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Slovenian Girl I'm a No Man's Land

session early afternoon at the Majestic Bastille. Twelve spectators in the hall. After 10 minutes of film, a first person leaves. A half-hour a second escape quietly. The third gives little early. If we calculate well, 25% of spectators I'm a No Man's Land have therefore left the meeting before its end. First assessment to be learned: the movie does not leave indifferent. At best, it causes ... At worst, it irritates.

In fact, there are two ways to approach I'm a No Man's Land . Either by saying we will see Philippe Katerine clowning or engineering as his artistic taste. Is wondering how Thierry Jousse , former editor of Cahiers du Cinema (1991-1996), will assume the legacy of the New Wave or that of any single critic who tries to achieve (its The first feature we missed invisible when its release).

Proponents of the first approach, which emphasizes a whimsical, if not completely blocked is Philippe Katerine opportunity for parodying his own role (that of a singer who dresses like a drag queen on acid) may be disappointed. It is difficult to assume the status of an actor facing a camera when he's not a clip. Katerine plays like a banana. Facial expressions of amazement, staggered response, no change of tone, expression almost static. Yet well surrounded by Julie Depardieu , Aurore Clement and Jackie Berroyer , nothing works. Evil is very contagious, everyone ends up over-play. The responsibility for this failure may be dependent on the director and his direction of actors. Which brings us to the second approach to this film. How it is out Thierry Jousse after spending thousands of hours to watch films and write hundreds of papers on the latter sometimes being excessively partisan and arrogant. Well ... it is almost independent of our will to say but we must recognize that no talent for telling a story in pictures. It's extremely ugly plastically. No research design, a hideous photograph, a succession of close-ups ridiculous, some natural signs unnecessary conventional framings. Looks like the theater played poorly and badly filmed. It's pretty painful to watch. Hence the departure of 25% of spectators.

Rest history. Part of the criticism has grown complacent fashionable to write that this was a UFO. Indeed, if the lack of ambition or creativity makes extra-terrestrial then yes I could be called a No Man's Land of unidentified object. Yet the film contains all the elements of a classic frame is his way of being staged, which makes it unusual, understand the lack of cinematic character. His story is relatively trivial. A guy that success has made conceited and selfish inexplicably finds himself sentenced to return to his parents that he has seen since five years. Everyone in town recognizes him but has no interest for Roger he called Raoul Vidal or with whom he played rock music at the time. He falls in childhood ... cries of 'moms' hair in the shower when the water shuts off unexpectedly, he masturbated against trees and rediscovers his room, his music, his motorcycle, an initiatory path backwards somehow. A mysterious force (which has the name of that mysterious seen that the screen looks like a rewind) can not leave the village where he grew a bit like Groundhog Day where Bill Murray tirelessly woke to the sound of the music that heralded a identical to the previous day. Here, the director brings Katherine home for doing two things that liberate and enable it to escape permanently from his past and with the same time.

Jousse filmed a friend (Katherine) seeking to use his sense of irony to tell a story that at times touches on subjects touching, but overall everything is much too inconsistent for us out of torpor in which even the anachronistic soundtrack has plunged.