU/s320/blackbutte.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Paula van der Oest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Germany | Netherlands | South Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour, 35 minutes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingrid Jonker lived an impossible contradiction, writing heart-rending poetry about being a woman of privilege living under apartheid rule, all the while dealing with pressure from the head of the censorship board, a man who also happened to be her father. “Black Butterflies” is the story of how Jonker, a woman with unending sexual cravings and a noted mental imbalance, managed to cope with this dichotomy. In the opening, the least poetic of a number of unconvincing metaphors writ large, Jonker is saved from drowning by handsome publisher Jack Cope, an older gentleman who immediately falls for the leggy writer. What he doesn’t know is that her self-abuse, due to living under the rule of her oppressive, emotionally-abusive father, has fractured her personality. She is not the creator she becomes when she puts pen to paper, but rather a little girl seeking stimulation (which she chases in a number of unavailable men) and hoping for the approval of her father (an impossibility).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-6741425100252737421?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/6741425100252737421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/black-butterflies-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6741425100252737421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6741425100252737421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/black-butterflies-2011.html' title='Black Butterflies (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YELyVB7SpiE/Tu7xAj7QWnI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/8krflnlgOPU/s72-c/blackbutte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-3343814398707123590</id><published>2011-12-18T11:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-18T11:30:50.897+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life, Above All (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Life, Above All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u_1D8Q2teLE/Tu2BFgTtskI/AAAAAAAAAxE/20D91KTghu8/s1600/lifeabovea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u_1D8Q2teLE/Tu2BFgTtskI/AAAAAAAAAxE/20D91KTghu8/s400/lifeabovea.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Director: Oliver Schmitz &lt;br /&gt;Country: South Africa&lt;br /&gt;Runtime: 100 min &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life, Above All" is a emotional and universal drama about a young girl (stunningly performed by first-time-actress Khomotso Manyaka) who fights the fear and shame that have poisoned her community. The film captures the enduring strength of loyalty and a courage powered by the heart. Directed by South African filmmaker Oliver Schmitz ("Mapantsula", "Paris, je t'aime"), it is based on the international award winning novel "Chanda's Secrets" by Allan Stratton.&lt;em class="nobr"&gt;Written by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/search/title?plot_author=Bavaria%20International&amp;amp;view=simple&amp;amp;sort=alpha"&gt;Bavaria International&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-3343814398707123590?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/3343814398707123590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-above-all-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3343814398707123590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3343814398707123590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-above-all-2010.html' title='Life, Above All (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u_1D8Q2teLE/Tu2BFgTtskI/AAAAAAAAAxE/20D91KTghu8/s72-c/lifeabovea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-616305530141145895</id><published>2011-12-09T18:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-09T19:09:16.403+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Was Not Born (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The Day I Was Not Born (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GF34ZTJ7tsg/TuILmAJZaEI/AAAAAAAAAw8/m-JoVUdxw6g/s1600/Das-Lied-in-Mir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GF34ZTJ7tsg/TuILmAJZaEI/AAAAAAAAAw8/m-JoVUdxw6g/s320/Das-Lied-in-Mir.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2137182/" itemprop="director"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Director:&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2137182/" itemprop="director"&gt;Florian Micoud Cossen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country: Germany | Argentina&lt;br /&gt;Runtime: &lt;time datetime="PT94M" itemprop="duration"&gt;94 min&lt;/time&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;time datetime="PT94M" itemprop="duration"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/time&gt;During a stopover in Buenos Aires on her way to Chile, 31-year-old Maria recognizes a nursery rhyme. Maria doesn't speak a work of Spanish, but without understanding what she is singing, she remembers the Spanish lyrics. Disturbed and thrown off course, she decides to interrupt her journey and wander through the unfamiliar city. On the phone to Germany, she tells her father, Anton, about her experience and the peculiar fascination the unfamiliar city has had for her. Two days later, Anton suddenly turns up at Maria's hotel with something to confess: Maria spent the first three years of her life in Buenos Aires during the military dictatorship at the end of the 1970s. The people she had always thought were her parents had adopted her and brought her to Germany. Father and daughter begin a journey in search of Maria's biological parents. Anton does everything he can not to lose his daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-616305530141145895?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/616305530141145895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-i-was-not-born-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/616305530141145895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/616305530141145895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-i-was-not-born-2010.html' title='The Day I Was Not Born (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GF34ZTJ7tsg/TuILmAJZaEI/AAAAAAAAAw8/m-JoVUdxw6g/s72-c/Das-Lied-in-Mir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-3987833619059261503</id><published>2011-12-07T21:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-07T21:44:55.121+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Skin I Live In (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The Skin I Live In (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-37zczIY3A2w/Tt-QuiMerNI/AAAAAAAAAw0/hYUGqx_VQBY/s1600/lapielrur.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-37zczIY3A2w/Tt-QuiMerNI/AAAAAAAAAw0/hYUGqx_VQBY/s320/lapielrur.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pedro Almodóvar&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Spain&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour, 55 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pedro Almodóvar's macabre suspense thriller is about an obsession that, though not exactly magnificent, has a fanatical intensity. Antonio Banderas plays a Madrid plastic surgeon, wealthy, cultured and respected; he gives brilliant lectures and research papers on advances in face-transplant surgery. Daringly, heretically, he advocates transgenic treatments from animals to toughen the skin. In his palatial home, he has a private operating theatre where he carries out experimental work on Vera, a beautiful woman he keeps prisoner, who is dressed only in a clinging gauzy, flesh-toned material and whose skin has an unnaturally smooth, flawless look. She appears to submit ecstatically to her imprisonment, but this is finally to be the cause of madness and violence. ~ Guardian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in many of his films, family secrets are revealed through lengthy flashbacks – something forbidden to contemporary Hollywood screenwriters. There is the doppelganger motif, and the younger guy who likes partying and drugs; there are staircase scenes and scenes in which a middle-aged man watches the object of his desire, enraptured, on a large screen. And perhaps most startling, and most characteristic of all, there is Almodóvar's great theme of transsexual identity, which speaks of passion, fantasy and escape. The director himself, in various masks and guises, is present in all of this. ~ Guardian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-3987833619059261503?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/3987833619059261503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/skin-i-live-in-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3987833619059261503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3987833619059261503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/skin-i-live-in-2011.html' title='The Skin I Live In (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-37zczIY3A2w/Tt-QuiMerNI/AAAAAAAAAw0/hYUGqx_VQBY/s72-c/lapielrur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-1242988432336409024</id><published>2011-12-07T16:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-07T16:48:23.546+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Viva Riva! (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Viva Riva! (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k-tIzkPzIRY/Tt9K-5WHCMI/AAAAAAAAAws/pW53eepFZjI/s1600/001e4d28_medium.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k-tIzkPzIRY/Tt9K-5WHCMI/AAAAAAAAAws/pW53eepFZjI/s1600/001e4d28_medium.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Director: Djo Munga&lt;br /&gt;Country:&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/country/cd"&gt;Democratic Republic of the Congo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runtime: 98 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Riva is an operator, a man with charm and ambition in equal measure. Kinshasa is an inviting place. With petrol in short supply in DRC's capital, he and his sidekick pursue a plot to get hold of a secret cache - barrels of fuel they can sell for a huge profit. Of course they're not the only ones who want the stuff. Cesar is a ruthless, sharply dressed foreigner thriving in Kinshasa's lawless streets. A female military officer joins the fray. Even the church will betray its tenets for a piece of the action. But Riva's main nemesis is Azor, a crime boss in the classic style: big, decadent and brutal. He's not a man to mess with, but his girlfriend, Nora, may just be the most seductive woman in all of DRC. Riva catches sight of her dancing at a nightclub and it's not long before Nora matches the fuel cache as a coveted object of his lust. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1723120/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-1242988432336409024?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/1242988432336409024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/viva-riva-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1242988432336409024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1242988432336409024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/viva-riva-2010.html' title='Viva Riva! (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k-tIzkPzIRY/Tt9K-5WHCMI/AAAAAAAAAws/pW53eepFZjI/s72-c/001e4d28_medium.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-6332021831663272926</id><published>2011-12-07T14:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:41:23.150+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Violeta (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Violeta (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rlf5HcZ3tSA/Tt8s1OE10qI/AAAAAAAAAwk/LsVaVBCfOg8/s1600/violeta-se-fue-a-los-cielos_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rlf5HcZ3tSA/Tt8s1OE10qI/AAAAAAAAAwk/LsVaVBCfOg8/s320/violeta-se-fue-a-los-cielos_0.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;Andrés Wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country: Chile&lt;br /&gt;Runtime:110 min &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the tent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in Regina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, Violeta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Parra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;is visited&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;by dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, experiences&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and dreams.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;It is alive,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;but perhaps&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;she is dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, that opens up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a great expectation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;we will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;gradually&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Informing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;their secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, frustrations&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and joys.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Not only is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;various works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, but,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;their lovers, their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;memories,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;their hopes, their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;achievements&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;are suspended&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;passionate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;journey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;through the life of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Violeta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Parra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, with the characters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;that made her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;mourn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, laugh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-6332021831663272926?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/6332021831663272926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/violeta-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6332021831663272926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6332021831663272926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/violeta-2011.html' title='Violeta (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rlf5HcZ3tSA/Tt8s1OE10qI/AAAAAAAAAwk/LsVaVBCfOg8/s72-c/violeta-se-fue-a-los-cielos_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-2212646909011470046</id><published>2011-12-07T11:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-07T11:28:52.108+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Salt of Life (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The Salt of Life (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-Fzl5odJ3w/Tt8AKwZ9TMI/AAAAAAAAAwc/nrOh3v66X0M/s1600/MV5BMTk4MTQwMzA1Nl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTk0MTgwNw%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR4%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-Fzl5odJ3w/Tt8AKwZ9TMI/AAAAAAAAAwc/nrOh3v66X0M/s1600/MV5BMTk4MTQwMzA1Nl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTk0MTgwNw%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR4%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Director: Gianni Di Gregorio&lt;br /&gt;Country:Italy&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Runtime:90 min &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gianni is sixty. He is retired but has not become lazy for all that. In fact he is a helpful fellow who gives a hand to all those who need one: shopping for his wife, walking the pretty neighbor's dog, and so on. Everybody likes Gianni, but is it for the right reasons? Doesn't his wife profit by the situation (she still works so it is only logical that Gianni do all the chores)? Isn't he subject to the excruciating whims of his rich mother?... Sure, everybody LIKES Gianni, but who LOVES him? Agreed, being kind to them, he is the ladies pet, but he does not attract them anymore. That is why, when his macho lawyer friend Alfonso blames him for not having young mistresses "like every other senior Italian male", Gianni, who is beginning to ask himself questions about what it is like to become old, starts chasing dames...&lt;em class="nobr"&gt;Written by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/search/title?plot_author=Guy%20Bellinger&amp;amp;view=simple&amp;amp;sort=alpha"&gt;Guy Bellinger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-2212646909011470046?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/2212646909011470046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/salt-of-life-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/2212646909011470046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/2212646909011470046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/salt-of-life-2011.html' title='The Salt of Life (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-Fzl5odJ3w/Tt8AKwZ9TMI/AAAAAAAAAwc/nrOh3v66X0M/s72-c/MV5BMTk4MTQwMzA1Nl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTk0MTgwNw%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR4%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-1989511377089329423</id><published>2011-12-01T17:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-01T17:30:02.849+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Joanna (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Joanna (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5EKcgIXc7A/TtdrolqIZGI/AAAAAAAAAwU/l2xQOZTdTag/s1600/3d4878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5EKcgIXc7A/TtdrolqIZGI/AAAAAAAAAwU/l2xQOZTdTag/s400/3d4878.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Feliks Falk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Poland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour, 48 minutes &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Feliks Falk’s latest movie “Joanna” is a story set in the time of World War II. The main heroine’s husband had been sent to an Oflag. One day Joanna encounters a little Jewish girl in a church. Despite the risk, she decides to take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joanna" is an example of a true story as it reflects the behavior of thousands of the Righteous Among the Nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliks movie has enchanted the audience of 35. Polish Film Festival in Gdynia. Tadeusz Sobolewski, a film critic, gave the movie a very positive review. That is what he wrote for Gazeta Wyborcza:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falks “Joanna” distinguishes itself with a classic structure of the plot, the main idea of which is a trap set for the main character by the fate. This movie, which takes place in Cracow, brings an uncommon element into the Polish cinema — it shows a “make-believe” life during the occupation, a life which is outwardly normal. All the positions in the General Government are filled with Poles. The main character Joanna (Urszula Grabowska), waiting in vain for a letter from her husband who is in an Oflag, gives a shelter to a little Jewish girl whose mother was caught during a round-up. Thus she becomes burdened with a secret she cannot reveal to anyone, even to her relatives. Forced by necessity, she has to cooperate with her enemies, becoming a traitor in the eyes of “her people” — just like the heroine of Has’s memorable movie “How to Be Loved”. The final, symbolic image is suggestive — in a tearful and religious manner — of the fact that sheltering little Róża was Joanna’s personal torture referring to Golgotha. However, the deeper meaning of that story is perverse and bitter: hiding the child was even more dangerous because of Joanna’s “own people”, mutually controlling the patriotic decency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-1989511377089329423?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/1989511377089329423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/joanna-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1989511377089329423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1989511377089329423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/12/joanna-2010.html' title='Joanna (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5EKcgIXc7A/TtdrolqIZGI/AAAAAAAAAwU/l2xQOZTdTag/s72-c/3d4878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-8081927975498931340</id><published>2011-11-27T12:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-27T12:27:34.183+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Mill and the Cross (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The Mill and the Cross (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fKtW0beHqUk/TtHZPE0hz4I/AAAAAAAAAv8/aLmNPbr-ieY/s1600/themilland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fKtW0beHqUk/TtHZPE0hz4I/AAAAAAAAAv8/aLmNPbr-ieY/s400/themilland.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lech Majewski&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Sweden | Poland&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour, 31 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title="&amp;quot;Młyn i krzyż&amp;quot;, czyli rewolucja w kinie!"&gt;"Mill and the Cross" that is, a revolution in the cinema!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="W kinach długo oczekiwany film Lecha Majewskiego, który jest filmową &amp;quot;adaptacją&amp;quot; XVI-wiecznego obrazu Petera Bruegla &amp;quot;Droga na Kalwarię&amp;quot;."&gt;The long-awaited movie theaters Lech Majewski, who is the film "adaptation" sixteenth-century painting by Peter Bruegel "The Road to Calvary".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Młyn i krzyż&amp;quot; to wyjątkowa propozycja dla miłośników kina. Najprawdopodobniej niczego podobnego w najbliższym czasie nie ujrzymy - zapowiedziała, grająca w filmie Charlotte Rampling."&gt;Mill and the Cross "is a unique option for cinema lovers. Probably nothing like it in the near future will not see - said it plays in the film Charlotte Rampling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="&amp;quot;Młyn i krzyż&amp;quot; Lecha Majewskiego to film, którego akcja dzieje się w 1564 r., kiedy to Bruegel namalował swoje dzieło."&gt;"Mill and the Cross" by Lech Majewski is a film which is set in 1564, when Bruegel painted his masterpiece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Malarz przedstawia w nim ostatnią drogę Chrystusa, ale umieszcza ją nie w Jerozolimie, ale we współczesnej mu Flandrii (to historyczna kraina w obecnych granicach Holandii, Belgii i Francji)."&gt;The painter shows in the last journey of Christ, but places it is not in Jerusalem, but in modern Flanders him (this is a historical region in present borders of the Netherlands, Belgium and France). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Tym samym wątek cierpienia Chrystusa artysta splótł z martyrologią swoich rodaków prześladowanych z powodów politycznych i religijnych przez rządzącą tam wtedy hiszpańską inkwizycję."&gt;Therefore, the topic of Christ's suffering artist wove the martyrdom of his countrymen persecuted for political reasons by the ruling religious and then the Spanish Inquisition there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="W ten sposób film Majewskiego jest kontynuacją idei Bruegla, który w XVI w. - za pomocą swojej twórczości - apelował o szacunek dla drugiego człowieka i tolerancję wobec odmiennych poglądów."&gt;In this way, Majewski's film is a continuation of the idea of ​​Bruegel, who in the sixteenth century - with his work - appealed for respect for others and tolerance for different views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="W filmie przedstawione są losy kilkunastu postaci z obrazu m.in."&gt;The film shown is the fate of several characters from the image including &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="młynarza, roznosiciela chleba, matki z grupką małych dzieci, a także młodego mężczyzny, którego skazano na okrutną śmierć przywiązując go do koła na wysokim palu, by zadziobały go kruki."&gt;miller, bread carrier, a group of mothers with small children, as well as a young man who was sentenced to a cruel death by attaching it to the wheel on a pole to him zadziobały ravens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="W jednej ze scen widzimy także okrucieństwo hiszpańskich żołdaków zakopujących żywcem młodą kobietę."&gt;In one scene we see the cruelty of the Spanish soldiers zakopujących young woman alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="XVI-wieczni bohaterowie &amp;quot;Drogi na Kalwarię&amp;quot; ożywają na oczach widzów, a kamera odkrywa przed nimi pojedyncze fragmenty obrazu, by w finale ukazało się całe dzieło Bruegla wiszące na jednej ze ścian Kunsthistorisches Museum w Wiedniu."&gt;Sixteenth-century heroes' Way to Calvary "come alive in front of spectators, and the camera reveals their individual parts of the picture that appeared in the final of the whole work of Bruegel hanging on one wall of the Kunsthistorisches Museum in Vienna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title="XVI-wieczni bohaterowie &amp;quot;Drogi na Kalwarię&amp;quot; ożywają na oczach widzów, a kamera odkrywa przed nimi pojedyncze fragmenty obrazu, by w finale ukazało się całe dzieło Bruegla wiszące na jednej ze ścian Kunsthistorisches Museum w Wiedniu."&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title="- To wyjątkowo udany eksperyment artystyczny, który można porównać do ponownego wymyślania koła - ocenił z uśmiechem grający w filmie Rutger Hauer (pamiętany z roli w filmie &amp;quot;Łowca androidów&amp;quot; w reż. Ridleya Scotta)."&gt;- This is an extremely successful experiment in art, which can be compared to re-invent the wheel - said with a smile playing in the movie Rutger Hauer (best remembered for her role in the movie "Blade Runner" dir. Ridley Scott). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="- W filmie chodziło przecież o to, by sztukę sprzed ponad czterystu lat połączyć z współczesną sztuką filmową - podkreślił aktor, który jako Bruegel w jednej z najważniejszych scen filmu omawia tajemnice swojego malarstwa i udowadnia towarzyszącemu mu kolekcjonerowi sztuki (w tej roli Michael York),"&gt;- In the movie it was, after all here is to play more than four hundred years before to connect with contemporary art film - said the actor, who as Bruegel in one of the most important scenes in the film discusses the secrets of his paintings and demonstrates his accompanying art collector (played by Michael York), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="że artysta jest w stanie - za pomocą obrazu - zatrzymać czas i świat."&gt;that the artist is able - through pictures - stop time and the world.&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title="Amerykańsko-francuski krytyk sztuki Michael Francis Gibson, którego esej właśnie pod tytułem &amp;quot;Młyn i krzyż&amp;quot; zainspirował polskiego reżysera i stał się podstawą scenariusza do filmu wyjaśnia, że pomysł Majewskiego, by przedstawić obraz Bruegla za pomocą filmu fabularnego, a nie dokumentalnego, jak chciał"&gt;American-French art critic Michael Francis Gibson, whose essay is titled "Mill and the Cross" was inspired by Polish film director and became the basis for the screenplay for the film explains that the idea Majewski to present the image of Bruegel as a feature film, not a documentary, as he wanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="na początku, był dla niego niespodzianką."&gt;at the beginning, was a surprise for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="- Wydawało mi się wtedy, że trudne nie jest przedstawienie materii obrazu, ale przede wszystkim idei zawartej w dziele Bruegla - zaznaczył."&gt;- It seemed to me then that it is not difficult to present an image of matter, but most of all the ideas contained in the work of Bruegel - he noted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title="Detektywistyczne oko Lecha Majewskiego"&gt;Detective eye Lech Majewski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Reżyser, scenarzysta i producent filmowy, poeta, prozaik i malarz, a także reżyser teatralny i operowy."&gt;Director, screenwriter and film producer, poet, novelist and painter, as well as theater and opera director. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Lech Majewski zdradza największe tajniki swojej artystycznej działalności."&gt;Lech Majewski betrays the greatest secrets of his artistic activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Gość Anny Fuksiewicz w kolejnym wydaniu &amp;quot;Sezonu na Dwójkę&amp;quot; opowiedział m.in."&gt;Guest Anne Fuksiewicz in the next release, "Season of Twos" told such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="o swojej twórczości, sposobach odczytywania znaczeń w obrazach dawnych malarzy, a także o swoich inspiracjach sztuką."&gt;about his work, how to read meanings in the paintings of the old painters, and also about his inspirations art. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Nie zabrakło też wspomnień związanych z pracą w Stanach Zjednoczonych."&gt;There were also memories of working in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Niezwykle rzadko zdarza się by działalność artystyczna twórcy sprowadzała się do tak wielu dziedzin życia, jak ma to miejsce w przypadku Lecha Majewskiego."&gt;Extremely rare for artists to artistic activity was confined to so many areas of life, as is the case with Lech Majewski. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Na pytanie Anny Fuksiewicz o to, która z dziedzin artystycznej działalności jest mu najbliższa, Lech Majewski jednoznacznie wskazał na malarstwo i poezję."&gt;The question here is Anna Fuksiewicz which of the areas of artistic activity is the closest to him, Lech Majewski clearly pointed to the painting and poetry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="– Najpierw widzę rzeczy, potem je zapisuję."&gt;- First, I see things, then write them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Poezja z kolei prowadzi do odrzucenia przeze mnie logiki przyczynowo – skutkowej."&gt;Poetry, in turn, leads to the rejection of the logic of my cause - effect relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Często nadawanie logicznego sensu światu kończy się tragicznie."&gt;Often broadcast logical sense to the world ends in tragedy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="XX wiek charakteryzował się właśnie budowaniem utopijnych szczęśliwości ludzkich - wyjaśnia gość &amp;quot;Sezonu na Dwójkę&amp;quot;."&gt;The twentieth century was characterized by just building a utopian bliss of human - guy says "Season of Twos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Lecha Majewskiego inspirują głównie &amp;quot;starzy mistrzowie&amp;quot;."&gt;Mainly inspired by Lech Majewski "old masters". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Artysta wyjaśnia, że wykazywali się ogromnym kunsztem."&gt;He explains that showed a great skill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="- Odczytywanie dawnych symboli i znaczeń w sztuce jest nieco detektywistyczną, ale równocześnie fascynującą pracą - wyjaśnia Lech Majewski."&gt;- Reading the ancient symbols and meanings in art is a bit detective, but also a fascinating work - Lech Majewski says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Niebawem na ekranach polskich kin pojawi się ostatni film Lecha Majewskiego zatytułowany &amp;quot;Młyn i krzyż&amp;quot;."&gt;Soon the Polish cinema screens will be the last film by Lech Majewski, entitled "The Mill and the Cross". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Film powstał na podstawie książki wydanej pod tym samym tytułem, której autorem jest Michael Gibson."&gt;The film is based on the book published under the same title, written by Michael Gibson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Obraz, osadzony w roku 1564 - tym samym, w którym Bruegel namalował swoje arcydzieło - splata Pasję Chrystusa z cierpieniem Flandrii uciskanej politycznie i religijnie przez Hiszpanów."&gt;Picture, set in 1564 - the same, in which Bruegel painted his masterpiece - intertwines with the suffering of Christ's Passion Flanders politically and religiously oppressed by the Spaniards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Lecha Majewski wspomina pracę nad filmem jako niezwykle trudną."&gt;Lech Majewski says work on the film as extremely difficult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="- Dwa lata temu skończyliśmy zdjęcia, a ciągle trwa postprodukcja."&gt;- Two years ago we finished a picture, and still continues postproduction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Jest to spowodowane żmudną, benedyktyńską pracą, która towarzyszy przygotowaniu każdego kadru."&gt;This is due to tedious, painstaking work that accompanies the preparation of each frame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Są zbudowane tak jak obrazy Bruegela - wyjaśnia Lech Majewski."&gt;They are built as Bruegel paintings - Lech Majewski says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-8081927975498931340?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/8081927975498931340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/mill-and-cross-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/8081927975498931340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/8081927975498931340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/mill-and-cross-2011.html' title='The Mill and the Cross (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fKtW0beHqUk/TtHZPE0hz4I/AAAAAAAAAv8/aLmNPbr-ieY/s72-c/themilland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-992375180551994396</id><published>2011-11-25T16:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-25T16:24:55.639+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Between Two Fires (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Between Two Fires (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Zl1OXnYmjY/Ts9yEr90naI/AAAAAAAAAv0/eyesuk9pZv0/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Zl1OXnYmjY/Ts9yEr90naI/AAAAAAAAAv0/eyesuk9pZv0/s400/images.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1360164/" itemprop="director"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Director:&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1360164/" itemprop="director"&gt;Agnieszka Lukasiak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Country: Poland | Sweden &lt;br /&gt;Runtime;135min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Young woman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and her daughter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;runs away&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;from Belarus and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;sent to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a refugee camp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in northern Sweden.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Fighting for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;survival&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;for herself and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;her daughter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;is becoming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;easy prey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;around it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;an alien world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Soon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;will be confronted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;extreme&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;explication of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;directorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps atn"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Dodgeball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;" is a very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;personal film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I came&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to Sweden&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;as a little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;This is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the reality in which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;ceases to exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, the days&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;are passing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;on the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;fear of the future&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the past is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;dreadful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;think of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;The only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;way to survive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;is the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;existence of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;"here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="atn"&gt;" and "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;" as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in a kind of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;purgatory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, where there&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;neither&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;nor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;dead.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I wanted to show&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the reality in which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;people are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;defenseless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, and the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;ignorance of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the new rules&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;makes it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;become&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;victims of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the reality&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;that surrounds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;It is a story&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;just such a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;life,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;where time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and reality&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;abstract concepts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, and the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;hopes and fears&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;of these people&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;are permanently&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;etched&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in their minds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;on their faces.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I wanted to show&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the reality in which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to survive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;you have to choose&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;between himself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and the person&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Where do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;you become&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a commodity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;for sale&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;at the price of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;survival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;While&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I was writing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;script&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I lived&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;better understand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;what is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in the memories&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;childhood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;seems to me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;as a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;The characters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;described&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in the scenario&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and emerging&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;situations&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;are based&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;on real events&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;people that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I met&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;while living&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I wanted to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;shoot a film&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in which the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;statistics&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;will become&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a reality.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;The film, which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;transforms&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the number and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the cases&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;about which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;we read in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;real people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in which the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;notice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;replaces&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Agnieszka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Łukasiak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-992375180551994396?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Zl1OXnYmjY/Ts9yEr90naI/AAAAAAAAAv0/eyesuk9pZv0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-1714484390913258145</id><published>2011-11-25T12:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-25T12:26:31.240+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Elena (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Elena (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e9MNtoRK-fw/Ts870SwfmFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/nF5Tsj37Z24/s1600/24f93240b1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e9MNtoRK-fw/Ts870SwfmFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/nF5Tsj37Z24/s320/24f93240b1.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Andrei Zvyagintsev&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Russia&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour 29 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Elena and Vladimir are an older couple, they come from different backgrounds. Vladimir is a wealthy and cold man, Elena comes from a modest milieu and is a docile wife. They have met late in life and each one has children from previous marriages. Elena's son is unemployed, unable to support his own family and he is constantly asking Elena for money. Vladimir's daughter is a careless young woman who has a distant relationship with her father. A heart attack puts Vladimir in hospital, where he realizes that his remaining time is limited. A brief but somehow tender reunion with his daughter leads him to make an important decision: she will be the only heiress of his wealth. Back home he announces it to Elena. Her hopes to financially help her son suddenly vanish. The shy and submissive housewife then comes up with a plan to give her son and grandchildren a real chance in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-1714484390913258145?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/1714484390913258145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/elena-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1714484390913258145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1714484390913258145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/elena-2011.html' title='Elena (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e9MNtoRK-fw/Ts870SwfmFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/nF5Tsj37Z24/s72-c/24f93240b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-1144127120202020920</id><published>2011-11-24T11:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:16:37.971+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia for the Light (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Nostalgia for the Light (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8BCnHOWXRlo/Ts3ZBBLs8YI/AAAAAAAAAvk/kqf7mcxstOw/s1600/MV5BMTU1MjU1NTgxOF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTgyNTg0NA%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR12%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8BCnHOWXRlo/Ts3ZBBLs8YI/AAAAAAAAAvk/kqf7mcxstOw/s400/MV5BMTU1MjU1NTgxOF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTgyNTg0NA%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR12%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Directed by: Patricio Guzman&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Country: France | Germany | Chile&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Runtime:90 min&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For his new film master director Patricio Guzmán, famed for his political documentaries (&lt;a href="http://homevideo.icarusfilms.com/new98/boc.html"&gt;THE BATTLE OF CHILE&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://homevideo.icarusfilms.com/new2006/sal.html"&gt;SALVADOR ALLENDE&lt;/a&gt;), travels 10,000 feet above sea level to the driest place on earth, the Atacama Desert, where atop the mountains astronomers from all over the world gather to observe the stars. The sky is so translucent that it allows them to see right to the boundaries of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;The Atacama is also a place where the harsh heat of the sun keeps human remains intact: those of Pre-Columbian mummies; 19th century explorers and miners; and the remains of political prisoners, “disappeared” by the Chilean army after the military coup of September, 1973.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="right" alt="film still" class="edge_photoright" src="http://homevideo.icarusfilms.com/new2011/gifs/nost2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while astronomers examine the most distant and oldest galaxies, at the foot of the mountains, women, surviving relatives of the disappeared whose bodies were dumped here, search, even after twenty-five years, for the remains of their loved ones, to reclaim their families’ histories.&lt;br /&gt;Melding the celestial quest of the astronomers and the earthly one of the women, NOSTALGIA FOR THE LIGHT is a gorgeous, moving, and deeply personal odyssey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"NOSTALGIA FOR THE LIGHT is not only Guzmán’s masterpiece; it is one of the most beautiful cinematographic efforts we have seen for a long time. Its complex canvas is woven with the greatest simplicity. For forty years, Patricio Guzman has had to struggle every inch of the way, with a vivid memory and intimate suffering to reach this work of cosmic serenity, of luminous intelligence, with a sensitivity that could melt stone. At such a level, the film becomes more than a film. An insane accolade to mankind, a stellar song for the dead, a life lesson. Silence and respect."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;—Juan Mandelbaum, Le Monde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chile's Atacama Desert, astronomers peer deep into the cosmos in search for answers concerning the origins of life. Nearby, a group of women sift through the sand searching for body parts of loved ones, dumped unceremoniously by Pinochet's regime.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-1144127120202020920?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/1144127120202020920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/nostalgia-for-light-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1144127120202020920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1144127120202020920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/nostalgia-for-light-2010.html' title='Nostalgia for the Light (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8BCnHOWXRlo/Ts3ZBBLs8YI/AAAAAAAAAvk/kqf7mcxstOw/s72-c/MV5BMTU1MjU1NTgxOF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTgyNTg0NA%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR12%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-3760631299785800879</id><published>2011-11-23T17:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-23T17:44:37.913+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Patagonia (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Patagonia (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8YHsYGl-QVk/Tszhi-NOCkI/AAAAAAAAAvc/wtHYLZB9CoE/s1600/00-00-00-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8YHsYGl-QVk/Tszhi-NOCkI/AAAAAAAAAvc/wtHYLZB9CoE/s400/00-00-00-6.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director:&lt;/b&gt; Marc Evans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country:&lt;/b&gt; Argentina | UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime:&lt;/b&gt; 119 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;One of the lesser-known dark chapters of British history was the exodus of a small number of poor, struggling Welsh workers who left their shores to set up a new life in a golden, green land called Patagonia in 1865. Amazingly they survived and carried on their culture, which remains in the form of the huge number of Welsh place names there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This forms the backbone of Marc Evans’ story, which tells parallel stories set in the present day. A Welsh couple, Gwen and Rhys (Roberts and Gravelle), are suffering because they cannot conceive. When Rhys is offered a job photographing remote chapels in Patagonia he jumps at the chance, seeing it as the perfect chance to repair their fragile relationship. However, when they arrive they are met by handsome Mateo (Rhys), to whom Gwen is clearly attracted – forcing Rhys more into his shell. As Mateo takes the couple further and further into the desert their relationship becomes more strained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, at the same time, an elderly Patagonian lady, Cerys (Lubos), tells her family she is going into hospital for an eye operation, and needs a young guide. Her very young neighbour, Alejandro, joins her and quickly discovers she has other ideas – Cerys wants to visit the Welsh farm she was born in and barely remembers. He chaperones her all the way to Cardiff, only to discover there are three farms with the same name in Wales, all miles apart from each other. So they, too, have to travel deep into the countryside, taking on broken down cars, bizarre train timetables and incessant rain to find Cerys’ birthplace. Not that the shy Alejandro minds though, especially when he meets the waitress of a camping site in North Wales, Sissy (Duffy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this sounds like a gentle, meandering, slow, slightly dreamy fable, well, it is…Evans is in no hurry to tell his story, quite happy instead to indulge in the glorious countryside in both places. Patagonia is a harsh, Spartan land with stunning deserts and mountains, and Wales looks like it’s sponsored  by the Welsh tourist board. Nothing wrong with that, the problem sets in during the last half hour when all of the goodwill Evans has built up wears pretty thin. It’s obvious where the story is going, but he insists on dragging it out to an almost tiresome degree, and suddenly throws in various minor characters, none of whom add much to the tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performances are fine, with one big exception - Roberts and Gravelle make a believable couple, Rhys is a convincing stud – he’s even good on a horse – and the young boy and old lady are a charming, funny couple. The one jarring note is pop star Duffy’s cameo as a singing waitress, a performance which should be added to the long, long list of rock stars who come a cropper in the movies. She’s really out of her depth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Reviewer: Mike Martin&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-3760631299785800879?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/3760631299785800879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/patagonia-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3760631299785800879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3760631299785800879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/patagonia-2010.html' title='Patagonia (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8YHsYGl-QVk/Tszhi-NOCkI/AAAAAAAAAvc/wtHYLZB9CoE/s72-c/00-00-00-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-6416668481589901663</id><published>2011-11-23T15:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-23T15:51:22.699+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Belvedere (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Belvedere (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EknK2I1YWXs/TszIxgMoM2I/AAAAAAAAAvU/J-cdN_kk1lA/s1600/mali.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EknK2I1YWXs/TszIxgMoM2I/AAAAAAAAAvU/J-cdN_kk1lA/s320/mali.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Directors: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ahmed Imamovic&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Bosnia and Herzegovina&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour 29 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bosnian's official submission to the Best Foreign Language Film category of the 84th Academy Awards 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film deals with the tragedy of the women survivors of the Srebrenica genocide, or rather, the consequences of the horrors they experienced - it is about women whose sole purpose in life is to locate the bones of their loved ones and give them a decent burial. Fifteen years later, they still want just one simple thing - the truth. As a contrast, the film deals with trivialities of modern living, obsessed with different reality shows... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-6416668481589901663?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/6416668481589901663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/belvedere-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6416668481589901663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6416668481589901663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/belvedere-2010.html' title='Belvedere (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EknK2I1YWXs/TszIxgMoM2I/AAAAAAAAAvU/J-cdN_kk1lA/s72-c/mali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-3213202267146148586</id><published>2011-11-22T10:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-22T10:09:58.550+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finisterrae(2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Finisterrae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Al_dwWrb0/TssnJ4lOraI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Xa80AWqs0To/s1600/001ed5f3_medium.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Al_dwWrb0/TssnJ4lOraI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Xa80AWqs0To/s400/001ed5f3_medium.jpeg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Director: Sergio Caballero&lt;br /&gt;Country: Spain&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Run time:&lt;/b&gt; ~80 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Two ghosts walk along the Camino of Santiago.&lt;br /&gt;Finisterrae tells the story of two ghosts who, tired of wandering through limbo, decide to take the Way of Saint James, to the end of the world (Finisterra) so that once there, they may begin a fleeting, earthly journey through the land of the living. An introspective journey through uninhabited lands in which they are to find themselves with strange beings, wild animals and characters never before heard of. They must confront unexpected situations, battle with their own fears and struggle with the obstacles of their own phantasmagoric condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-3213202267146148586?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/3213202267146148586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/finisterrae2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3213202267146148586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3213202267146148586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/finisterrae2010.html' title='Finisterrae(2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Al_dwWrb0/TssnJ4lOraI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Xa80AWqs0To/s72-c/001ed5f3_medium.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-2842723071401799248</id><published>2011-11-21T19:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-21T19:48:41.854+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rabbit a la berlin(2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rabbit a la berlin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_6Xa7C2VMv0/TspdDZtoqnI/AAAAAAAAAvE/sTG_GTRySbs/s1600/001ed596_medium.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_6Xa7C2VMv0/TspdDZtoqnI/AAAAAAAAAvE/sTG_GTRySbs/s400/001ed596_medium.jpeg" width="329" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Director: Bartosz Konopka&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Country:&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/country/de"&gt;Germany&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="ghost"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/country/pl"&gt;Poland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Run time:&lt;/b&gt; ~51 min&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Documentary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The untold story about wild rabbits which lived between the Berlin Walls. For 28 years Death Zone was their safest home. Full of grass, no predators, guards protecting them from human disturbance. They were closed but happy. When their population grew up to thousands, guards started to remove them. But rabbits survived and stayed there. Unfortunately one day the wall fell down. Rabbits had to abandon comfortable system. They moved to West Berlin and have been living there in a few colonies since then. They are still learning how to live in the free world, same as we - the citizens of Eastern Europe.&lt;em class="nobr"&gt;Written by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/search/title?plot_author=Bartek%20Konopka%20%26%20Piotr%20Rosolowski&amp;amp;view=simple&amp;amp;sort=alpha"&gt;Bartek Konopka &amp;amp; Piotr Rosolowski&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="txt-block"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-2842723071401799248?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/2842723071401799248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/rabbit-la-berlin2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/2842723071401799248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/2842723071401799248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/rabbit-la-berlin2009.html' title='Rabbit a la berlin(2009)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_6Xa7C2VMv0/TspdDZtoqnI/AAAAAAAAAvE/sTG_GTRySbs/s72-c/001ed596_medium.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-3472925540560943727</id><published>2011-11-21T17:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-21T17:59:27.137+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sunduq al-dunyâ (2002) aka Sacrifices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Sunduq al-dunyâ (2002) aka Sacrifices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P6q5KiPD_Ww/TspDQw0TLEI/AAAAAAAAAu8/pkHK-oLJ8p4/s1600/sacrifices_beskaaret.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P6q5KiPD_Ww/TspDQw0TLEI/AAAAAAAAAu8/pkHK-oLJ8p4/s400/sacrifices_beskaaret.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director:&lt;/b&gt; Usama Muhammad&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Country:&lt;/b&gt; Syria&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Runtime:&lt;/b&gt; 109&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: dimgrey;"&gt;Four families live together in an isolated house in the mountains, where conflicts erupt between the generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tree, a house, emptiness, isolation. The head of the family, an old man, is at the point of death. He would like to give his name to one of his newborn grandsons but he does not acknowledge any of them before he dies. Three cousins without a name live in this primitive world. They seek pleasure and salvation. The first one in restraint and submission, the second in love, the third in power, violence and cruelty. The father of the second, back from war, gives the third the keys to a stronger and immense power. The tree looking upon since 1000 years contemplates what will happen in 2000 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A surreal depiction of life in a village out of a strikingly beautiful Syrian landscape. Oussama Mohammad's immensely visual representation of love, hate, violence and family relationships is no less than a masterpiece... and I am using this word here without any reservations! While I usually feel more at home with popular cinema, this particular film is among the very few films, and maybe even the only film within the surrealist tradition that made me feel as enthralled as I did when I first saw Bunuel's 1933 masterpiece 'Land without Bread'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single shot in the film is an equivalent to an elaborate canvas which brings forwards the harsh yet captivating detailed textures of life and culture in a timeless small Arab peasant village, all set to the background of the Syrian mountain region facing the Mediterranean. If it wasn't for traditional anti-Arab bias in Film Festival circles, this film would have been appreciated as one of the most important cinematic events at least over the last ten years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shown at:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannes Film Festival, London Film Festival, Alexandria International Film Festival, Calgary Film Festival, Rabat International Film Festival, International Film Festival Rotterdam, and Carthage Film Festival, among others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Winner of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Prize, Figueira da Foz International Film Festival(2002)&lt;br /&gt;Don Quijote Award, Figueira da Foz International Film Festival(2002)&lt;br /&gt;Special Prize of the Jury, Paris Biennal of Arab Cinema (2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-3472925540560943727?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/3472925540560943727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/sunduq-al-dunya-2002-aka-sacrifices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3472925540560943727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3472925540560943727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/sunduq-al-dunya-2002-aka-sacrifices.html' title='Sunduq al-dunyâ (2002) aka Sacrifices'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P6q5KiPD_Ww/TspDQw0TLEI/AAAAAAAAAu8/pkHK-oLJ8p4/s72-c/sacrifices_beskaaret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-9200543575667509328</id><published>2011-11-21T15:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-21T15:35:51.942+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pure Coolness / Boz salkyn (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Pure Coolness / Boz salkyn (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BEN-_HWp2OY/Tsoh1r79WkI/AAAAAAAAAu0/EOjVo3zK_aA/s1600/s6514133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BEN-_HWp2OY/Tsoh1r79WkI/AAAAAAAAAu0/EOjVo3zK_aA/s400/s6514133.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Director: Ernest Abdyjaparov&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Country: Kyrgyzstan&amp;nbsp; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Runtime:95min&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodrama with fairytale elements about an urban beauty in Kyrgyzia who is kidnapped during a visit to the countryside and then has to marry a shepherd according to local tradition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his feature film «Saratan» director Ernest Abdyjaparov showed in a slightly humorous way the effect of socio-economic changes in the rural Kyrgyzstan on the life of a local policeman and the local rural customs. With Pure Coolness he returns to the countryside to point out the old Kyrgyzstani tradition of kidnapping a bride and how it all can unexpectedly end up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-9200543575667509328?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/9200543575667509328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/pure-coolness-boz-salkyn-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/9200543575667509328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/9200543575667509328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/pure-coolness-boz-salkyn-2007.html' title='Pure Coolness / Boz salkyn (2007)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BEN-_HWp2OY/Tsoh1r79WkI/AAAAAAAAAu0/EOjVo3zK_aA/s72-c/s6514133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-6344249288450986666</id><published>2011-11-18T13:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-18T13:06:58.103+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Portrait in a Drop of Water (1997)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Portrait in a Drop of Water (1997)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="adbriteinline"&gt;&lt;span name="KonaBody"&gt;Director: Kazimierz Karabasz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="adbriteinline"&gt;&lt;span name="KonaBody"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Country:&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/country/pl"&gt;Poland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runtime;22min Documentary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="txt-block"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f73xzrdU7mo/TsYJxeDhiKI/AAAAAAAAAuo/NoyJIHVSCmU/s1600/600full-portret-w-kropli-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f73xzrdU7mo/TsYJxeDhiKI/AAAAAAAAAuo/NoyJIHVSCmU/s400/600full-portret-w-kropli-poster.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="adbriteinline"&gt;&lt;span name="KonaBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="adbriteinline"&gt;&lt;span name="KonaBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="adbriteinline"&gt;&lt;span name="KonaBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="adbriteinline"&gt;&lt;span name="KonaBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="adbriteinline"&gt;&lt;span name="KonaBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="adbriteinline"&gt;&lt;span name="KonaBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="adbriteinline"&gt;&lt;span name="KonaBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="adbriteinline"&gt;&lt;span name="KonaBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="adbriteinline"&gt;&lt;span name="KonaBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="adbriteinline"&gt;&lt;span name="KonaBody"&gt;Synopsis: Over still photographys Karabasz is asking ordinary people about theis lives, hopes and fears.&lt;br /&gt;Kazimierz Karabasz is a key figure in the history of polish documentary film. He is to polish cinematography what Robert Flaherty, John Grierson and Dziga Vertov were to american, british ans russian documentary film. Karabasz has been making documentaries for half a century, probing around relentessly to find better ways of bringing home the reality of day-to-day existance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="adbriteinline"&gt;&lt;span name="KonaBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-6344249288450986666?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/6344249288450986666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/portrait-in-drop-of-water-1997.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6344249288450986666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6344249288450986666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/portrait-in-drop-of-water-1997.html' title='Portrait in a Drop of Water (1997)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f73xzrdU7mo/TsYJxeDhiKI/AAAAAAAAAuo/NoyJIHVSCmU/s72-c/600full-portret-w-kropli-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-5744337259224435362</id><published>2011-11-15T16:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-15T16:10:25.733+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Poongsan.2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Poongsan.2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6FCt5vCtz8/TsJAh7EesTI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/0ibWwK5K94Y/s1600/79159prpr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6FCt5vCtz8/TsJAh7EesTI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/0ibWwK5K94Y/s400/79159prpr.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Directed by: Jun Jae-Hong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Writer: Ki-duk Kim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: Korea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Duration: 2h 1mn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;A mysterious man nicnknamed "Poongsan" (Yoon Kye-Sang) crosses between the South and North Korean border as a courier for hire. There's no way for people to contact him, but instead, Poongsan picks out potential clients from banners at a make shift memorial along the DMZ. Poongsan's next target is a man who wishes to bring a North Korean woman into South Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a man (Kim Jong-Soo) is pushed by the section chief (Han Ki-Joong) at the NIS to write a report on North Korea. That man was a high ranking official in North Korea prior to defecting to South Korea. He's protected by NIS agents, but still paranoid that North Korean assassins will kill him. He asks the section chief at the NIS to bring his lover In-Ok (Kim Gyu-Ri) to him from North Korea. Agents from the NIS learn of a man able to smuggle people across the border. They place a banner along a makeshift memorial at the DMZ border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the middle of the night, two NIS agents meet Poongsan who arrives on a motorcycle. When an NIS agent asks how long it will take to bring In-Ok into South Korea, Poongsan points to his watch to show 3 hours. The agent gives an incredulous laugh, but gets back into his car and waits for Poongsan. Poongsan runs off into the night towards the DMZ border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poongsan heads out to Pyeongyang to retrieve In-Ok. While they are crossing the border back into South Korea, In-Ok feels an attachment to this mysterious man who doesn't speak ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-5744337259224435362?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/5744337259224435362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/poongsan2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/5744337259224435362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/5744337259224435362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/poongsan2011.html' title='Poongsan.2011'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6FCt5vCtz8/TsJAh7EesTI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/0ibWwK5K94Y/s72-c/79159prpr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-244236759173538927</id><published>2011-11-13T19:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-13T19:48:03.278+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Poll Diaries (2010) Poll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The Poll Diaries (2010) Poll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UlFcBiwH2YI/Tr_RK4Y4PvI/AAAAAAAAAuI/bUzzCC3YX3Q/s1600/thepolldia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UlFcBiwH2YI/Tr_RK4Y4PvI/AAAAAAAAAuI/bUzzCC3YX3Q/s400/thepolldia.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chris Kraus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Germany | Austria | Estonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;2 hours, 8 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer of 1914, thirteen-year-old Oda Schaefer leaves Berlin to join her family and an assortment of German and Russian aristocrats on an estate in Estonia. The Schaefer family home is a character in its own right, a hulking, neoclassical manor that hovers on stilts above the sea. Oda arrives there bearing her mother’s coffin and a gift requested by her surgeon father: a jarred, two-headed fetus to add to his laboratory of gruesome curiosities. Ebbo Schaefer sees himself in his daughter when she calmly and expertly learns to suture the corpse of a cat. What he fails to recognize – and what Oda luckily understands – is that their interest in science is their only similarity. His dedication to experimentation is linked to an appalling obsession with power and destruction, while Oda is genuinely curious about life. Her quick, quiet intelligence complements her humanity and her lucid understanding of right and wrong. When she strays from a family picnic and discovers a badly wounded Estonian anarchist, she helps him without a second thought, smuggling him into her father’s lab and putting her new surgical skills to good use. As their illicit friendship deepens, family turmoil escalates and war closes in. The safe haven of the community collapses, forcing Oda’s family to make impossible choices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-244236759173538927?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/244236759173538927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/poll-diaries-2010-poll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/244236759173538927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/244236759173538927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/poll-diaries-2010-poll.html' title='The Poll Diaries (2010) Poll'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UlFcBiwH2YI/Tr_RK4Y4PvI/AAAAAAAAAuI/bUzzCC3YX3Q/s72-c/thepolldia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-661366330688533723</id><published>2011-11-11T18:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-11T18:45:34.761+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Africa United (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Africa United (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZfgJLYMzUQ/Tr0fR05-wkI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/uPeFneoIwYA/s1600/MV5BMjAyMTg0MjgwOV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNTEzODY4Mw%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR104%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZfgJLYMzUQ/Tr0fR05-wkI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/uPeFneoIwYA/s400/MV5BMjAyMTg0MjgwOV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNTEzODY4Mw%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR104%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Director:Debs Paterson&lt;br /&gt;Country:UK | South Africa | Rwanda&lt;br /&gt;Runtime:88 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extraordinary story of three Rwandan kids who walk 3000 miles to the Soccer World Cup in South Africa. Using a sack load of ingenuity and sass (and a World Cup wall chart for a map), our pint-sized protagonists set off through the endless horizons of Africa in pursuit of an unlikely dream. And as they walk they gather a tribe - a ragamuffin team - of broken and brilliant characters who help them negotiate a way through a series of glorious, dangerous, hilarious and often bizarre situations. Through these kids, we will encounter an Africa few people ever get to see; experience the hard reality of an epic walk through seven countries; as well as the joy, laughter and hope - 'the ubuntu' - that comes from making an incredible journey together.&lt;em class="nobr"&gt;Written by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/search/title?plot_author=Rhidian%20Brook&amp;amp;view=simple&amp;amp;sort=alpha"&gt;Rhidian Brook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-661366330688533723?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/661366330688533723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/africa-united-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/661366330688533723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/661366330688533723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/africa-united-2010.html' title='Africa United (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZfgJLYMzUQ/Tr0fR05-wkI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/uPeFneoIwYA/s72-c/MV5BMjAyMTg0MjgwOV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNTEzODY4Mw%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR104%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-7738963479937979280</id><published>2011-11-10T19:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-10T19:33:57.471+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bullhead (2011) aka Rundskop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Bullhead (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iYviQ2Jhhg0/TrvZaeVlwjI/AAAAAAAAAtI/5rm65DuFDNc/s1600/906629.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iYviQ2Jhhg0/TrvZaeVlwjI/AAAAAAAAAtI/5rm65DuFDNc/s400/906629.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Michael R. Roskam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Belgium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacky Vanmarsenille didn't really get a chance in life. As he tells us at the beginning of the film, over some beautiful Flemish landscape, life is fucked. The man works in meat: beef farming is in the family. His livelihood is fed with hormones to make faster business, and his body and soul are nourished by them too. We learn to love this ghastly character as the director takes us back into a tragic incident in his childhood on the Flemish-French border and to the present, where he is caught up in unscrupulous meat business and a local murder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-7738963479937979280?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/7738963479937979280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/bullhead-2011-aka-rundskop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7738963479937979280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7738963479937979280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/bullhead-2011-aka-rundskop.html' title='Bullhead (2011) aka Rundskop'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iYviQ2Jhhg0/TrvZaeVlwjI/AAAAAAAAAtI/5rm65DuFDNc/s72-c/906629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-3188349716787277947</id><published>2011-11-10T12:47:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-10T12:47:56.821+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gise Memuru (2010) aka Toll Booth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Gise Memuru (2010) aka Toll Booth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OKVF0SYWDPA/Trt6JU00NdI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Wa29lUICHqU/s1600/gisem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OKVF0SYWDPA/Trt6JU00NdI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Wa29lUICHqU/s400/gisem.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Director:&lt;/b&gt; Tolga Karacelik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country:&lt;/b&gt; Turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime:&lt;/b&gt; 96&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Quiet and introverted toll booth clerk Kenan's life, a humdrum routine between the Tavsancik toll booth plaza and his home, will change the day the new operations chief comes to inspect Tavsancik. IMDB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first feature film written and directed by Tolga Karaçelik, better known for his award-winning short films such as Rapunzel, Toll Booth tells a story of miscommunication, isolation and desperate alienation via a conflict between a father and his son. Confined to his own world of dreams, introvert, and reticent, Kenan is a toll booth attendant, who lives with his ailing father. Kenan’s drab life stuck in routines between his toll booth and home will change the day a new manager comes for supervision. (~iksv.org)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-3188349716787277947?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/3188349716787277947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/gise-memuru-2010-aka-toll-booth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3188349716787277947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3188349716787277947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/11/gise-memuru-2010-aka-toll-booth.html' title='Gise Memuru (2010) aka Toll Booth'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OKVF0SYWDPA/Trt6JU00NdI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Wa29lUICHqU/s72-c/gisem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-6278757572195872175</id><published>2011-10-31T16:48:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-31T16:48:53.010+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Mosquito Net (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The Mosquito Net (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S0GJHkjnYiA/Tq6DwA6FfuI/AAAAAAAAAs4/zAeRO-mKq-M/s1600/lamosquite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S0GJHkjnYiA/Tq6DwA6FfuI/AAAAAAAAAs4/zAeRO-mKq-M/s400/lamosquite.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Agustí Vila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour, 35 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wildly dysfunctional family begins to drown in their multiple neuroses in this offbeat drama from Spanish filmmaker Agusti Vila. Luis (Marcos Franz) is the teenage son of Miguel and Alicia, a couple whose marriage is on its last legs. Luis obsessively brings home stray dogs and cats, who show him the attention and affection he doesn't get from his parents. Miguel and Alicia aren't getting much love from one another, either, and once their marriage finally collapses, he takes up with their maid while Alicia has an affair with one of Luis's friends from school. Meanwhile, Miguel's father and mother are both slipping into senility and think suicide might be the answer to their problems, and Luis's aunt Rachel believes in the old adage "Spare the rod and spoil the child" - so much so that it's putting her daughter in danger. ~ Mark Deming, Allrovi&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-6278757572195872175?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/6278757572195872175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/mosquito-net-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6278757572195872175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6278757572195872175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/mosquito-net-2010.html' title='The Mosquito Net (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S0GJHkjnYiA/Tq6DwA6FfuI/AAAAAAAAAs4/zAeRO-mKq-M/s72-c/lamosquite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-1881971372176423549</id><published>2011-10-28T21:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-28T21:34:30.161+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tehilim (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Tehilim (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5lWKkLlr7Rk/TqrOS0XqceI/AAAAAAAAAss/r4ym6pCeIPg/s1600/MV5BMjEyOTk5ODQ4OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzU0MTc0Mg%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR12%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5lWKkLlr7Rk/TqrOS0XqceI/AAAAAAAAAss/r4ym6pCeIPg/s400/MV5BMjEyOTk5ODQ4OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzU0MTc0Mg%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR12%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Director: Raphaël Nadjari&lt;br /&gt;Country: France | Israel&lt;br /&gt;Runtime;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 96min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contemporary Jerusalem, a small Jewish family leads an ordinary life until following a car accident, the father mysteriously disappears. They all deal with his absence and the difficulties of everyday life as best they can. While the adults take refuge in silence or traditions, the two children, Menachem and David, seek their own way to find their father...&lt;em class="nobr"&gt;Written by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/search/title?plot_author=NMH&amp;amp;view=simple&amp;amp;sort=alpha"&gt;NMH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-1881971372176423549?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/1881971372176423549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/tehilim-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1881971372176423549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1881971372176423549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/tehilim-2007.html' title='Tehilim (2007)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5lWKkLlr7Rk/TqrOS0XqceI/AAAAAAAAAss/r4ym6pCeIPg/s72-c/MV5BMjEyOTk5ODQ4OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzU0MTc0Mg%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR12%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-5629082631322100478</id><published>2011-10-27T21:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-27T21:48:38.478+05:30</updated><title type='text'>So Much for Justice!(2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So Much for Justice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wqGPFgihvH4/TqmADb12USI/AAAAAAAAAsk/RcmmNTvfzuQ/s1600/odaazigazsagposzter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wqGPFgihvH4/TqmADb12USI/AAAAAAAAAsk/RcmmNTvfzuQ/s400/odaazigazsagposzter.jpg" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director:&lt;/b&gt; Miklós Jancsó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country:&lt;/b&gt; Hungary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime:&lt;/b&gt; 86&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Managed to get onto the second party of the Mátyás [*Matthias] era, the peak of his power for a king's reign, and through this for Hungary's hey-day short one and a half of his decades concentrates. In the centre Mátyás [*Matthias] king (László Gálffi) his marriage, the troubles of the succession, the life of the Renaissance yard and the relations of inside are at a standstill, i mean mostly the happenings of the privacy, which manage national significance and political weight in a ruler's case however,.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;In Miklós Jancsó's film the three separable eras of Mátyás [*Matthias] king's life come up: youthful Mátyás king's fights for the throne; aged Mátyás king and the succession to the throne; and the fate of the royal crown and the royal heir after Mátyás king's death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-5629082631322100478?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/5629082631322100478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-much-for-justice2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/5629082631322100478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/5629082631322100478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-much-for-justice2010.html' title='So Much for Justice!(2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wqGPFgihvH4/TqmADb12USI/AAAAAAAAAsk/RcmmNTvfzuQ/s72-c/odaazigazsagposzter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-9042544190150743953</id><published>2011-10-27T14:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-27T14:42:15.636+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whoever Says the Truth Shall Die (1981)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Whoever Says the Truth Shall Die (1981)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FDODAJaRj6s/Tqkfq64pyuI/AAAAAAAAAsc/q-Q8Qqc8qvI/s1600/plakatic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FDODAJaRj6s/Tqkfq64pyuI/AAAAAAAAAsc/q-Q8Qqc8qvI/s400/plakatic.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Directors: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Philo Bregstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Netherlands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;58 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philo Bregstein tells us this film looks at Pasolini's life and art to explain why he died. The film traces Pasolini's life chronologically - family roots, hiding during World War II, teaching, moving to Rome, being arrested and acquitted many times, publishing poems, getting into film, being provocative, and being murdered. Interviews with Alberto Moravia, Laura Betti, Maria Antonietta Macciocch, and Bernard Bertolucci are inter-cut with readings of Pasolini's poems and with clips from four films - primarily the Gospel According to St. Matthew - to illustrate his changing ideas and points of view. Bregstein makes a case for Pasolini's being lynched.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imbd review&amp;nbsp;by Michael_Elliott (Louisville, KY)&lt;br /&gt;Strange documentary from the Netherlands, which talks of the life,poetry and films of the controversial Pier Paolo Pasolini who wasbrutally murdered in 1975. The official cause of death is that thedirector took a 17-year-old boy for a walk, made sexual advancestowards him and then the boy killed him. The conspiracy theory ondisplay here is that the government and Christians had something to dowith the murder due to the director's Salo and some poems he wrotetowards the end of his life. For the most part this documentary is acomplete bore that really doesn't come to life until the final tenminutes when the murder is looked at. The best piece of evidence givenare the photos of Pasolini's body, which was beaten to a pulp and thendriven over by a car. This is the evidence, which claims the boy didn'tdo the killings even though those being interviewed admit that Pasoliniwas the sexually aggressive type. The documentary never talks to anyoneon the opposite side so we never really get any clear answers to whatreally happened. The stuff discussing his poems and films isn't verywell done and doesn't really shine a light on anything because all thefilm really does is remind us that he was a homosexual every tenminutes.        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-9042544190150743953?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/9042544190150743953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/whoever-says-truth-shall-die-1981.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/9042544190150743953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/9042544190150743953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/whoever-says-truth-shall-die-1981.html' title='Whoever Says the Truth Shall Die (1981)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FDODAJaRj6s/Tqkfq64pyuI/AAAAAAAAAsc/q-Q8Qqc8qvI/s72-c/plakatic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-5053687586558370967</id><published>2011-10-26T17:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-26T17:21:08.524+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Young Goethe in Love (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Young Goethe in Love (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cENTFQrY7Bw/Tqfz1lw05cI/AAAAAAAAAsU/PaxYofIjhUw/s1600/goethever2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cENTFQrY7Bw/Tqfz1lw05cI/AAAAAAAAAsU/PaxYofIjhUw/s400/goethever2.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Philipp Stölzl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour, 40 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1772, we find the young German poet Johann Wolfgang Goethe flunking out of law school and getting drunk with his friends. He's a free spirit trapped in a stringent world where class is everything. All Goethe wants to do is write poems and get them published. But his stern father sends him away to a small town where he is accepted to work at a provincial law firm. There he befriends fellow law student Wilhelm Jerusalem. Goethe also meets, and falls in love with, the beautiful Lotte Buff. She in turn falls for the hopelessly romantic Goethe but, unbeknownst to him, is promised to marry Albert Kestner, Goethe's superior at the law firm. It all adds up to anguished love, as his friend Jerusalem also suffers a failed love affair with a married woman. Goethe transforms their travails into a grand masterpiece, the novel The Sorrows of Young Werther. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-5053687586558370967?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/5053687586558370967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/young-goethe-in-love-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/5053687586558370967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/5053687586558370967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/young-goethe-in-love-2010.html' title='Young Goethe in Love (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cENTFQrY7Bw/Tqfz1lw05cI/AAAAAAAAAsU/PaxYofIjhUw/s72-c/goethever2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-7334251919739594562</id><published>2011-10-26T11:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-26T11:30:17.258+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Of Love and Other Demons (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Of Love and Other Demons (2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3mS58xuq5Nc/TqehWTdS9pI/AAAAAAAAAsM/-aGhPOgTIEk/s1600/del-amor-y-otroa-demonios-poster-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3mS58xuq5Nc/TqehWTdS9pI/AAAAAAAAAsM/-aGhPOgTIEk/s400/del-amor-y-otroa-demonios-poster-1.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: Hilda Hidalgo&lt;br /&gt;Country: Costa Rica | Colombia&lt;br /&gt;Runtime: 95 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on Gabriel García Márquez's novel, this is the unsettling story of 13-year-old noble Sierva and the dog bite that changes her life forever. Abandoned, displaced, in the midst of a sexual awakening and finally exorcised, Sierva finds an unlikely ally in a young priest and together they discover passion.&lt;i&gt; Written by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/search/title?plot_author=Pusan%20International%20Film%20Festival&amp;amp;view=simple&amp;amp;sort=alpha"&gt;Pusan International Film Festival&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-7334251919739594562?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/7334251919739594562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/of-love-and-other-demons-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7334251919739594562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7334251919739594562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/of-love-and-other-demons-2009.html' title='Of Love and Other Demons (2009)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3mS58xuq5Nc/TqehWTdS9pI/AAAAAAAAAsM/-aGhPOgTIEk/s72-c/del-amor-y-otroa-demonios-poster-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-6219485425122025335</id><published>2011-10-25T14:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-25T14:21:37.724+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Punk's Not Dead (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Punk's Not Dead (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Directors: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Vladimir Blazevski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Republic of Macedonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUSOjAG-uls/TqZvtvbl5vI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Y5Opdp8J0N0/s1600/planjn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUSOjAG-uls/TqZvtvbl5vI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Y5Opdp8J0N0/s400/planjn.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour 40 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macedonia's official submission to the Best Foreign Language Film category of the 84th Academy Awards 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punk's not dead is a remarkable black-comedy by Vladimir Blazevski. It is about a reunion of old punk band. Mirsa is a punk who is trying to put up with the struggles of everyday life in Skopje. One day he was offered to play for some multicultural-happening in Debar. Actually, all he ever wants is to play again with his punk band, so he accepts the offer. The next step is to find all former members of the band and make them play again... His ex-girlfriend is coming back to him and she is helping him to find the former members of the band. Punk's not dead gives good message - we should keep on trying to make our dreams come true. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-6219485425122025335?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/6219485425122025335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/punks-not-dead-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6219485425122025335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6219485425122025335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/punks-not-dead-2011.html' title='Punk&apos;s Not Dead (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUSOjAG-uls/TqZvtvbl5vI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Y5Opdp8J0N0/s72-c/planjn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-695843842103684405</id><published>2011-10-24T22:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-24T22:20:48.629+05:30</updated><title type='text'>White White World (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;White White World (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IuyKQd6o_mQ/TqWXAcN5o1I/AAAAAAAAAr4/B1Uu1oa9DRM/s1600/pla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IuyKQd6o_mQ/TqWXAcN5o1I/AAAAAAAAAr4/B1Uu1oa9DRM/s400/pla.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Directors: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oleg Novkovic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Serbia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour 55 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;In the Serbian drama “White White World: The Miner’s Opera” (“Beli Beli Svet”), the characters sing, but never dance. Formulated as a modern day Greek tragedy set in the decrepit southeastern mining town Bor, the movie follows a close group of alienated locals through misguided love affairs and other brash misdeeds. But the songs feature no choreography or other stylish methods of breaking the harsh, downtrodden tableaux. It’s a surprisingly effective strategy. With his sophomore effort, director Oleg Novkovic uses musical expression to frame inner monologues that would never work in spoken form. As a result, a story exclusively populated by damaged people engaged in morally ambiguous, often depraved behavior manages to evoke sympathy for all of them.&lt;br /&gt;At its center is King, a retired boxer now running the neighborhood bar. Years earlier, he had an affair with erstwhile seductress Ruzica, an act that led her to kill her husband and wind up behind bars. The movie begins shortly before Ruzica’s release from jail, when the still-swinging King engages in a similarly ill-fated liaison with Ruzica’s rebellious 18-year-old daughter, Rosa. After a few drinks, two engage in fast, passionless sex, and King rushes out the door without a word…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-695843842103684405?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/695843842103684405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/white-white-world-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/695843842103684405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/695843842103684405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/white-white-world-2010.html' title='White White World (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IuyKQd6o_mQ/TqWXAcN5o1I/AAAAAAAAAr4/B1Uu1oa9DRM/s72-c/pla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-5954278309349678355</id><published>2011-10-22T14:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-22T14:26:49.595+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Fourth Portrait (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Fourth Portrait (2010)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Om6UseI2NAI/TqKE7eRWLnI/AAAAAAAAArw/l1XMN6_OYxs/s1600/12872377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Om6UseI2NAI/TqKE7eRWLnI/AAAAAAAAArw/l1XMN6_OYxs/s400/12872377.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Directed by&lt;/b&gt;: Mong-Hong Chung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country&lt;/b&gt;: Taiwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime&lt;/b&gt;: 105 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten year-old Xiang faces a lonely future after his father dies. Just when he thinks he's going to spend his life in the orphanage, his estranged mother shows up. And his life changes forever... A loveless mother, a hateful stepfather, a chilly home. Where's Xiang heading to* He finds comfort in drawing and his work reveals his longing for care and affection. Life is full of hope again when he meets the old school janitor who doesn't show his kindness easily and a portly man who has crazy ideas and is haunted with nightmares of his brother. A scary truth is about to be unmasked. Will Xiang be able to depict his own image in the fourth portrait?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-5954278309349678355?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/5954278309349678355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/fourth-portrait-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/5954278309349678355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/5954278309349678355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/fourth-portrait-2010.html' title='The Fourth Portrait (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Om6UseI2NAI/TqKE7eRWLnI/AAAAAAAAArw/l1XMN6_OYxs/s72-c/12872377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-4543150289671884899</id><published>2011-10-20T19:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:34:48.215+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cave of Forgotten Dreams (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Cave of Forgotten Dreams (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XawdYvj0iUM/TqApvQeZimI/AAAAAAAAArg/9FYdCeXr6fA/s1600/001e2a6e_medium.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XawdYvj0iUM/TqApvQeZimI/AAAAAAAAArg/9FYdCeXr6fA/s400/001e2a6e_medium.jpeg" width="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Director: Werner Herzog&lt;br /&gt;Country: Canada | USA | France&lt;br /&gt;Runtime: 90 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Werner Herzog gains exclusive access to film inside the Chauvet caves of Southern France, capturing the oldest known pictorial creations of humankind in their astonishing natural setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1994, a group of scientists discovered a cave in Southern France perfectly preserved for over 20,000 years and containing the earliest known human paintings. Knowing the cultural significance that the Chauvet Cave holds, the French government immediately cut-off all access to it, save a few archaeologists and paleontologists. But documentary filmmaker, Werner Herzog, has been given limited access, and now we get to go inside examining beautiful artwork created by our ancient ancestors around 32,000 years ago. He asks questions to various historians and scientists about what these humans would have been like and trying to build a bridge from the past to the present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-4543150289671884899?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/4543150289671884899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/cave-of-forgotten-dreams-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/4543150289671884899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/4543150289671884899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/cave-of-forgotten-dreams-2010.html' title='Cave of Forgotten Dreams (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XawdYvj0iUM/TqApvQeZimI/AAAAAAAAArg/9FYdCeXr6fA/s72-c/001e2a6e_medium.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-3921631803963806155</id><published>2011-10-20T14:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-20T14:10:34.061+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Midnight in Paris(2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sP6NNU6ldks/Tp_cOsH3sXI/AAAAAAAAArY/fpomAe4gDiU/s1600/69612773.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sP6NNU6ldks/Tp_cOsH3sXI/AAAAAAAAArY/fpomAe4gDiU/s320/69612773.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Midnight in Paris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Directed by&lt;/b&gt;: Woody Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Country&lt;/b&gt;: Spain, USA&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Runtime: &lt;time datetime="PT94M" itemprop="duration"&gt;94 min&amp;nbsp;&lt;/time&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gil and Inez travel to Paris as a tag-along vacation on her parents' business trip. Gil is a successful Hollywood writer but is struggling on his first novel. He falls in love with the city and thinks they should move there after they get married, but Inez does not share his romantic notions of the city or the idea that the 1920s was the golden age. When Inez goes off dancing with her friends, Gil takes a walk at midnight and discovers what could be the ultimate source of inspiration for writing. Gil's daily walks at midnight in Paris could take him closer to the heart of the city but further from the woman he's about to marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woody Allen's love affair with France, which goes back decades, finds its finality with "Midnight in Paris," the latest of Allen's Parisian brochures, which recently opened at the Cannes Film Festival on Wednesday. The good news is that Allen seems to be paying attention in a way he hasn't always done in recent films, and has found a way to channel his often-caustic misanthropy, half-comic fear of death and anti-American bitterness into agreeable comic whimsy. The nominal point of "Midnight in Paris" is that we've all got to make the best of life in our own time while longing for a past that probably never existed. If anything, Allen seems to be rebuking himself, ever so mildly, for his compulsive romanticism, his obsession with the past and his disconnection from contemporary American life. Allen has baked us a sweet, airy Parisian dessert with just a sense of sentimental substance in the finish. One of his better films in his latter years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;IMDB Review&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-3921631803963806155?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/3921631803963806155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/midnight-in-paris2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3921631803963806155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3921631803963806155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/midnight-in-paris2011.html' title='Midnight in Paris(2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sP6NNU6ldks/Tp_cOsH3sXI/AAAAAAAAArY/fpomAe4gDiU/s72-c/69612773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-7905725002044832258</id><published>2011-10-18T16:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-18T16:57:49.674+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreileben:Trilogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ITxG8NnTkRo/Tp1iSnkPi2I/AAAAAAAAArQ/Oyd1iOIWv38/s1600/plak2oto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ITxG8NnTkRo/Tp1iSnkPi2I/AAAAAAAAArQ/Oyd1iOIWv38/s320/plak2oto.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer of 2006, film directors Dominik Graf, Christian Petzold and Christoph Hochhäusler began corresponding with each other on the subjects of film aesthetics, the Berlin School, Germany and the film genre (their correspondence was published in German film magazine Revolver). Two years later they decided to continue this theoretical discussion with a joint film project: three individual stories revolving around the same “fait divers”: the escape of a convicted criminal from police custody. Graf’s DON’T FOLLOW ME AROUND tells the story of a police psychologist who meets old acquaintances while investigating a case. In Petzold’s BEATS BEING DEAD a young man doing alternative national service experiences a love story without a future. And in Christoph Hochhäusler’s ONE MINUTES OF DARKNESS an indefatigable policeman hunting the escaped prisoner begins to doubt false certainties. Three films, three styles, three exciting approaches, variations, analyses.&lt;br /&gt;Dreileben 1:&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;Beats Being Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Directors: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Christian Petzold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour 26 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dGSRRObNAkE/Tp1h08_7eNI/AAAAAAAAArI/r66IdrHgDaM/s1600/5utu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dGSRRObNAkE/Tp1h08_7eNI/AAAAAAAAArI/r66IdrHgDaM/s320/5utu.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;''Beats Being Dead'' is the first part of the DREILEBEN trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big hospital on the outskirts of a small city in the middle of the Thuringian Forest. Here Johannes carries out his alternative national service. The head physician, a family friend, has recruited him. Johannes gets to know Ana. During the night of their first embrace, a sex offender escapes from the hospital. His flight and the police’s hectic search accompany the story of Johannes and Ana – a love story transcending boundaries, without a future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreileben 2: Don't Follow Me Around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Directors: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dominik Graf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour 28 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5g-UVjXPzoc/Tp1e-Nxtd5I/AAAAAAAAArA/30lAvKM5DSM/s1600/3aga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5g-UVjXPzoc/Tp1e-Nxtd5I/AAAAAAAAArA/30lAvKM5DSM/s320/3aga.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the trilogy’s second chapter, Jo, a big-city police psychologist, arrives in Dreileben to aid in the ongoing investigation, whereupon she finds herself greeted cooly by the local authorities but welcomed with open arms by Vera, a college friend who lives nearby with her husband, a pretentious author. As the girlfriends reminisce about bygone days and discover they were both once in love with the same man, director Dominik Graf deftly juxtaposes their personal drama against the search for a killer, a police corruption scandal, and a possible case of interspecies transmutation—all underlining the trilogy’s recurring themes of false appearances and deeply hidden truths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreileben 3: One Minute of Darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Directors: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Christoph Hochhäusler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour 29 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jVuSc3DGSxs/Tp1ePlQolbI/AAAAAAAAAq4/gO7TGaj8oxA/s1600/12xmx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jVuSc3DGSxs/Tp1ePlQolbI/AAAAAAAAAq4/gO7TGaj8oxA/s320/12xmx.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Dreileben trilogy comes to a nail-biting close with director Christoph Hochhäusler’s expert thriller, which also brings escaped felon Molosch—a peripheral character in the first two parts—into sharp focus. Hot on the killer’s trail, grizzled police inspector Marcus tries to put himself inside the mind of the criminal, even as he begins to wonder if the condemned man really is guilty as charged. Meanwhile, as Molosch flees deeper into Dreileben’s possibly enchanted forest, he has an unexpectedly tender encounter with a young runaway girl—scenes that echo the Frankenstein story and transform One Minute of Darkness into a dark, memorably strange fairy tale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-7905725002044832258?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/7905725002044832258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/dreilebentrilogy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7905725002044832258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7905725002044832258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/dreilebentrilogy.html' title='Dreileben:Trilogy'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ITxG8NnTkRo/Tp1iSnkPi2I/AAAAAAAAArQ/Oyd1iOIWv38/s72-c/plak2oto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-4040007551936886808</id><published>2011-10-17T16:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-17T16:19:55.076+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Other Bank(2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The Other Bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LHAnfVQClH4/TpwHqPWSM2I/AAAAAAAAAqw/05BoMMzwlVE/s1600/posterngn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LHAnfVQClH4/TpwHqPWSM2I/AAAAAAAAAqw/05BoMMzwlVE/s400/posterngn.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Directors: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;George Ovashvili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Georgia | Kazakhstan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour 29 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young refugee and his mother flee ethnic cleansing in the Georgian region of Abkhazia, leaving his father behind. After arriving in the Georgina capital of Tbilisi, the young boy encounters difficulties with his mother, and begins a lonely journey back to Abkahzia to find his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;Reviews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 12-year-old Georgian boy embarks on a dangerous mission to find his father behind enemy lines in the breakaway Republic of Abkhazia in Georgian helmer George Ovashvili's moving feature debut, "The Other Bank." Showcasing impressive perfs from nonpro thesps, especially young Tedo Bekhauri as the lead, "Bank" wisely invests in unobtrusive naturalism and powerful but unsentimental storytelling that should ensure further fest play. That said, the pic doesn't quite pack an emotive enough punch to woo (or wow) auds much beyond Georgian and Russian arthouses. &lt;br /&gt;Variety&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;"Gripping and visually impaling in the land of lost". Stranded in a war-torn-worn-down Tsibili in the aftermath of the conflicts between Abkhazia and Georgia in the early 90′s, 12-year-old Tedo and a slightly reluctant mother find themselves living as refugees, trying to make ends meet. As Tedo’s glue sniffing friends are arrested for petty crimes and the mother favor scummy lovers over her son, the young boy embarks on a journey back to Abkhazia to find the father left behind.&lt;br /&gt;The Other Bank much reminisces of Greek director Angelopoulos film Landscape in the Mist where the children also leaves what they call home on a quest to find a missing father. They both encounter various kinds of people who treat them in various ways, some times quite unexpected. What makes The Other Bank interesting in particular is that it is set in such a remote location, showcasing a reality characterized by poverty, uncertainty and everything else that war brings with. The boy moves through desolate landscapes and cross borders where passing may rob you of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Politics strongly pervades pic, but philosophical aspects which goes hand in hand with a few visually impaling scenes and a grand acting by the [amateur] lead performer turns this into a certain winner. A must see. &lt;br /&gt;Mubi.com&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Stranded in a war-torn-worn-down Tsibili in the aftermath of the conflicts between Abkhazia and Georgia in the early 90′s, 12-year-old Tedo and a slightly reluctant mother find themselves living as refugees, trying to make ends meet. As Tedo's glue sniffing friends are arrested for petty crimes and the mother prefer scummy lovers over him, the young boy embarks on a journey back to Abkhazia to find the father left behind.&lt;br /&gt;The Other Bank much reminisces of Greek director Angelopoulos film Landscape in the Mist, where the children also leave what they call home on a quest to find a missing father. They both encounter various kinds of people who treat them in various ways, some times quite unexpected. What makes The Other Bank interesting in particular is that it is set in such a remote location, showcasing a reality (and the scenes it takes place in) characterized by poverty, uncertainty and everything else that war brings with. The boy moves through desolate landscapes and cross borders where passing may rob you of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Politics strongly pervades pic, but philosophical aspects hand in hand with a few visually impaling scenes and a grand acting by the lead performer turns it into a definite winner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-4040007551936886808?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/4040007551936886808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/other-bank2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/4040007551936886808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/4040007551936886808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/other-bank2009.html' title='The Other Bank(2009)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LHAnfVQClH4/TpwHqPWSM2I/AAAAAAAAAqw/05BoMMzwlVE/s72-c/posterngn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-1226575816374566342</id><published>2011-10-09T12:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-09T12:23:23.675+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Memory of Love (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Memory of Love (2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6TIe73UXyQ/TpFEREaPwfI/AAAAAAAAAqk/2iVV1lbGhNQ/s1600/001dfb82_medium.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6TIe73UXyQ/TpFEREaPwfI/AAAAAAAAAqk/2iVV1lbGhNQ/s400/001dfb82_medium.jpeg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Director: Chao Wang&lt;br /&gt;Country: China&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Runtime: 92 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman, He Sizhu, and her lover, Chen Mo, are in a car accident. When she wakes up at the hospital where her husband is a surgeon, she has forgotten everything. Her lover has become a stranger, but he wants her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-1226575816374566342?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/1226575816374566342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/memory-of-love-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1226575816374566342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1226575816374566342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/memory-of-love-2009.html' title='Memory of Love (2009)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6TIe73UXyQ/TpFEREaPwfI/AAAAAAAAAqk/2iVV1lbGhNQ/s72-c/001dfb82_medium.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-1432998220236359453</id><published>2011-10-08T22:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-08T22:01:53.124+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Brothers (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Brothers (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DqZxhCrcjVE/TpB6lQMOaTI/AAAAAAAAAqg/ISxVwnBKpfk/s1600/brothers1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DqZxhCrcjVE/TpB6lQMOaTI/AAAAAAAAAqg/ISxVwnBKpfk/s400/brothers1.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mika Kaurismäki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Finland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour 25 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two brothers take decidedly different paths when they attempt to seek their fortune. One is a responsible married man who opens up a print shop, working arduously to make a living. The other brother is a hippie who has a young girlfriend. When he stays with his brother, he has an affair with his sister-in-law while his brother sleeps with his girlfriend. The two brother attempt to patch things up after the hippie moves out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-1432998220236359453?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/1432998220236359453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/brothers-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1432998220236359453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1432998220236359453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/brothers-2011.html' title='Brothers (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DqZxhCrcjVE/TpB6lQMOaTI/AAAAAAAAAqg/ISxVwnBKpfk/s72-c/brothers1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-7238857709139401698</id><published>2011-10-07T17:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-07T17:02:20.033+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Turin Horse (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The Turin Horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZIB8gG5cOQ/To7iow0UrXI/AAAAAAAAAqc/RfRJix0M9oc/s1600/tumblrlsbbnqgver1r112j4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZIB8gG5cOQ/To7iow0UrXI/AAAAAAAAAqc/RfRJix0M9oc/s400/tumblrlsbbnqgver1r112j4.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0398555/" itemprop="director"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Directors:&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0850601/" itemprop="director"&gt;Béla Tarr&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0398555/" itemprop="director"&gt;Ágnes Hranitzky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Country: Hungary&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Runtime:&lt;time datetime="PT146M" itemprop="duration"&gt;146 min&amp;nbsp;&lt;/time&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1889. German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche witnessed the whipping of a horse while traveling in Turin, Italy. He tossed his arms around the horse's neck to protect it then collapsed to the ground. In less than one month, Nietzsche would be diagnosed with a serious mental illness that would make him bed-ridden and speechless for the next eleven years until his death. But whatever did happen to the horse? This film, which is Tarr's last, follows up this question in a fictionalized story of what occurred. The man who whipped the horse is a rural farmer who makes his living taking on carting jobs into the city with his horse-drawn cart. The horse is old and in very poor health, but does its best to obey its master's commands. The farmer and his daughter must come to the understanding that it will be unable to go on sustaining their livelihoods. The dying of the horse is the foundation of this tragic tale. Written by Anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-7238857709139401698?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/7238857709139401698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/turin-horse-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7238857709139401698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7238857709139401698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/turin-horse-2011.html' title='The Turin Horse (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZIB8gG5cOQ/To7iow0UrXI/AAAAAAAAAqc/RfRJix0M9oc/s72-c/tumblrlsbbnqgver1r112j4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-7766642552357269328</id><published>2011-10-06T18:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-06T19:19:39.110+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tomboy (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="txt-block" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt-block"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwGfBr0EYw0/To2rELgdJxI/AAAAAAAAAqY/xu_vvfQ7yz8/s1600/Tomboy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwGfBr0EYw0/To2rELgdJxI/AAAAAAAAAqY/xu_vvfQ7yz8/s320/Tomboy.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Director: Céline Sciamma&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Country: France&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Runtime: 84 min &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt-block"&gt;&lt;div class="txt-block"&gt;There is definitely something boyish about ten-year-old Laure. She has recently moved to a new area with her parents and her little sister, Jeanne. It’s summertime and all the other neighbourhood children are playing outside – only Laure is alone, for she knows nobody of her own age. But then, one day, she meets Lisa, a girl who is exactly the same age. Laure allows her new acquaintance to believe that she is a boy. Laure becomes Mikaël, and, no sooner has she brought about this ‘transformation’ than she begins playing with all the other neighbourhood children. As time passes, Laure’s relationship to Lisa becomes increasingly close, making the ambiguity of her situation ever more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;Céline Sciamma is a proponent of a new generation of filmmakers in France. In an interview with “Cineuropa” in August 2007 she comments: “I became a cinephile as a result of young French cinema of the 90s: Desplechin, Lvovsky, Rochant. But I like Gus Van Sant and Larry Clark a lot too for their work on adolescence, not to forget David Lynch.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-7766642552357269328?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/7766642552357269328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/tomboy-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7766642552357269328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7766642552357269328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/tomboy-2011.html' title='Tomboy (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwGfBr0EYw0/To2rELgdJxI/AAAAAAAAAqY/xu_vvfQ7yz8/s72-c/Tomboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-5420381626219689201</id><published>2011-10-05T11:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-05T11:47:30.272+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Familiar Ground (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&amp;nbsp;En terrains connus&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Director: Stéphane Lafleur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uV2MJ_a-40s/Tov1ZZfcdYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/urMYRZ7QFKY/s1600/1163558gf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uV2MJ_a-40s/Tov1ZZfcdYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/urMYRZ7QFKY/s400/1163558gf.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Country: Canada&lt;br /&gt;Runtime:&amp;nbsp;  90 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maryse and her husband are desperate to sell a backhoe sitting abandoned in their suburban yard. Her brother, Benoit, is trapped in endless adolescence, sharing their childhood home with their invalid father. Benoit is enamoured with a single mom named Nathalie, and he's hoping to finally grow up by living with her... but Nathalie's son does not approve. A serious accident at the factory where Maryse works, a strange series of coincidences, and the arrival of a Man claiming to come from the future launch Maryse and Benoit on a life-changing road trip. Following up his acclaimed feature film Continental, a film without guns, filmmaker Stephane Lafleur once again brings us an ensemble of compelling characters, in a story where the ordinary and the fantastic collide. Written by Anonymous  from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1671457/"&gt;imdb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-5420381626219689201?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/5420381626219689201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/familiar-ground-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/5420381626219689201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/5420381626219689201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/familiar-ground-2011.html' title='Familiar Ground (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uV2MJ_a-40s/Tov1ZZfcdYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/urMYRZ7QFKY/s72-c/1163558gf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-792854327749554765</id><published>2011-10-04T13:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-04T13:18:09.596+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MELANCHOLIA (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;MELANCHOLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTYasYCt7mU/Toq3lf6aXgI/AAAAAAAAAqM/KwpBXes6KFQ/s1600/Melancholia-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTYasYCt7mU/Toq3lf6aXgI/AAAAAAAAAqM/KwpBXes6KFQ/s400/Melancholia-poster.jpg" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Director:&lt;/strong&gt; Lars von Trier&lt;br /&gt;Country: Denmark&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Runtime:&lt;time datetime="PT136M" itemprop="duration"&gt;136 min&lt;/time&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film begins with an intro sequence, with a number of semi-abstract images of the main characters as well as images from space, showing the end of the world. Melancholia is divided into two parts, the first being a family drama about the girl Justine (Kirsten Dunst), who is alienated from her family at her own wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Part two is an apocalyptic drama about Justine and her sister Claire (Charlotte Gainsbourg), who has to deal with the possible end of the world, as a previously unknown Counter-Earth planet, called Melancholia, is on collision course with Earth.&lt;br /&gt;In part one, the young couple Justine and Michael (Alexander Skarsgård) are getting married at a castle, but the party is far from successful, as Justine’s divorced parents (John Hurt and Charlotte Rampling) are openly fighting at the dinner. Justine herself is both alienated from her sister, her new husband, her boss (Stellan Skarsgård) and her parents.&lt;br /&gt;She drifts away from the party, and becomes increasingly depressed and desperate during the night. At several occasions, she looks at a specific star, which seems to shine brighter than normal. Claire’s husband John (Kiefer Sutherland) says it is the star Antares, and later in the movie the star disappears. At the end of the party, Michael leaves Justine, implying that their marriage is called off.&lt;br /&gt;In part two, Justine has become severely depressed, and visits Claire and John, who lives in the same castle with their son Leo (Cameron Spurr). To begin with, Justine is unable to do normal everyday things like taking a bath or eat, but becomes more self confident over time.&lt;br /&gt;It has been revealed that the reason for Antares’ disappearance was due to the planet Melancholia, which had previously been hidden behind the sun, had moved in front of the star and blocked it from view.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, Melancholia has become visible in the sky. John, being very keen on astronomy, is excited about the planet, and looks forward to the so-called fly-by, as Earth and Melancholia are supposed to pass by each other.&lt;br /&gt;Claire is very fearful about the planet, and believes it is the end of the world. On the night of the fly-by, it seems that John was right, as Melancholia passes by Earth, and nothing happens. In the following days, however, it turns out that Melancholia is coming back around. As John finds out, he commits suicide by taking pills.&lt;br /&gt;His dead body is found by Claire, who decides to keep it a secret. She then talks to Justine, who is extremely cynical about the impending doom. However, she tries to comfort Leo by building a crude shelter out of wooden sticks. The film ends with Justine, Claire and Leo sitting inside the shelter, as Melancholia collides with Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Rv9QYAOi94/Toq5-OyXBDI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Eby_VfTwT_U/s1600/Melancholia_F11_framegrab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Rv9QYAOi94/Toq5-OyXBDI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Eby_VfTwT_U/s320/Melancholia_F11_framegrab.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="subpage_container"&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; DIRECTORS STATEMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like waking from a dream: my producer showed me a suggestion for a poster. “What is that?” I ask. ”It’s a film you’ve made!” she replies. ”I hope not,” I stammer. Trailers are shown ... stills ... it looks like shit. I’m shaken.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong ... I’ve worked on the film for two years. With great pleasure. But perhaps I’ve deceived myself. Let myself be tempted. Not that anyone has done anything wrong ... on the contrary, everybody has worked loyally and with talent toward the goal defined by me alone. But when my producer presents me with the cold facts, a shiver runs down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;This is cream on cream. A woman’s film! I feel ready to reject the film like a wrongly transplanted organ.&lt;br /&gt;But what was it I wanted? With a state of mind as my starting point, I desired to dive headlong into the abyss of German romanticism. Wagner in spades. That much I know. But is that not just another way of expressing defeat? Defeat to the lowest of cinematic common denominators? Romance is abused in all sorts of endlessly dull ways in mainstream products. &lt;br /&gt;And then, I must admit, I have had happy love relationships with romantic cinema ... to name the obvious: Visconti!&lt;br /&gt;German romance that leaves you breathless. But in Visconti, there was always something to elevate matters beyond the trivial ... elevate it to masterpieces!&lt;br /&gt;I am confused now and feel guilty. What have I done?&lt;br /&gt;Is it ’exit Trier?’ I cling to the hope that there may be a bone splinter amid all the cream that may, after all, crack a fragile tooth ... I close my eyes and hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lars von Trier, Copenhagen, April 13, 2011.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-792854327749554765?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/792854327749554765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/melancholia-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/792854327749554765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/792854327749554765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/melancholia-2011.html' title='MELANCHOLIA (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTYasYCt7mU/Toq3lf6aXgI/AAAAAAAAAqM/KwpBXes6KFQ/s72-c/Melancholia-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-4254348602948669789</id><published>2011-10-03T19:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-03T19:49:32.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Cat Vanishes (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The Cat Vanishes (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1ZkujLT2P4/TonDvttRVVI/AAAAAAAAAqE/99hLorQdEh0/s1600/elgatodesaparece-afiche.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1ZkujLT2P4/TonDvttRVVI/AAAAAAAAAqE/99hLorQdEh0/s400/elgatodesaparece-afiche.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Director: Carlos Sorin&lt;br /&gt;Country:&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/country/ar"&gt;Argentina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runtime:&amp;nbsp; 90 min &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Luis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Romero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a history professor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;who suffers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a psychotic break&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;assaulted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a colleague.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Beatrice,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;his wife,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;neuropsychiatric&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;internal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Later&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Luis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;returns home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, supposedly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;cured, but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Beatriz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;doubt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;his sanity.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Especially after&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the disappearance of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Donatello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, the cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="txt-block"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-4254348602948669789?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/4254348602948669789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/cat-vanishes-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/4254348602948669789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/4254348602948669789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/cat-vanishes-2011.html' title='The Cat Vanishes (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1ZkujLT2P4/TonDvttRVVI/AAAAAAAAAqE/99hLorQdEh0/s72-c/elgatodesaparece-afiche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-8423579675361040518</id><published>2011-10-03T13:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-03T13:54:59.873+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Drive (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Drive (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-havnCJzroPQ/Tolw2mBd6tI/AAAAAAAAAqA/tus-GepwTPA/s1600/MV5BOTM1ODQ0Nzc4NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMTM0MjQyNg%2540%2540._V1._SY317_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-havnCJzroPQ/Tolw2mBd6tI/AAAAAAAAAqA/tus-GepwTPA/s640/MV5BOTM1ODQ0Nzc4NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMTM0MjQyNg%2540%2540._V1._SY317_.jpg" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Director: Nicolas Winding Refn&lt;br /&gt;Country: USA&lt;br /&gt;Runtime: 100 min&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hollywood stunt performer who moonlights as a wheelman discovers that a contract has been put on him after a heist gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-8423579675361040518?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/8423579675361040518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/drive-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/8423579675361040518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/8423579675361040518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/10/drive-2011.html' title='Drive (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-havnCJzroPQ/Tolw2mBd6tI/AAAAAAAAAqA/tus-GepwTPA/s72-c/MV5BOTM1ODQ0Nzc4NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMTM0MjQyNg%2540%2540._V1._SY317_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-7002859455972568919</id><published>2011-09-27T16:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-27T16:09:07.363+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No tengas miedo (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No tengas miedo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cVDQ0xBtHXc/ToGmbk8jGsI/AAAAAAAAAp8/iGZtgnJmeAg/s1600/001dbcf3_medium.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cVDQ0xBtHXc/ToGmbk8jGsI/AAAAAAAAAp8/iGZtgnJmeAg/s400/001dbcf3_medium.jpeg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Director: Montxo Armendáriz&lt;br /&gt;Country: Spain&lt;br /&gt;89mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;"Fear not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;,"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Silvia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;is a young&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;marked by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a dark&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;childhood.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;At just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;25 years&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;decides to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;rebuild her life and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;deal with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, feelings&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and emotions&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;that keep you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;tied&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to the past.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;And in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;their struggle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;against adversity,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;against itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, you will learn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to control their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;fears&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and become&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;an adult woman,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;mistress of her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-7002859455972568919?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/7002859455972568919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-tengas-miedo-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7002859455972568919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7002859455972568919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-tengas-miedo-2011.html' title='No tengas miedo (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cVDQ0xBtHXc/ToGmbk8jGsI/AAAAAAAAAp8/iGZtgnJmeAg/s72-c/001dbcf3_medium.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-3144142417051786991</id><published>2011-09-25T21:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-25T21:13:11.568+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Jewel (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The Jewel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4d-ibAOTO3Q/Tn9LdtXEdJI/AAAAAAAAAp4/MmtK3LkS4kw/s1600/3d6aba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4d-ibAOTO3Q/Tn9LdtXEdJI/AAAAAAAAAp4/MmtK3LkS4kw/s400/3d6aba.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Director: Andrea Molaioli&lt;br /&gt;Country: Italy&lt;br /&gt;Runtime: 110 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dramatic reconstruction of a financial scandal involving a major food processing company (inspired by the actual case of the dairy giant Parmalat) run by prominent entrepreneur Rastelli and his trusted accountant Botta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-3144142417051786991?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/3144142417051786991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/jewel-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3144142417051786991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3144142417051786991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/jewel-2011.html' title='The Jewel (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4d-ibAOTO3Q/Tn9LdtXEdJI/AAAAAAAAAp4/MmtK3LkS4kw/s72-c/3d6aba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-6400350598164403813</id><published>2011-09-23T19:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:54:42.835+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pina (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Pina (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zw14mPt3XG8/TnyWLJZpMcI/AAAAAAAAAp0/3MxXZ_znhrQ/s1600/a49c2b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zw14mPt3XG8/TnyWLJZpMcI/AAAAAAAAAp0/3MxXZ_znhrQ/s400/a49c2b.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Directed by&lt;/b&gt;: Wim Wenders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country&lt;/b&gt;: Germany, France, UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime&lt;/b&gt;: 106 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pina is an essay on the life and work of renowned choreographer Pina Bausch. Pina appears in some archival footage, and several members of her dance troupe testify to her ingenuity and artistic inspiration. The spirit of Pina, however, lives on in her dances: the film offers four of Bausch’s famed dances in their entirety, but dispersed and intercut throughout the film. The opening dance, The Rite of Spring, is a mesmerizing and penetrating ballet through a field of earth. The film’s hindrance may be that the first number is the strongest, but all four dances are sharp and provocative, and they alternate between soundstages and exterior settings.&lt;br /&gt;Aside from moving the dances outdoors, Wenders transcends the theatrical boundaries of Pina’s stage and offers a wholly cinematic rendering of her dances by shooting them in marvelous 3D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-6400350598164403813?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/6400350598164403813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/pina-2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6400350598164403813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6400350598164403813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/pina-2011.html' title='Pina (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zw14mPt3XG8/TnyWLJZpMcI/AAAAAAAAAp0/3MxXZ_znhrQ/s72-c/a49c2b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-3076048105577614166</id><published>2011-09-21T10:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-21T10:30:36.426+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Habemus Papam (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Habemus Papam (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ILZ_yYnPvQs/TnltTE6QxUI/AAAAAAAAApw/8AN7lG3MwGg/s1600/MV5BMTMxMzQ5ODI2NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzExMjcwNQ%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR4%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ILZ_yYnPvQs/TnltTE6QxUI/AAAAAAAAApw/8AN7lG3MwGg/s400/MV5BMTMxMzQ5ODI2NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzExMjcwNQ%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR4%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Director: Nanni Moretti&lt;br /&gt;Country: Italy | France&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Runtime:&lt;time datetime="PT102M" itemprop="duration"&gt;102 min&amp;nbsp;&lt;/time&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;time datetime="PT102M" itemprop="duration"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/time&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;After the death&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;of the Pope,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the conclave&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;met to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;elect his successor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Many&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;votes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;are needed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the white smoke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;rises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Finally he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;chose a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;cardinal!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the faithful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;who have gathered&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;St. Peter's Square&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;waiting in vain for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the appearance on the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;balcony of the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;new pontiff.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;The latter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;does not seem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;prepared&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to support the weight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;of this responsibility.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Is it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;anxiety?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Depression?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Fear of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;living up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;The whole world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;will soon be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;prey to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;anxiety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, while&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;at the Vatican,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;seeking solutions&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to overcome the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;crisis ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-3076048105577614166?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/3076048105577614166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/habemus-papam-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3076048105577614166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3076048105577614166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/habemus-papam-2011.html' title='Habemus Papam (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ILZ_yYnPvQs/TnltTE6QxUI/AAAAAAAAApw/8AN7lG3MwGg/s72-c/MV5BMTMxMzQ5ODI2NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzExMjcwNQ%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR4%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-1113830961075343549</id><published>2011-09-20T20:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-20T20:45:32.708+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Tree Of Life (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The Tree Of Life (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-FfcPsDPFE/Tnis93yVXdI/AAAAAAAAApo/gOsja7gUzJQ/s1600/001d9cbf.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-FfcPsDPFE/Tnis93yVXdI/AAAAAAAAApo/gOsja7gUzJQ/s400/001d9cbf.jpeg" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director:&lt;/b&gt; Terrence Malick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country&lt;/b&gt;: USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime&lt;/b&gt;: 139min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The impressionistic story of a Texas family in the 1950s. The film follows the life journey of the eldest son, Jack, through the innocence of childhood to his disillusioned adult years as he tries to reconcile a complicated relationship with his father (Brad Pitt). Jack (played as an adult by Sean Penn) finds himself a lost soul in the modern world, seeking answers to the origins and meaning of life while questioning the existence of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;An IMDb Review: Haunting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike a novel the stories in this movie do not unfold, revelation following revelation, culminating in a definable message or theme. There is no moral, no hero, no emotional epiphanies. What it presents is an extraordinarily haunting vision of childhood, how the things we love the most are as fragile as morning dew yet immensely powerful. The things that connect us, separate us, and bewilder us - again and again and again throughout our lives. The saddest, most insightful, most poignant portrayal of a family I have ever seen. Genius. How can this film achieve commercial success? it seems impossible. How did a film so ambitious get made when everything that makes money today is everything this film isn't? Bravo to the producers, bravo to the early critics who are stepping up and speaking out for this deeply moving masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-1113830961075343549?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/1113830961075343549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/tree-of-life-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1113830961075343549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1113830961075343549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/tree-of-life-2011.html' title='The Tree Of Life (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-FfcPsDPFE/Tnis93yVXdI/AAAAAAAAApo/gOsja7gUzJQ/s72-c/001d9cbf.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-6208296014526147564</id><published>2011-09-18T10:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-18T10:43:27.035+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Kid with a Bike (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The Kid with a Bike (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AVoqzqrYQGc/TnV85NXkwXI/AAAAAAAAApk/_wUJJMO3VHM/s1600/2b0911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AVoqzqrYQGc/TnV85NXkwXI/AAAAAAAAApk/_wUJJMO3VHM/s400/2b0911.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Directed by&lt;/b&gt;: Jean-Pierre Dardenne,Luc Dardenne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Writers&lt;/b&gt;: Jean-Pierre Dardenne, Luc Dardenne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre&lt;/b&gt;: Drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country&lt;/b&gt;: Belgium, France, Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Language&lt;/b&gt;: French&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Plot Outline&lt;/b&gt;: Abandoned by his father, a young boy is left in the hands of an unqualified childcare provider.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime&lt;/b&gt;: 87 min .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyril, almost 12, has only one plan: to find the father who left him temporarily in a children's home.&lt;br /&gt;By chance he meets Samantha, who runs a hairdressing salon and agrees to let him stay with her at weekends.&lt;br /&gt;Cyril doesn't recognize the love Samantha feels for him, a love he desperately needs to calm his rage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-6208296014526147564?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/6208296014526147564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/kid-with-bike-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6208296014526147564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6208296014526147564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/kid-with-bike-2011.html' title='The Kid with a Bike (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AVoqzqrYQGc/TnV85NXkwXI/AAAAAAAAApk/_wUJJMO3VHM/s72-c/2b0911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-5096481674133630416</id><published>2011-09-17T09:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-17T09:25:40.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Separation (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A Separation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BdPxaWjQTxY/TnQYJh1FxGI/AAAAAAAAApg/UP9AWb8YQXs/s1600/jodaeiyenaderazsimin670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BdPxaWjQTxY/TnQYJh1FxGI/AAAAAAAAApg/UP9AWb8YQXs/s400/jodaeiyenaderazsimin670.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 class="inline"&gt;Director:Asghar Farhadi&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 class="inline"&gt;Country:Iran&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 class="inline"&gt;Runtime:120min&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 class="inline"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;The film&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;is about to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;divorce,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;child&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;custody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;tells the story&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;of a couple&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;falling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Simin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;wants&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to leave Iran&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;her ​​husband,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Nader and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;his daughter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Termeh'le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Nader&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;refuses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to quit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;over the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;divorce case&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;of Alzheimer's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;his father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, Simin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, the case&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;goes to the house&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;of his parents&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;rejected&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the request&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Termeh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;father&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Nader&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;his father&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to look after&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;her daughter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;keeps&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a pregnant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;young&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;will lead to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;more problems&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="ghost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-5096481674133630416?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/5096481674133630416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/separation-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/5096481674133630416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/5096481674133630416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/separation-2011.html' title='A Separation (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BdPxaWjQTxY/TnQYJh1FxGI/AAAAAAAAApg/UP9AWb8YQXs/s72-c/jodaeiyenaderazsimin670.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-3142291983456517693</id><published>2011-09-15T18:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-15T18:16:34.585+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Indian Woman: A Historical Sketch (1975)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The Indian Woman: A Historical Sketch (1975)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wRxs8f8x4Y/TnHy14TqDMI/AAAAAAAAApc/xKrJRRGlRdQ/s1600/theindianwoman1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wRxs8f8x4Y/TnHy14TqDMI/AAAAAAAAApc/xKrJRRGlRdQ/s320/theindianwoman1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Director.........: Mani Kaul&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Country..........: India&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mani Kaul's superior documentary on the plight of Indian women made at the height of the emergency in 1975. Kaul refused to sign the film after Indira Gandhi asked him to make some changes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-3142291983456517693?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/3142291983456517693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/indian-woman-historical-sketch-1975.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3142291983456517693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3142291983456517693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/indian-woman-historical-sketch-1975.html' title='The Indian Woman: A Historical Sketch (1975)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wRxs8f8x4Y/TnHy14TqDMI/AAAAAAAAApc/xKrJRRGlRdQ/s72-c/theindianwoman1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-2187607736482832927</id><published>2011-09-15T14:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-15T14:33:05.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Reconstruction / Hashikhzur (1994)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The Reconstruction / Hashikhzur (1994)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tEInyWAdjP0/TnG-u1f4-wI/AAAAAAAAApY/H8YubG5VDaQ/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tEInyWAdjP0/TnG-u1f4-wI/AAAAAAAAApY/H8YubG5VDaQ/s320/images.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Director.........: Avi Mograbi&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Country..........: Israel&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 8, 1983 a fifteen year old Jewish boy from the city of Haifa was kidnapped, murdered and sexually abused after his death. Five Arabs who worked in in the neighborhood’s supermarket were convicted and imprisoned for life and 27 years. The conviction was based only on the defendants’ confessions and reconstructions. Seventeen years after their conviction, the five defendants still claim they are innocent.THE RECONSTRUCTION follows the police investigation and juridical process step by step. The heart of the film is the original videotaped reconstructions of the murder performed by the defendants in which they admit their guilt. Presented also is a secretly recorded audio tape made by the police during the investigation in which one of the defendants begs his alibi witness to withdraw his favorable testimony. Introducing a surprising new evidence by former Head of Investigations in The Israeli Security Service as to the defendants’ state during the investigation and a pathological analysis of the original death certificate in relation to the defendants’ reconstructions - the film raises doubts as to whether the five have at all taken part in the murder and as to the ability to ever learn the truth, concerning a specific event and in general.&lt;tt&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-2187607736482832927?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/2187607736482832927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/reconstruction-hashikhzur-1994.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/2187607736482832927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/2187607736482832927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/reconstruction-hashikhzur-1994.html' title='The Reconstruction / Hashikhzur (1994)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tEInyWAdjP0/TnG-u1f4-wI/AAAAAAAAApY/H8YubG5VDaQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-7896754489437663594</id><published>2011-09-13T17:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-13T17:00:47.854+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oxen (1991) aka The Ox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oxen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfpLsi1RsnQ/Tm8-QSGKzpI/AAAAAAAAApU/JYfUZOKKu84/s1600/01_07_51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfpLsi1RsnQ/Tm8-QSGKzpI/AAAAAAAAApU/JYfUZOKKu84/s320/01_07_51.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director:&lt;/b&gt; Sven Nykvist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country:&lt;/b&gt; Sweden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime:&lt;/b&gt; 92 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: greenyellow;"&gt;Based on a true story during a famine in nineteenth century Sweden, this deeply moral story is played by the royalty of Scandinavian film and theater (Max von Sydow, Liv Ullmann and Erland Josephson). Helge (Stellan Skarsgard) and his wife Elfrida (Ewa Froling) live on the farmland of their master Svenning (Lennart Hjulstrom). They have no food for the winter. Helge decides to kill one of his employer's two oxen to save his wife and infant daughter from starvation. Should Helge be caught, he'll suffer severe punishment. With the help of appalled wife, Helge carves up the meat and hides it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ox" shows the excruciating consequences Helge, his wife and their baby daughter will have to undergo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director Sven Nykvist, best known as Ingmar Bergman's cinematographer, has no problem conveying the surface grimness of the situation. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-7896754489437663594?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/7896754489437663594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/oxen-1991-aka-ox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7896754489437663594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7896754489437663594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/oxen-1991-aka-ox.html' title='Oxen (1991) aka The Ox'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfpLsi1RsnQ/Tm8-QSGKzpI/AAAAAAAAApU/JYfUZOKKu84/s72-c/01_07_51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-6097977520226354058</id><published>2011-09-13T13:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-13T13:30:13.176+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Son of Babylon (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Son of Babylon (2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KTsnnom39BE/Tm8NFuze7PI/AAAAAAAAApQ/_6pt9elFvbo/s1600/4640-PosterLarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KTsnnom39BE/Tm8NFuze7PI/AAAAAAAAApQ/_6pt9elFvbo/s320/4640-PosterLarge.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Director:&lt;/span&gt;Mohamed Al Daradji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Country: &lt;/span&gt;Iraq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Runtime:&lt;/span&gt; 182 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A willful young boy follows his just as obstinate grandmother in a journey across Iraq, determined to discover the fate of her missing son, Ahmed's father, who never returned from war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-6097977520226354058?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/6097977520226354058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/son-of-babylon-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6097977520226354058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6097977520226354058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/son-of-babylon-2009.html' title='Son of Babylon (2009)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KTsnnom39BE/Tm8NFuze7PI/AAAAAAAAApQ/_6pt9elFvbo/s72-c/4640-PosterLarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-2825942848918817511</id><published>2011-09-04T16:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-04T16:51:36.872+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Pestering Journey(2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aKbjHe0KM5k/TmNcCv3wEwI/AAAAAAAAApI/saLbh9xQP4s/s1600/POSTER2-a-pestering-journey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aKbjHe0KM5k/TmNcCv3wEwI/AAAAAAAAApI/saLbh9xQP4s/s1600/POSTER2-a-pestering-journey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A &lt;b id="yui_3_3_0_1_1315179440984343"&gt;Pestering Journey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed By: K R Manoj&lt;br /&gt;Written byRanjini Krishnan&lt;br /&gt;K.R. Manoj&lt;br /&gt;CinematographyShehnad Jalal&lt;br /&gt;Running time66 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Country:India &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="Global"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="Global"&gt;A voyage through two pesticide tragedies in post Independent India,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Pestering Journey&lt;/i&gt; is an attempt to interrogate the legitimate forms and technologies of killing available in a culture. Taking a pestering turn, the journey blurs the boundaries of nature and culture, of self and other, of life and death and many other comfortable binaries we inhabit. It tries to ask how much regard for life a culture should have to ponder over the question, what a pest is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pestering Journey unravels the many interwoven layers of culture and agriculture and foregrounds the logic of green revolution. In an atypical move it challenges and changes the idioms of pesticide and genocide and reveals the claims over knowledge and expertise which pushes a pesticide like Endosulfan to a dubious position between poison and medicine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-2825942848918817511?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/2825942848918817511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/pestering-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/2825942848918817511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/2825942848918817511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/pestering-journey.html' title='A Pestering Journey(2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aKbjHe0KM5k/TmNcCv3wEwI/AAAAAAAAApI/saLbh9xQP4s/s72-c/POSTER2-a-pestering-journey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-1929280612450167958</id><published>2011-09-02T11:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-02T11:34:23.806+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Farewell to the Ark(1984)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jccNIXjLz7E/TmBxYVWgXmI/AAAAAAAAApE/kbjzzxTuQH4/s1600/farewellarkhu0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jccNIXjLz7E/TmBxYVWgXmI/AAAAAAAAApE/kbjzzxTuQH4/s320/farewellarkhu0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647638595584941666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell to the Ark(1984)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold"&gt;Director:&lt;/span&gt; Shuji Terayama&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Writers:&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0305781/"&gt;Gabriel García Márquez&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;(novel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold"&gt;Country:&lt;/span&gt; Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime:&lt;/b&gt; 127 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a legend that the married couple who also are cousins have a  tailed child at this village. Sutekichi and Sue are cousins, and they  marry against the kinsfolk. But Sue wears the chasity band, so they  can't making love. One day, Sutekichi kills Daisaku who is a relative at  a cockpit. After then, Daisaku's ghost appears and Sutekichi is losing  'the words' of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a tale that is visually stunning in  certain segments, director Shuji Terayama (who died before this movie  was released) has woven a spell of magic and social reprobation around  the forbidden love of two cousins. Su-e (Mayumi Ogawa) and her cousin  Sutekichi (Tsutomu Yamazaki), a descendant of one of the village clans,  live together but have been forbidden by her father to have sexual  contact. Like other villagers, he believes that if cousins have children  together, the children will suffer serious birth defects. His remedy is  to make Su-e wear a large, ugly chastity belt. Unable to take the  ridicule of his fellow villagers, Sutekichi stabs the head of the clan  to death and then runs away with Su-e. After some time elapses, the two  make their way back to the village, but by then Sutekichi is suffering  the effects of his actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-1929280612450167958?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/1929280612450167958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/farewell-to-ark1984.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1929280612450167958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1929280612450167958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/09/farewell-to-ark1984.html' title='Farewell to the Ark(1984)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jccNIXjLz7E/TmBxYVWgXmI/AAAAAAAAApE/kbjzzxTuQH4/s72-c/farewellarkhu0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-1138242765667347000</id><published>2011-08-29T18:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-29T18:42:48.982+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Korkoro aka Freedom (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vr-8me-xzZY/TluP6bj18UI/AAAAAAAAAo8/wBSPKYGiEAU/s1600/jsli7c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vr-8me-xzZY/TluP6bj18UI/AAAAAAAAAo8/wBSPKYGiEAU/s320/jsli7c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646264791832326466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korkoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Director: Tony Gatlif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country:&lt;/b&gt; France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime:&lt;/b&gt; 106 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Gypsy family travels the French roads during the Second World War,  followed by Little Claude, a young boy seeking a new family after his  parents "left and never returned". Upon reaching a town where they  traditionally stop for a few months and work in vineyards, they learn  that a new law forbids them from being nomadic. Theodore, the town's  mayor, and Miss Lundi, the schoolteacher, protect and help the Gypsies.  Despite this, They are arrested and placed in an internment camp.  Theodore manages to rescue them and gives them a piece of property where  they must settle. But the Gypsies' deeply ingrained thirst for freedom  makes this sedentary lifestyle difficult to bear. After Theodore and  Miss Lundi are arrested for resistance, the Gypsies decide they must get  back on the move in order to remain free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-1138242765667347000?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/1138242765667347000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/korkoro-aka-freedom-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1138242765667347000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1138242765667347000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/korkoro-aka-freedom-2009.html' title='Korkoro aka Freedom (2009)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vr-8me-xzZY/TluP6bj18UI/AAAAAAAAAo8/wBSPKYGiEAU/s72-c/jsli7c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-2313834479009098423</id><published>2011-08-28T12:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-28T12:31:20.921+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Mother and the Whore (1973)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TghgcsN3Lk4/TlnnCtJL23I/AAAAAAAAAo0/xVetX2zxdro/s1600/001d32b3_medium.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TghgcsN3Lk4/TlnnCtJL23I/AAAAAAAAAo0/xVetX2zxdro/s320/001d32b3_medium.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645797641549503346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Mother and the Whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="txt-block"&gt;   &lt;h4 class="inline"&gt;     Director:&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0262402/" itemprop="director"&gt;Jean Eustache&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;Country:France&lt;br /&gt;Runtime:217min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/country/fr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="txt-block"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;One of the most important French films of the 1970s, Jean Eustache's  marathon drama focuses on three twentysomething Parisians in a bizarre  love triangle: Alexandre (Jean-Pierre Léaud) is a seemingly unemployed  narcissist involved with both a live-in girlfriend (Bernadette Lafont)  and a Polish nurse (Franoise Lebrun) whom he picked up at a café and  with whom he begins a desultory affair. Clocking in at over 3 1/2 hours,  the movie focuses less on plot than on the confused and ambivalent  interrelations of these three lost souls. As such, it becomes a searing  document of the aftermath of Paris's social and sexual revolutions of  the Sixties, particularly the uprisings of May 1968. These characters  know that they are supposed to be free and liberated, but they don't  quite know how to go about it, or how to make it work in practice, and  their efforts don't seem to make them any happier. In the guise of a  plotless style seemingly borrowed from cinéma vérité documentaries,  Eustache unfolds a critique of both the illusory liberations of his  social moment and the dead-end heritage of his cinematic moment. By  casting Jean-Pierre Léaud, an icon of the French New Wave who first made  his name as the star of Franois Truffaut's pioneering The 400 Blows  (1959), Eustache sets out to rewrite the conventions of a French New  Wave that had changed from a revolutionary film movement into a  formulaic mainstream style. Despite its deceptively rambling manner, the  film effortlessly intertwines its characters' psychological dilemmas  with a portrait of its cultural moment with a revision of a wide swath  of film history from Truffaut's Jules and Jim to Jean Renoir's Rules of  the Game to Ernst Lubitsch's Design for Living. This experimental  classic is not for all viewers, but it's an unforgettable, and  historically indispensable, experience for those who can stick with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-2313834479009098423?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/2313834479009098423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/mother-and-whore-1973.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/2313834479009098423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/2313834479009098423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/mother-and-whore-1973.html' title='The Mother and the Whore (1973)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TghgcsN3Lk4/TlnnCtJL23I/AAAAAAAAAo0/xVetX2zxdro/s72-c/001d32b3_medium.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-3998343596269728292</id><published>2011-08-24T18:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-24T18:06:46.378+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ballad of Narayama(1958)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtVZGQSHyr4/TlTv7eVOJPI/AAAAAAAAAos/Nw2XfSi1hlo/s1600/cov20ballad20of20naraya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtVZGQSHyr4/TlTv7eVOJPI/AAAAAAAAAos/Nw2XfSi1hlo/s320/cov20ballad20of20naraya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644400038035465458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballad of Narayama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director:Keisuke Kinoshita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country:&lt;/b&gt; Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime:&lt;/b&gt; 1:38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the novel by Shichiro Fukuzawa, Narayama Bushiko is a haunting  and deeply affecting portrait of love and humanity struggling against  the rigidity of tradition, obedience, and sense of duty. Using jarring,  anachronistic imagery and unusually stylized artificial lighting,  Keisuke Kinoshita presents a relevant examination of the pervasive  national ideology of wartime Japan that underscores the dichotomous, and  often self-destructive conflict between personal conscience and social  conformity: the idiosyncratic fusion of traditional (kabuki) and modern  (film) dramatic media; the perversion of cultural and moral norms within  the primitive society (disrespect for elders, disposability of life,  regression of human logic into base instincts for survival); and the  incongruous, final shot that juxtaposes ancient and contemporary images  to evoke timelessness, passage, and transience. Inevitably, Narayama  Bushiko becomes a haunting allegory on the perils of blind allegiance,  martyrdom, and repression - a humanist reflection of the profound  introspection, cultural erosion, and ideological ambivalence of postwar  Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-3998343596269728292?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/3998343596269728292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/ballad-of-narayama1958.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3998343596269728292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3998343596269728292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/ballad-of-narayama1958.html' title='Ballad of Narayama(1958)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtVZGQSHyr4/TlTv7eVOJPI/AAAAAAAAAos/Nw2XfSi1hlo/s72-c/cov20ballad20of20naraya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-3905353680359164828</id><published>2011-08-21T12:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-21T12:13:02.690+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ARIRANG(2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SjXjaRBleP0/TlCoJ85nElI/AAAAAAAAAok/H9W1vW9HrQk/s1600/arirang_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SjXjaRBleP0/TlCoJ85nElI/AAAAAAAAAok/H9W1vW9HrQk/s320/arirang_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643195222015283794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ARIRANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by&lt;/strong&gt; Kim Ki-duk&lt;br /&gt;Country:South Korea&lt;br /&gt;Runtime:100min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arirang is&lt;br /&gt;about Kim Ki-duk&lt;br /&gt;playing 3 roles in 1.&lt;br /&gt;Through Arirang I climb over one hill in life.&lt;br /&gt;Through Arirang I understand human beings, thank the nature, and accept my life as it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now...&lt;br /&gt;in the terrestrial world lurking with desires,&lt;br /&gt;in the ghostly world lurking with sorrow&lt;br /&gt;in the imaginary world lurking with dreams,&lt;br /&gt;with no beginning nor end,&lt;br /&gt;slowly going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is affection that it still remains all around me decaying?&lt;br /&gt;It’s still stuck to the crown of my head, testing my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;It’s still hiding deep within my heart, testing my sense of compassion.&lt;br /&gt;If I didn’t give my heart, they would be bad people erased from memories  but if I gave my heart, I couldn’t let them go till the day that I die  as despicable people.&lt;br /&gt;Ah...&lt;br /&gt;Arirang&lt;br /&gt;Alright&lt;br /&gt;Let’s mercilessly kill each other in our hearts till we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even today&lt;br /&gt;I hold back as I get angry&lt;br /&gt;I laugh as I get jealous&lt;br /&gt;I love as I despise&lt;br /&gt;And forgive as I quiver with the urge to kill.&lt;br /&gt;Wait&lt;br /&gt;I will kill&lt;br /&gt;Myself, who remembers you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Korea, winter 2010-11. Film-maker Kim Ki-duk is shown living in a  skeletal hillside home in the country, with just a cat for company. He  chops his own wood, eats plain, simple food, sleeps in a tent inside the  house and, claiming to be unable to make films any longer, interviews  himself in a confessional-cum-obituary. Occasionally, he sings the  melancholic Korean folk song &lt;em&gt;Arirang&lt;/em&gt;. Finally, he drives into Seoul to take vengeance against those who "betrayed" him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-3905353680359164828?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/3905353680359164828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/arirang2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3905353680359164828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3905353680359164828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/arirang2011.html' title='ARIRANG(2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SjXjaRBleP0/TlCoJ85nElI/AAAAAAAAAok/H9W1vW9HrQk/s72-c/arirang_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-7501610880702757633</id><published>2011-08-19T17:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-19T17:22:31.972+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Mahabharata (1989)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WUjqwb6hPJ8/Tk5OH7xzWCI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ujMB-enCftM/s1600/themahabharata9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WUjqwb6hPJ8/Tk5OH7xzWCI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ujMB-enCftM/s320/themahabharata9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642533281354438690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mahabharata (1989)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director:Peter Brook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country:&lt;/b&gt; UK/France/USA and others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime:&lt;/b&gt; 325min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is based on a two-thousand-year-old Indian epic poem that runs  to 100,000 verses, making it four times longer than the Bible and seven  times longer than the Odyssey and the Iliad combined. Boiled down, it  can be seen as a simple tale of rivalry between warring members of the  same family, the Pandavas and the Kauravas, but it's so much more than  that, taking in religion, philosophy, spiritualism, war, love, life and  death. Brook and long-time writing collaborator Jean-Claude Carriere  originally produced a nine-hour stage production of the epic in the  early Eighties, before "re-imagining" it as a five-hour TV drama.&lt;br /&gt;The epic tells the tale of two sets of cousins, the Pandavas, the five  sons of Pandu, the king of Hastinapura, and the Kauravas, the one  hundred sons of Pandu's brother, Dhritarashtra. The eldest brother of  each set of cousins claims the throne of Hastinapura for himself and a  struggle arises between them. At first the kingdom is divided, but, as a  result of a gambling match, the eldest of the Pandavas, Yuddhishtira,  loses his half, and he and his brothers are forced into exile for  thirteen years. They are to be given back their kingdom upon their  return from exile, but when the eldest of the Kauravas, Duryodhana,  refuses to do so the two sets of cousins gather their armies and go to  war.&lt;br /&gt;There are 16 main characters, each with their own story, and the  non-linear narrative is weighed down by a labyrinth of subplots,  digressions and a bewildering array of voices and perspectives. This can  be confusing, but it also frees the film from the normal constraints of  90-minute filmmaking. Vyasa, the narrator, not only retells the story  but also appears in it himself, often going back in time to emerge as an  old man in his own family's story. There are also some nice touches of  the surreal and the fantastic. Vyasa narrates his story to a young boy  in the company of the demi-god Ganesha, a half-man, half-elephant deity  who quietly transcribes the story like a dutiful secretary. As with  other epics, such as the Odyssey and the Iliad, the gods and goddesses  play a central role in events - one woman is impregnated by the sun,  another by the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-7501610880702757633?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/7501610880702757633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/mahabharata-1989.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7501610880702757633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7501610880702757633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/mahabharata-1989.html' title='The Mahabharata (1989)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WUjqwb6hPJ8/Tk5OH7xzWCI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ujMB-enCftM/s72-c/themahabharata9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-6327787751582587743</id><published>2011-08-17T11:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-17T12:03:21.029+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BISHAR BLUES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtN4mCCmMZI/Tktf9_vzzAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/vB0ZVWby3Ps/s1600/BisharBlues2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtN4mCCmMZI/Tktf9_vzzAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/vB0ZVWby3Ps/s320/BisharBlues2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641708476900297730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="subheadslarger"&gt;BISHAR BLUES(2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="subheadblack"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Director&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Amitabh Chakraborty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="subheadblack"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Country:India&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="subheadblack"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Runtime:79min&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;Bengali Fakirs are Islamic people who live in Bengal, in Eastern India.  The Bengalis are the second largest ethnic language group who practice  Islam. The Fakirs are Bengali with their own typical ethnic, cultural  and geographical mix. In their practice of Islam they have extended it’s  scope over the complex multiplicities of their own land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fakirs believe that to know oneself is to know God. There is no  higher entity than Man. In fact, they search for Allah in Man. Through  the practice of this indigenous form of Islam, called 'Marfat', they  keep Islam open-ended. 'Marfat' is passed on in the oral tradition  through songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bishar Blues' undertakes a journey to understand 'Marfat' through encounters with various Fakirs and their songs.&lt;/p&gt;Winner of:&lt;br /&gt;Golden Lotus, Best Film award in the 54rth National Awards Nonfeature section;&lt;br /&gt;National awards also for Best Audiography and Best Editing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="subheadblack"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="subheadblack"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-6327787751582587743?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/6327787751582587743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/bishar-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6327787751582587743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6327787751582587743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/bishar-blues.html' title='BISHAR BLUES'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtN4mCCmMZI/Tktf9_vzzAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/vB0ZVWby3Ps/s72-c/BisharBlues2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-6215762006227317447</id><published>2011-08-14T11:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-14T11:52:58.526+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Filme do Desassossego aka Disquiet (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rDcjY2oBSKU/TkdpQGUdD9I/AAAAAAAAAoM/-841fggHulw/s1600/filmedodesassossego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rDcjY2oBSKU/TkdpQGUdD9I/AAAAAAAAAoM/-841fggHulw/s320/filmedodesassossego.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640592783600062418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filme do Desassossego aka Disquiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director:&lt;/b&gt; João Botelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country:&lt;/b&gt; Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime:&lt;/b&gt; 120&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:goldenrod;"&gt;Lisbon, nowadays. A room in a house in Rua dos  Douradores. A man invents dreams and establishes theories about them.  The very essence of dreams becomes physical, palpable, visible. The text  itself becomes matter in it's musical sonority. And, before our eyes,  this music felt in our ears, in our brain, in our heart, spreads trough  the street where he lives, trough the city that he loves most of all,  and trough the whole world. Disquieted movie about fragments of an  infinite and trapped book, of an almost mad flamboyance, but, of a  brilliant clarity. The solar moment of Fernando Pessoa's creation. The  absolute and perfect loneliness of the I, outer and hopeless. God am I!,  also wrote Bernardo Soares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is late night in a café. A typical young intellect in his early  twenties with sharp black eyes peering through black steel framed  glasses is muttering that the modern method of measuring time is wrong  and staring at a young man who is slouched with a face that looks pale,  indifferent, and worried, all at the same time. Modernist poet Fernando  Pessoa, who had keen observations of the dailiness of modern times in  Lisbon in the 1910s, The Book of Disquiet, which Pessoa wrote in 1913,  and the character of Bernardo Soares, into whom Pessoa projected his  identity, all come to life in Lisbon in the 21st century through this  film. The film is based on The Book of Disquiet, a diary about the  distance between feelings of loneliness and the monotonous reality of  daily life written by Bernardo Soares who goes back and forth between  the accountant's office where works as an intern and his room, both of  which are located on Rua dos Douradores in Lisbon, and may have been an  impossible project to bring to the big screen; much like Joseph Strick’s  attempt with James Joyce's Ulysses and A Portrait of the Artist as a  Young Man. Nevertheless, João Botelho began this project that everyone  advised him against with the conviction that the quality of cinematic  time, which resists the chronological flow of time and is able to  illustrate daily life in a fragmented and musical rhythm, was the  optimal vessel in presenting the extratemporel text that refuses to be  confined to the limitations of a ‘book’. The characters in the film and  the additional incidents become existences themselves in no time and  become a part of the present of 2010. &lt;span style="color:dimgray;"&gt;(Park Jinhee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Book of Disquiet, “composed” by a mysterious and modest bookkeeper’s  assistant, named Bernardo Soares, heteronymous of Fernando Pessoa, is  translated in 37 languages and distributed throughout the whole world.  It is the most read and distributed book of the poet, a puzzling and  unmatchable literary adventure. In a brilliant analysis professor  Eduardo Lourenço said that Fernando Pessoa, the most prodigious cultural  myth of the XX century is, today, definitely larger than Portugal.  There has never been a creative genius that identified so completely  with the heart of the city where he was born, that matched almost  exactly the tangle of streets that he walked through, and described as  no one could, with the infinity of people who he came across with and  described with the “gaze of god”, in a Lisbon that is the centre of a  world without centre. How premonitory Pessoa can be, isn’t that the way  the world is today? &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of labyrinths, identification, and brilliant minds, who can  deny that Joyce is Dublin, Kafka is Prague, and Borges is Buenos Aires?  What if, like in the case of Pessoa, the identification is perfect, why  not, then, to say, once and for all, that although Pessoa is bigger than  the country, Lisbon and Pessoa are the same thing. Especially when the  “Book” has changed forever the quotidian and fabulous poet’s city, and  has projected him (and us with him) to the limits of the universe,  fulfilling the Portuguese destiny written in the enigmatic final verses  of the “Mensagem”: “To haunt the world, definitely building a new,  spiritual and poetic empire.”&lt;br /&gt;“My nation is the Portuguese language”&lt;br /&gt;This sentence from the Book of Disquiet represents, to me, our biggest  invention since the XVI century Discoveries. 28 years ago, when in a mix  of innocence and outrage I dared to do a film (“Conversa Acabada”)  based on the correspondence exchanged between Fernando Pessoa and Mário  de Sá Carneiro, I had “in my power” apart from the personal objects of  the poet, of incalculable value –glasses, silver cigarette case, ivory  cigarette holder and even the handwritten journals of Mário de  Sá-Carneiro, noted and amended by Pessoa, with the blue cover - the  famous chest, “pregnant” with kilometers of unedited fragments, many of  which would latter constitute the several versions of this rambling Book  of Disquiet. In the presence of that mythic chest (“the myth is the  nothing that is everything”), the studio where I directed the film  turned into a cult place, a kind of a church, and the act of filming  turned into something sacred. I was 30 years old. The film was made and  remained forever. Today the chest is empty, but the ghost of Pessoa  still inhabits it, probably laughing of the perturbation or anxiety that  was caused to so many people when a shapeless sea of papers became a  universally known work. The trap of a genius, a perfect puzzle and  brilliant because all the solutions are different and none is  definitive.&lt;br /&gt;“It is impossible to film the Book of Disquiet” everyone tells me.  Maybe, I say, but I also say that departing from a timeless text, a text  that has no end, and that is unique, it is possible to create the FILM  OF DISQUIET that does not want to be the book (the cinema is a very  different thing from the literary art) but a disturbing film, that  resists time and that lives up to the fragments from which it departs.&lt;br /&gt;Today, having the perfect conscience of the risks I’m taking, I want to  face the “brilliant monster” not for the sake of experimentation or  artistic dilettantism, but for the sake of cinema, that I love above  anything, and of the Portuguese language, that is also my nation.&lt;br /&gt;The international approval and respect that the Portuguese cinema has  conquered in the last 30 years, was granted by a series of prototypes,  films that have no match in any place in the world, that, while  exhibiting an enormous freedom, represent one of the biggest artistic  creations that this country ever produced. Some are better, some are  worse, I know, but every single one is original, unique, the most part  of them constituting a great and beautiful cinema, that resists time and  that makes everyone proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinema isn’t just one thing, but wonderful hundreds of ways to film.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;Jean- Luc Godard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What modern movies lack is wind in the trees.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;D. W. Griffith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows, and I do as well, that cinema it’s not the “what” (what  action takes place), nor the “when” (when did it took place), but the  “how” (how do you film it). Different directors, departing from the same  text, or the same script, make completely disparate films. Thus let us  explain the way of filming THE FILM OF DISQUIET. Abstraction it’s  cinema’s impossible dream, but to try to reach as close to it as  possible, fighting for the progress of the ideas and forms, it’s the  ambition that, today, a worthy and free filmmaker must chase. It is the  best form of respect we can have for those who are still to come, our  children and grandchildren. &lt;br /&gt;Hence, what I want is to bring the text to the present, to a time  outside the time when it was created, and to the future, refusing the  historical reconstitution of the period film, refusing the psychology  and the sociology, deathly enemies of the art, trying to reach the  matter of transcendence, the physics of the soul, creating irresistible  emotions. The spectators are human beings, with a heart, a brain,  feelings and intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;There is in The Book of Disquiet two small and precious texts that were  decisive to structure the film and the way of filming it. One of the  texts is about the grand autonomy of the sonority of texts that, when  read, out loud or in a low voice, elevate themselves way up their  creator, making the writing become bigger than the one who created it;  The other small text is about the notion of time and its distortion,  idea that adjust perfectly to the notion of cinematographic time. “Time”  in cinema can and should be matter and truth, but it never is the time  of life. There is also a small saying on light: “The same light  illuminates the faces of the saints and the shoes of the common man”. I  don’t need anything else to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;To reach the grain of the voice, to find the rhythms of truthful and  grand music of the fragments of the book. Read it, out loud, or in a low  voice, as Pessoa says. The grip you feel in your chest isn’t that of a  glorious happiness? Doesn’t your eyes become flooded with tears and your  brain fizzy? Distorting time and images, to question our way to look at  them (utilization of different speeds, ralenti, accelerations and even  anamorphic lenses, steamed up, out of focus) to paint the space with  excessive colors, non realistic, but also to make them faint, almost  disappear, reach the pale shades, until the purity of the grey range, of  the black and white. I don’t propose an experimental film, but a just  film, that respects the idea and the grandiosity of that astonishing  “Book”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters and Sets. If the “Book” and the “City” must overlap  everything else, I must abandon the obvious iconography usually related  to Pessoa – the little man with a Jewish look, with a hooked nose, a  hat, glasses and a mustache  - ( to the character of Fernando Pessoa I  leave the glasses because I’m interested in using them as a narration  element and as a material idea of an altered sense of vision). Also, and  more importantly, the absolutely fictional character of Bernardo Soares  will be a contemporary man, of a regular look, undistinguishable from  the rest of the common mortals, but with the anguish and the desperate  tedium of a modest employee, today’s equivalent to the modest  bookkeeper’s assistant, that, many years ago, Pessoa made ramble trough  Lisbon, maybe without leaving its room or the office in the Rua dos  Douradores. And I only keep the Rua dos Douradores because it is an  integrant and fundamental part of the creation of the “Book”. Today  Bernardo Soares should live in the outskirts, spend several desperate  hours kept in traffic jams to arrive to work, or in crowded public  transports, be our equal, the same as people all around the world. But I  will make him ride the subway and attend places from the present day,  abandoning the Pessoa itinerary that is closer to tourism than it is to  the truth.&lt;br /&gt;However, Lisbon will still be a mysterious city, labyrinthine and deep,  of an unquestionable beauty and light. “Oh Lisbon, my home!”&lt;br /&gt;Every other character and incident that involve him are, in the vertigo  of the sounds of the sentences that make them exist, part of the  disquiet of the year of 2009 of our era.&lt;br /&gt;Economy and distribution: In the year of 2008 the 120th anniversary of  the birth of Fernando Pessoa was celebrated. It is time to attack, using  the means I possess  - cinema -, a unique text, and give it to the  young generations, so thirsty of images and sounds and so disconnected  to the books. Lets make an effort, I assure you that hundreds of  thousands of eyes and hears will see this film throughout the years.  Today, the cultural tourism is the main responsible for the horde of  people from foreign countries that continuously invades Lisbon, How many  thousands sit in the chair next to the statue of the poet in the  Brasileira’s terrace? How many thousands wouldn’t buy the DVD of the  “Film of Disquiet” if it exists, in Portugal and throughout the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;João Botelho&lt;/b&gt; is the Portuguese filmmaker of memory, whose films  seek to transform the physical into the metaphysical and to render ideas  and poetry physical. His work is based on the word, a creative approach  that is almost more poetic than cinematographic and which was already  demonstrated in his debut feature, Conversa Acabada (1982), a  conversation between two great Portuguese writers, Fernando Pessoa and  Mário de Sá-Carneiro, that could be defined as an epistolary framework  for an examination of what is articulated through different times and  fashions: a conversation that is anything but ‘finished’ (‘acabada’).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His subsequent films include Hard Times (1987) and Aqui na Terra (1993),  for which he wrote the screenplay. In 1999 he was in the Venice Film  Festival with Se a Memória Existe which received a good critical  reception. He returned to Venice with Quem és Tu? (2001) from a novel by  Almeida Garrett called Frei Louis de Sousa, and in 2005 with O  Fatalista, from Diderot’s celebrated novel, which played in competition.  His most recent feature is A Corte do Norte (2008), which was featured  in the third Rome Film Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decidedly Lusitanian cinema, a cinema of poetry and memory, a silent Portuguese farewell…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-6215762006227317447?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/6215762006227317447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/filme-do-desassossego-aka-disquiet-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6215762006227317447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6215762006227317447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/filme-do-desassossego-aka-disquiet-2010.html' title='Filme do Desassossego aka Disquiet (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rDcjY2oBSKU/TkdpQGUdD9I/AAAAAAAAAoM/-841fggHulw/s72-c/filmedodesassossego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-3258261635917590114</id><published>2011-08-06T16:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-06T16:52:31.298+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Namibia Crossings (2004)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4zFUX0Whl58/Tj0jlHWyq9I/AAAAAAAAAoE/x09S5xfXb6k/s1600/namibiacrossingsmoviepo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4zFUX0Whl58/Tj0jlHWyq9I/AAAAAAAAAoE/x09S5xfXb6k/s320/namibiacrossingsmoviepo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637701429074504658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namibia Crossings (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director:&lt;/b&gt; Peter Liechti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country:&lt;/b&gt; Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime:&lt;/b&gt; 90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99cc;"&gt;The Hambana Sound Company is a chamber  orchestra, initiated and devised by Bernhard Göttert to present a ’sound  portrait’ of Namibia in collaboration with musicians from Switzerland,  Zimbabwe, Angola, Russia and Namibia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During its tour in 2001, the Hambana Sound Company staged more than  seven concerts in different regions, inviting local artists to  participate. The music presents a mixture of traditional melodies and  dances, contemporary songs as well as extemporised experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”In NAMIBIA CROSSINGS (...), Liechti accompanies the Hambana Sound  Company, a diverse multicultural group of musicians and singers, on a  concert tour across Namibia. The film documents an ambitious musical  project (...), the aim of which is not only to bring together the most  various musical styles - from classical through jazz to traditional  African music - but also to provoke a fundamental encounter between  cultures. Using only minimal commentary, Liechti records the results of  this artistic experiment: both the successful, mostly musical, moments,  as well as the worsening conflicts within this heterogeneous ensemble.  The film is not a chronicle of a failure: on the contrary, it points out  the difficulties of the continuing need for self-determination in a  globalized world.”&lt;br /&gt;Constantin Wulff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-3258261635917590114?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/3258261635917590114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/namibia-crossings-2004.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3258261635917590114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/3258261635917590114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/namibia-crossings-2004.html' title='Namibia Crossings (2004)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4zFUX0Whl58/Tj0jlHWyq9I/AAAAAAAAAoE/x09S5xfXb6k/s72-c/namibiacrossingsmoviepo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-1838907916964281512</id><published>2011-08-06T11:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-06T13:15:24.608+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aita AKA Father (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18ITWWuSUeo/TjzwG22PaDI/AAAAAAAAAn8/1ENozgKlFy4/s1600/aitacartel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18ITWWuSUeo/TjzwG22PaDI/AAAAAAAAAn8/1ENozgKlFy4/s320/aitacartel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637644834153916466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aita AKA Father (2010)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Director:&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0649401/" itemprop="director"&gt;José María de Orbe&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Country:&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/country/es"&gt;Spain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runtime:85min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="capsbold"&gt;An oddly poignant&lt;/span&gt; hymn to memory, time, and place, José Maria de Orbe’s &lt;strong&gt;Aita&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;Father&lt;/strong&gt;)  may appear to be about two custodians of a dilapidated Basque Country  estate, though make no mistake: the central character is the frail 13th  Century mansion whose nooks and crannies are revealed throughout the  course of the film’s stately duration. Ostensibly a documentary on the  property and its occasional inhabitants, de Orbe’s film crisply  conflates fictional and nonfictional practices with an eye towards the  experimental, resulting in a personal essay on the intrinsic and  spiritual value of the house in question. (de Orbe inherited the mansion  from family, and spent three years filming it.) Once home to  aristocrats or a decadent class, the building’s origins are unavoidable  when contemplating its image on screen; cinematically, it conjures up  allusions to the dwindling dynasty in &lt;em&gt;The Leopard&lt;/em&gt;; while  politically, it seems inseparable from the region’s war-torn past  (namely, the Spanish Civil War). But de Orbe is more fascinated by the  architecture’s waning life force than he is the ancestral context or  historical burden of the site—a fading, if still breathing entity which  history moves continuously through, rather than weighs heavily on.&lt;span id="more-3021"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Periodically, de Orbe’s gaze will pause on a muffled conversation  between the groundskeeper and caretaker, or an excitable group of school  children touring the house—brief human interludes, which merely serve  to remind us that people no longer occupy the space, and quite the  opposite of advancing any sort of plot, boldly draw attention to a sense  of absence and decay (such as when the place is ransacked by vandals  one night). If this strategy around dignifying the building’s existence  sounds aggressively minimalist, it is, however there is more to de  Orbe’s film than speaking the stark visual language of contemporary art  cinema. &lt;em&gt;Aita&lt;/em&gt; is beautifully edited, and the finite length in  which shots are held—never too long, never too short—imbues the static  camerawork with a lightness of being while allowing us to lose ourselves  within the frame. And as we explore the interior space with our  eyes—guided, in part, by the majestic play of natural and artificial  light (as in the film projections creatively used to illuminate rooms in  darkness)—the sound of ageing is unmistakable. In one scene, the  elderly caretaker (Luís Pescador, who tends to the property in real  life) presses his ear against the wall of a corridor, catching the echo  of a choir whose voice warmly reverberates throughout the ailing  structure. Like a seashell, the mansion is a receptacle for ambient  murmurs—an elusive leak, the creak of a staircase, or an uncanny  silence—and de Orbe amplifies these noises as an evocation of memory and  time passing. While it’s perfectly justified in the festival’s “Go  Slow” section, &lt;em&gt;Aita&lt;/em&gt; is slow cinema at its most heightened and alert, giving improbable life and dimension to a derelict old house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="txt-block"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-1838907916964281512?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/1838907916964281512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/aita-aka-father-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1838907916964281512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1838907916964281512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/aita-aka-father-2010.html' title='Aita AKA Father (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18ITWWuSUeo/TjzwG22PaDI/AAAAAAAAAn8/1ENozgKlFy4/s72-c/aitacartel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-6826116430137574411</id><published>2011-08-05T12:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-05T12:12:31.997+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kağıt (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aHRaW3OMe0w/TjuQCJ9wv2I/AAAAAAAAAn0/Zq6a7121li8/s1600/5184071048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aHRaW3OMe0w/TjuQCJ9wv2I/AAAAAAAAAn0/Zq6a7121li8/s320/5184071048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637257725293412194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kağıt (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Directed by&lt;/b&gt;: Sinan Cetin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country&lt;/b&gt;: Turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime&lt;/b&gt;: 105 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kağıt” (Paper) stars Öner Erkan as Emrah, a young man with a passion to  make movies. As he directs his debut film, he hits bureaucratic  roadblocks, first in receiving a certificate of eligibility to film on  the grounds that it threatens the unity of the state, and later when he  finally tries to release the film, the shooting of which proved so  difficult. Bureaucrat Müzeyyen (Asuman Dabak) becomes the symbol of  Çetin’s dysfunctional and autocratic state, turning every stage of  filmmaking into hell. Emrah takes revenge on the woman by kidnapping  her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filmmaker, movie mogul, commercial powerhouse and  larger-than-life public persona Sinan Çetin has taken a break from  making ads to return to the silver screen with ‘Kağıt’ (Paper), a  not-so-subtle autobiographical metaphor about one man fighting  bureaucracy to make a film. ‘Kağıt’ is the latest testament to Çetin’s  contradictory stance toward the state.&lt;a name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It  would be unfair to call Sinan Çetin just a filmmaker, despite the  broadness of the term. He has remained a hovering presence over Turkey’s  pop culture for two decades whether he makes movies or, as is generally  the case, does not. Çetin is a persona who is much larger than the sum  of his parts. It’s a rule of thumb that nearly all popular figures  generate their unique brand of devoted fans and followers, along with  haters of a similar fervor. With Çetin, the number of fans and followers  has diminished and are arrayed against an impressive number of  detractors that include other filmmakers, movie critics and viewers. The  director, however, has chosen to show the finger to anyone who deigns  to tarnish his work and his persona and has managed to maintain his  position in Turkey’s culture scene and his currency among the artistic  elite. Çetin is a director, producer, writer, actor, publisher,  commercial powerhouse, movie mogul and a real estate mogul. His  directorial debut, “Bir Günün Hikayesi” (Story of A Day), goes back to  1980, when he wowed critics and audience as a promising newcomer. His  subsequent films “Çirkinler de Sever” (Ugly But In Love) and “Çiçek  Abbas” (Abbas in Flower), both in 1982, received positive reviews as  well. Interestingly, the early 1980s is a period Çetin doesn’t much care  to remember yet alone be proud of. Since then he has directed, produced  and wrote the occasional blockbuster, as well as the flop. Çetin is now  more associated with the hundreds of expensive, extravagant and  award-winning commercials he directs and produces. He is also rumored to  own half of Istanbul’s Cihangir neighborhood, where his production  company Plato Film and film school Plato Okul are located. (-DailyNews)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-6826116430137574411?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/6826116430137574411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/kagt-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6826116430137574411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6826116430137574411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/kagt-2011.html' title='Kağıt (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aHRaW3OMe0w/TjuQCJ9wv2I/AAAAAAAAAn0/Zq6a7121li8/s72-c/5184071048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-7642824116612161825</id><published>2011-08-04T11:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-04T11:57:31.725+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Eye Above the Well (1988)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JYVkFrd6hGM/Tjo7S6WaJTI/AAAAAAAAAns/4VEGiRPRXZU/s1600/384fp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JYVkFrd6hGM/Tjo7S6WaJTI/AAAAAAAAAns/4VEGiRPRXZU/s320/384fp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636883079694525746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eye Above the Well (1988)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Director:&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0450627/" itemprop="director"&gt;Johan van der Keuken&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country:&lt;/b&gt; Netherlans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime:&lt;/b&gt; 94 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poetic depiction of life and ritual in the south Indian state of  Kerala. We see how knowledge is passed down from generation to  generation: within the family, through the village economy, and  especially from teachers to students. Performance footage shows how  song, dance, martial arts, and religion constitute the building blocks  of a culture. &lt;i&gt;  Written by  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/search/title?plot_author=International%20Film%20Circuit%20%3Cifcplanet@aol.com%3E&amp;amp;view=simple&amp;amp;sort=alpha"&gt;International Film Circuit &lt;ifcplanet@aol.com&gt;&lt;/ifcplanet@aol.com&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-7642824116612161825?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/7642824116612161825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/eye-above-well-1988.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7642824116612161825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/7642824116612161825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/eye-above-well-1988.html' title='The Eye Above the Well (1988)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JYVkFrd6hGM/Tjo7S6WaJTI/AAAAAAAAAns/4VEGiRPRXZU/s72-c/384fp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-2622236614187239792</id><published>2011-08-03T15:08:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-03T15:16:52.294+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Satah Se Uthata Aadmi (1980)aka Arising From The Surface</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JC3LWVGrzlA/TjkYI6CIxMI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Tbs6lo-h88o/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JC3LWVGrzlA/TjkYI6CIxMI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Tbs6lo-h88o/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636562949927126210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Satah Se Uthata Aadmi (1980)aka Arising From The Surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director:&lt;/b&gt; Mani Kaul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country:&lt;/b&gt; India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime:&lt;/b&gt; 106 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cast:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gopi  ...  Ramesh&lt;br /&gt;Vibhuti Jha  Madhav&lt;br /&gt;Satyen Kumar     &lt;br /&gt;M.K. Raina  Keshav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satah Se Uthata Aadmi is regarded by many Indian film scholars as Mani  Kaul's most superior work. It is also a very rare film which I finally  got around to yesterday after two and a half years of intense search. It  was the only Mani Kaul film to be shown at Cannes where it was  competing for the Un Certain Regard in 1980. Here's a brief review of  the film from The Encyclopedia of Indian Cinema by Ashish Rajyadhyaksha  and Paul Willeman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaul’s film addresses the writings of Gajanan Madhav Muktibodh  (1917-79), one of the main representatives of the Nai Kavita (New  Poetry) movement in Hindi. Muktibodh also wrote several short stories,  one of which provides the film with its title, and critical essays. The  film integrates episodes from Muktibodh’s writings with material from  other source, including a reinvented neo-realism derived from  Muktibodh’s literary settings. The narrative is constructed around 3  characters. Ramesh (Gopi) iis one who speaks and enacts Muktibodh’s  writings, functioning as the first-person voice of the text; his two  friends, , Madhav (Jha) and Keshav (Raina), are Ramesh’s antagonists and  interlocuters esp. in the debates about  modernity. Kaul gradually  minimizes the fictional settings until, in the remarkably shot sequences  of the factory, the audience is directly confronted with the written  text itself. Kaul had begun his studies of Dhrupad music, the classical  North Indian music known mainly for its extreme austerity, and derived a  number of cinematic styles from this musical idiom which have  continuously influenced his films since, e.g. the continuously mobile  camera, the use of changing light patterns and the importance of  improvisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satah Se Uthata Aadmi is candidate alongside such other works as  Chattrabhang and Maya Mrigaya as being one of the most obscure Indian  films particularly in the contemporary DVD era. The film on the  literature of Gajanan Madhav Muktibodh, a left-leaning Hindi author from  India's turbulent '60s and '70s, recreates Muktibodh's literary  settings quite effectively. However the concerns in both the form and  content of the film, including lines from Muktibodh's iconic poem  Andhere Mein are adapted by the director to create a work very much in  line with his previous masterworks Uski Roti(1969) and Duvidha (1973).  In fact the work can be studied as a combination of the two distinct  approaches, that of the pure object in Uski Roti and its sensorial  effect on a constantly changing society in Duvidha. Kaul starts by  appropriating the events according to the text but gradually reduces the  narrative signifiers until in the gorgeous factory sequences the  spectator is confronted with the written text itself. Kaul had begun his  studies in the austere form of Indian music, Dhrupad and used its  leading vocalist Ustad Zia Fariduddin Dagar to render (Raga) Bilaskhani  Todi. Kaul transforms this form of music into a cinematic idiom where  the form emerges first through exacting (calculating) and then by  approximations (improvising) A remarkable film by Mani Kaul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-2622236614187239792?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/2622236614187239792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/satah-se-uthata-aadmi-1980aka-arising.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/2622236614187239792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/2622236614187239792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/satah-se-uthata-aadmi-1980aka-arising.html' title='Satah Se Uthata Aadmi (1980)aka Arising From The Surface'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JC3LWVGrzlA/TjkYI6CIxMI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Tbs6lo-h88o/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-6212608199240911591</id><published>2011-08-03T11:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-03T11:20:00.134+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hanji (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRPetwxh_iA/Tjjg9TdzbMI/AAAAAAAAAnc/fzC6ZXvvXJo/s1600/y4pmydp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRPetwxh_iA/Tjjg9TdzbMI/AAAAAAAAAnc/fzC6ZXvvXJo/s320/y4pmydp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636502277456096450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanji&lt;/span&gt; (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Directed by&lt;/b&gt;: Kwon-taek Im&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country&lt;/b&gt;: South Korea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime&lt;/b&gt;: 118 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Storyline&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Low-ranking civil servant Pil Yong (Park Joong Hoon) has things hard  looking after his disabled wife(Ye Ji Won). He takes charge of a hanji  project in hopes it will bring him a promotion. His wife comes from a  family of hanji masters. One of his tasks include working with  quarrelsome filmmaker Ji Won (Kang Su Yeon), who is shooting a  documentary about hanji. Though he knows little about the subject to  begin with, the more he learns about hanji, the more it takes on a new  significance for him and the world around him.  &lt;em class="nobr"&gt;Written by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/search/title?plot_author=2004hkfan&amp;amp;view=simple&amp;amp;sort=alpha"&gt;2004hkfan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In the past, Im Kwon Taek brought the traditional Korean folk music of  pansori to the silver screen in his internationally renowned films  Sopyonje and Beyond the Years. For his 101st film and first HD feature,  the legendary director weaves a handsome, modern fable around another  Korean tradition, Hanji, or paper art. The film is both informative and  poetic in its exploration of the art of traditional papermaking and its  role in the mediation of past and future, old and new, in present-day  Korea. Acclaimed actor Park Joong Hyun stars as the flawed everyman  whose eye-opening journey into hanji is shared by the audience. Leading  actress Kang Su Yeon reunites with the director 20 years after starring  in Im’s classic Come, Come, Come Upwards.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-6212608199240911591?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/6212608199240911591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/hanji-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6212608199240911591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/6212608199240911591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/08/hanji-2011.html' title='Hanji (2011)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRPetwxh_iA/Tjjg9TdzbMI/AAAAAAAAAnc/fzC6ZXvvXJo/s72-c/y4pmydp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-112634609728205835</id><published>2011-07-23T11:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-23T11:09:37.686+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Womb (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F8BY-YKj3Og/TipeTRT4xII/AAAAAAAAAm4/0NbU3eNXk3M/s1600/001c9c60_medium.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F8BY-YKj3Og/TipeTRT4xII/AAAAAAAAAm4/0NbU3eNXk3M/s320/001c9c60_medium.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632417969137566850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Womb (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:brown;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Benedek Fliegauf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country: &lt;/b&gt;Germany | Hungary | France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime: &lt;/b&gt;1 hour, 47 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman is torn between two sorts of love in this thoughtful fusion of  drama and science fiction from filmmaker Benedek Fliegauf. When she was  nine years old, Rebecca met a boy named Tommy and found herself smitten  with him; before long, Rebecca and her family moved away and she  resigned herself to the notion that she'd never see Tommy again. But at  the age of twenty-one, Rebecca returns to the town where she lived as a  girl, and to her surprise she crosses paths with Tommy, and she finds  they still have feelings for one another. Rebecca and Tommy have entered  into a mature and loving relationship when he dies in a car wreck, and  Rebecca is shattered. However, Rebecca is given a chance to give Tommy  another chance at life -- she was be implanted with genetic material  that will allow her to give birth to a perfect clone of Tommy. Rebecca  agrees, and nine months later she finds herself raising a baby who looks  like the man she loved, who she names Thomas. However, as Thomas grows  to be a man, she finds herself struggling between her maternal love for  her son and a more troubling attraction to a young man who is a  duplicate of the man who won her heart years before. ~ Mark Deming,  Allrovi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-112634609728205835?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/112634609728205835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/07/womb-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/112634609728205835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/112634609728205835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/07/womb-2010.html' title='Womb (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F8BY-YKj3Og/TipeTRT4xII/AAAAAAAAAm4/0NbU3eNXk3M/s72-c/001c9c60_medium.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-2339368134477703177</id><published>2011-07-22T14:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-22T14:26:39.118+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RbJvhSUZRWg/Tik6rP8difI/AAAAAAAAAmw/yiIud88mRmo/s1600/forgiveness-movie-poster-2006-1020428976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RbJvhSUZRWg/Tik6rP8difI/AAAAAAAAAmw/yiIud88mRmo/s320/forgiveness-movie-poster-2006-1020428976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632097323692427762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forgiveness (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;.........: Udi Aloni&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Country&lt;/span&gt;..........: Israel&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Runtime:97 min &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 9, 1948, a Jewish militia entered the Palestinian village of  Deir Yassin and killed over 100 villagers. Soon after, a mental hospital  was built on the ruins. The first patients to be committed were  Holocaust survivors. A legend says that to this day, the survivors have  been communicating with the ghosts of the village. FORGIVENESS tells the  story of David Adler, a 20-year old American-Israeli who decides to  move back to Israel, only to find himself committed to a mental  institution that sits on the ruins of a Palestinian village called Deir  Yassin. Flashbacks and flashforwards reveal the events that led up to  his hospitalization. A 10-year old female ghost holds the secret to the  riddle. But only when the secret is revealed can she find rest and give  David the option to end a perpetually-repeated destiny... Doctor Itzhik  Shemesh, a psychiatrist at the mental institute, injects David with a  chemo-technological drug in an attempt to build a bridge over the trauma  zone and allow David to live a normal life. Even though he doubts its  ethical consequences, his use of the drug is an act that mirrors his own  deep denial... Doctor Shemesh is given permission to use the drug by  David's father, Henry Adler, a Holocaust survivor who spent a short time  in Israel before becoming one of the most pre-eminent musicians in  America. Henry, who has the arrogance of Oedipus and faith in the  rational overcoming of trauma via action, doesn't understand why his son  has been hospitalized. But Henry's lust for life and his desire for  normality make him live in denial of the past, which is unbearable for  David, whose restless soul seeks the truth. Henry will confront a horror  beyond all horrors when the truth reveals itself. A blind patient in  the hospital named Muselmann, also a Holocaust survivor, tells David to  listen to the ghosts that are haunting him, that they have something  important to tell him. Like the blind prophet Tiresias, Muselmann knows  that the truth does not hold redemption, and this is why he never tried  to reconstruct his life after the camps. Because he lives between the  world of the dead and the living, Muselmann can act as a conduit between  the murdered ghosts and David. The flashbacks and flashforwards from  the mental institute reveal, with the story of David's life, the story  of the eternal return of the trauma and a destiny that seems  unalterable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-2339368134477703177?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/2339368134477703177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/07/forgiveness-2006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/2339368134477703177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/2339368134477703177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/07/forgiveness-2006.html' title='Forgiveness (2006)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RbJvhSUZRWg/Tik6rP8difI/AAAAAAAAAmw/yiIud88mRmo/s72-c/forgiveness-movie-poster-2006-1020428976.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-1600930767055451994</id><published>2011-07-19T10:37:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-19T10:41:20.731+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Uski Roti (1970)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ou01GYMKUk/TiURNxf_zSI/AAAAAAAAAmo/v4VkSto6-6Y/s1600/8DFuO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ou01GYMKUk/TiURNxf_zSI/AAAAAAAAAmo/v4VkSto6-6Y/s320/8DFuO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630925837420186914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uski Roti (1970)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director:&lt;/b&gt; Mani Kaul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country:&lt;/b&gt; India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime:&lt;/b&gt; 101 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;Mani Kaul's Uski Roti is one of the most  significant Indian films for its use of scales closest to Indian  classical music. Notice the use of two lenses to oppose Renaissance  logic of perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burly bus driver Sucha Singh travels through the dusty, flat Punjabi  countryside. His wife Balo spends long hours waiting for him at the  bus-stop with his food packet. One day her younger sister is sexually  molested, causing Balo to arrive late at the bus-stop. Sucha Singh is  upset by her late arrival, rejects her food and drives away. She remains  standing at the roadside until nightfall.&lt;br /&gt;Mani Kaul's debut film is an adaptation of a short story by Mohan Rakesh  and is perhaps one of the earliest formal experiments in Indian cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucha Singh, a bus driver travels through the dusty Punjabi countryside,  while his wife Balo spends long hours waiting for him at the bus-stop  with his food packet. One day, her younger sister gets sexually  molested, causing Balo to arrive late at the bus-stop with the food  packet. Sucha Singh gets upset with her being late, rejects the food and  drives away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a response from a student at the Redcat screening of the film in 2005:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had the opportunity to see Mani Kaul, one of the key  figures of the New Hindi Cinema of the late-’60s and ’70s, present his  first feature, Daily Bread (Uski Roti, 1970), at the REDCAT theatre in  Los Angeles. Kaul’s career has been associated with somewhat  experimental and documentary films. “As for autobiographical,  experimental or otherwise self-reflexive strands [in documentary], these  are almost nonexistent in India,” writes Tom Waugh in Cine Action.  “Virtually the only exception is Mani Kaul.” Although Kaul studied under  famed Indian director Ritwik Ghatak, his primary inspiration came  elsewhere. “I think I was his favourite pupil,” Kaul has said, “but I  betrayed him. When I saw Robert Bresson’s Pickpocket, my outlook changed  completely.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bresson’s influence can be seen in Daily Bread, a dramatic film full of  silences, gestures, near-stoic expressions, and offscreen sounds. But  Kaul is far from a simple imitator, and Daily Bread has a remarkable  aesthetic all its own, particularly in its emphasis on time. Shots are  extended beyond their usual limits, sometimes even incorporating flash  frames where the exposure ceases to exist. Telling the story of a  traditional housewife who waits at a bus stop for her working and often  absent husband, the film artfully transitions between the present and  past in a way that accentuates the woman’s subjective experience of time  more than a traditional narrative structure would. Kaul has said that  he wanted to make a film about waiting. At our screening, he referred to  the film’s polarized audience reception in 1970 and joked about the  people who hated its pace. (Reportedly, a member of the Indian  parliament once said the film was so boring that she would never forget  it in all her life. A criticism or a praise?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, none of Kaul’s films have been distributed in the US, and  the print screened at the REDCAT didn’t even contain subtitles. Not  that it detracted from the film; on the contrary, there isn’t a lot of  dialogue in it and not having to read the words allowed me to immerse  myself more fully into the film’s lulling, evocative rhythms. (Kaul  pointed out that Bresson often considered the various tones of a film’s  dialogue as being more important than the actual words being expressed,  anyway.) As the housewife stands beside a tree in the shade, flies  buzzing around her, the sun-dappled foliage swaying, her thoughts drift  through recent events and conversations, merging memories with the  present moment in a fluid, seemingly unordered path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily Bread is a highly impressive feature that makes me enthusiastic to  seek out Kaul’s other work as well, and yearn for the day when some of  his films might be released on DVD. His mastery of the medium, even in  this debut feature produced at the age of 26, is readily apparent. In  recent years he has lived in Rotterdam and is currently a visiting  artist teaching classes on Bresson and cinematic sound at CalArts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Description by the original uploader, devdutt@kg:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-1600930767055451994?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/1600930767055451994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/07/uski-roti-1970.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1600930767055451994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/1600930767055451994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/07/uski-roti-1970.html' title='Uski Roti (1970)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ou01GYMKUk/TiURNxf_zSI/AAAAAAAAAmo/v4VkSto6-6Y/s72-c/8DFuO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045672840603577023.post-4521668773097542305</id><published>2011-07-18T13:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-18T13:05:34.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'>As If I Am Not There (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gRFkB_zPJaE/TiPh57Mj98I/AAAAAAAAAmg/wN9SQ8KXGcQ/s1600/aiiantptr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gRFkB_zPJaE/TiPh57Mj98I/AAAAAAAAAmg/wN9SQ8KXGcQ/s320/aiiantptr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630592344402425794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As If I Am Not There (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director:&lt;/b&gt; Juanita Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country:&lt;/b&gt; Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runtime:&lt;/b&gt; 105 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few films this year—if not this decade—will challenge you like As If I  Am Not There. The film is based on real horrific events that happened  during the Bosnian War of the early 1990s. The film is based on real  life experiences that were told during the International Criminal  Tribunal at The Hague and as told in Slavenka Drakulic’s book that  covered the war crimes hearings after the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samira (Natasha Petrovic) is a teacher in Sarajevo who gets a teaching  contract in a remote village where the previous teacher has gone  mysteriously missing. The village is a far cry from the modern city she  is used to and the villagers are suspicious of anyone new. There is  nearby civil war fighting going on but Samira doesn’t feel she has  anything to worry about because she isn’t from the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the village is overtaken by Serbian soldiers, and the villagers are  separated into two groups of women/children and men. The men are  immediately shot and the women and children are taken by bus to a  make-shift prison camp on a farm. There the older women are used for  laborers and the young, attractive and even a few children are used for  ongoing rapes by the soldiers. This isn’t a one time event. The women  are locked in a room where they are beaten and raped on daily basis.  Even though Samira pleads that she isn’t one of the villagers, she is  ignored and becomes one of the ongoing rape victims. The small band of  women fight to survive the ordeal both physically and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Petrovic bravely plays the difficult lead role of Samira.  Usually casting a woman so beautiful for the role would have been  unrealistic, but her natural beauty actually would have made her a  bigger target to the soldiers. Her performance is played for a large  part of the film in silence, but she manages to perfectly to convey what  she is thinking throughout film just by the look in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film deals with this harsh and brutal world realistically and still  keeps its artistic integrity completely. Not only does it document the  horror that these people went through, but it actually explains the  cycle of hate without being at all preachy. Everything you need to know  about the cycle of torture and hate is in the in the very first frame  and the last frame. The ending manages to be both poignant and tragic at  the same time and will likely stay with you long after. The viewer is  left to ask “Is the ending a redemption or does she simply have no other  options?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject matter of this film isn’t for everyone and I can say without  much hesitation that this was one of the more difficult films I have  ever had to watch. In particular the ongoing rape and violence to a  young girl is particularly hard to watch. Having said that though, the  film is an artistic triumph that works both as a historical document and  brilliant piece of film making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review by Kelly Stewart TIFF 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045672840603577023-4521668773097542305?l=pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/feeds/4521668773097542305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-if-i-am-not-there-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/4521668773097542305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045672840603577023/posts/default/4521668773097542305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pularumvarecinema.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-if-i-am-not-there-2010.html' title='As If I Am Not There (2010)'/><author><name>O.AJAYKUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449540282285850453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brJj6154hUI/SrSbQr3aUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CvnrELK-B4/S220/DSC01534.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gRFkB_zPJaE/TiPh57Mj98I/AAAAAAAAAmg/wN9SQ8KXGcQ/s72-c/aiiantptr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
