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Lostmarc'h, Water and Sunday ... little contest: D!

Some brands, like this, they have not had any luck, they had a shop in Paris rather isolated, not necessarily very explicit level window, then a visibility not that big on the internet.

And yet ... yet! Perfumes are simply exquisite!

order for you to discover these little-known perfumes, Dr. Jicky and offers a small contest, and also invites you to visit our beautiful store, 111 rue Vieille du Temple in the Marais district (not far from Fair Orange Free State ).

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Lostmarc'h. Behind the name typed "squaws Visigoth and clownish" (the expression that relates most Scrabble ...), lies a sacred perfume company boastful, original and signed. Small round table Lostmarc'h, perfumes Breton, smells ... Brittany!

Atao

Perhaps the least frivolous of the range, Atao is a cologne. Anyway, frankly, it is not uninteresting as that. In fact, it reminds me of the head of Habit Rouge, and less powder. For a walk along the dike, it is very nice to work with. No real surprise, even if it's the kind of person to always smile, even if that famous gale takes such straw hats ...

Water from Marin

No, I tell you right away, Water from Marino trimballe yellow raincoat in all day ... On the contrary, a person who is somewhat in the style of Atao in softer. Maybe a bit too smooth and transparent, the Marin Water will not mark the spirits, but will still be a distant friend carries a pleasant memory.

Din Dan

For say, Din Dan was a real favorite of the moment. A really nice guy, full of boost, enough green in the soul (perhaps his most dubious aspect ... it is very often the sanitizer to clean hands without soap!), But with a certain joviality! And for those disillusioned young ladies (or gentlemen), Dan Din also takes care of laundry!

Eau de L'Hermine

Ermine is the girl I met quite by chance. She had forgotten her big white scarf very soft on the bank of the dam. I had stayed long in hand, hoping any one coming. Then she appeared, a simple little white dress and a straw hat with a black headband decorated with a faded rose little above. Very nice, very nice, but on the other hand, like a Cinderella , it always disappears before the end of the ball!

Iroaz

The beautiful curly hair and almond eyes. One whose very smell of the skin seems so subtle to the point of becoming a fully fledged. Iroaz, all in a white dress with black spots dressed like the simplicity of things. Smell of roses, smell of wood, smell of spring, simply. To test it, and why not to adopt.

Ehud

A truly original creation that smells ... an afternoon on the beach. Oh yes, the towel white stripe and red, sand, sea, sun cream. We could even smell the wet ball by salt water and rough by sand grains that stick above. Present clear and bright, worn with a straw hat again. And careful not to splash Bronzers when you miss them, still wet from swimming ...

Lann Ael

Link which is spoken more. And not the least. Lutens wants us to smell bread. Lostmarc'h is more pastry from the oven ... Where the first fails, with a certain class anyway, the brand Breton successfully completes the feat of creating a truly delicious flavor, but totally balanced, and ultimately very soft and musky, that could almost evoke Musk pest. A strange greedy, and incredibly attractive.

Ael-Mat

I'll end with my favorite line: Ael-Mat. Indeed, it is rather quiet when it is discovered for the first times, and yet it's the one I prefer. It takes a little salty theme of Ehud, but also a dimension never felt water. In fact, it reminds me of Iris Ukiyo . Or rather, Iris reminds me very strongly Ukiyo Ael-Mat, the tab Ellena, a tangerine and a touch more balance compared to perfume Breton. The image of the rain that falls on a beach, just clean your skin full of salt, a poet and infinite perfume.

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Here for perfumes Lostmarc'h range.

However, they also have some colognes, well, very nice and friendly, but they are colognes. With the exception of a marvel, a gem buried so it must be dug up, like a treasure chest hidden by yards of sand: Water from Sunday!

Inspired by the family Sunday dinners, where the perfumer was marked by the smell of after shave his grandfather, he wanted to recreate the smell of this fleeting kiss where everything is confused: the wood of the table, the smell of his grandfather, the freshness of Sunday.

Well, forget more or less this description Papy : post-shave, no one could feel a small fugacity lavender top. Because frankly, this water is an ode to ... tonka bean! This water is lighter than its price, given that the bean provides durability on very soft skin.

Water from Sunday is actually very consistent, because before I even knew what it was based, is the image of a tablecloth white lace that came to mind. A touch a bit antiquated, but so nice and worked with musk and hints of pink surely enough "past" is such a vase on the table lace. Wood is finally the support of Water from Sunday, but not required.

A jewel that is convenient for fans of the Tonka Imperial Guerlain, but for milder days. For those family Sunday lunch ...

Now, place the little contest!

I put 4 miniature 4ml each of 4 different flavors of Lostmar'ch for 4 winners: small parade of presentation ...

And you can see first Hermine, and his slender figure in white robes. Dan Din, the little elf rural, ecological and helpful. Ehud, who toiled in the summer 2011 collection, mode towel, hat and even offers a range solar and Ael-Mat, solo sailor and wise.

If you are interested in this game, leave a comment on perfumes which inevitably evoke for you a holiday destination, and why not your opinion on the range. Results Our fashion week Made in Jicky Dr. Mister & Phoebus fall Sunday.

Finally, let the 4 that you'd like to discover: the first drawn has one he wants, the second one he wants, unless it has already been taken (in short, I organize myself but not worry, they're all good).

Good luck to you and that sweet smell marine carriers for you to be four-leaf clovers!

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Musc Ravager, Frederic Malle - troublemaker.

I could tell you about Dr. Groom and his secretary Ultrasexy. I could tell you that after innuendo thinly disguised, of languorous glances and breathing difficult, it is ultimately the scent of the Secretary Ultrasexy that prompted Dr. Married to the fault (and the perfume in question would Musc Ravager, you can imagine).

But no.

Already because it's pretty much the summary the romantic drama (in English with French subtitles) as my neighbor looks now so strong that it goes through walls ( Shhhhhh ... Puede llamarme Sergio, Magdalena ... ). And also because oddly, even if it's a little scenario that is expected before feeling Musc Ravager, well it's miles away from the fact that I actually did. Well, I grant you, of course I was preparing to be disturbed, because it is the adjective that occurs most often among those who have experienced Musc Ravager. Many speak of "naked woman", "odor of skin" ... I think these qualifiers, I readily concede to Mitsouko or base notes of Lolita Lempicka first perfume (which have no relation between them, certainly, but we all forge a personal definition of what can feel the skin in the notes of a perfume). A sniff, two sniff, and no, still no chest ahead. Third sniff and aah ... Here it is, I'm confused.

Ah yes, how not to be disturbed when we feel on a smelling something strange dog approaches while own just emerging to the groomer? (Disrupted in the direction astonished, eh, do not think I let myself zoophilia between the writing of two articles). It may seem derogatory way, but actually no, not at all ... It's just that I do not explain it. I just love the cinnamon, cook with a lot, eat a lot of candles scented with cinnamon and even have tried the cinnamon sorbet (which turns out to be disgusting, believe me, never attempt), I had many short references on the subject and yet not, it's my grandmother's dog, Snoopy, which is binding on me, which felt vaguely snoopy cinnamon due to the groomer shampoo, cinnamon mingled with the smell of dog hair all warm and had a particular rendering, a little fawn. This particular rendering I found in the top notes of musk beetle, and we agree, it's far from sexy. But it is far from feeling bad ..!

So here, I who was expecting a real cabaret, gender class and glamorous, I end up with the burlesque . And the result is equally bizarre: cinnamon and rum notes heads dissipate gradually giving way to something unfathomable, of saturated, dare I say grainy? The image that comes to me, that strikes me, which I use the heart, is a huge package of Curly, you know, these biscuits appetizers corn and peanuts, to fall down. This is where I take refuge in when I have heart problems ( Oh Sergiooo! laments the doctor's wife Married behind the wall, she probably found the pot-aux-Roses). I know that many more smell sweet and sour, rich and full of these little crackers (more if you got a girlfriend, takes a Curly). Heart notes of Musk Ravager essentially boil down to this very powdery, sweet, deaf and squeaky, but already with this side amber / vanilla base notes, which take time to settle ...

And finally we get there. Until then, I could not explain the name of the fragrance (which is after all much more spicy / musky amber that), but in the end, yes, we can detect musk this a bit special ... and we understand the term "pest" which has been linked! We also note that the aspect of "Wild", which already sparkled in the top notes, just make a comeback before the curtain down. The squeaky-curly side of middle notes evaporate, giving way to a cloud of sweetness and cream. Yes, whipped cream, whipped up the house drummer with a hint of vanilla sugar ... I do not know about you but I love the smell (not to mention the fact that we could die happy just by pilfering a lick whipped cream from the tip of the index to the same bowl ...).

tamed After several weeks, a question arises, however, and I can not answer. Can we call Musc Ravager of wealthy? The top notes were explosive, yes, but the power of the fragrance decreases exponentially I find (that, or else it is I who "get used" to the smell, quite simply, I can not say ). He quickly became a "skin scent" in the sense of "close to the skin", this time, not suggestive skin, although the holding is excellent: an easy day ... and our clothes smell good even whipped the next day!

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Grandpa made the Resistance!

Dentures, ok. Crosswords, ok. Walker, ok. Easels Scrabble, ok.

More dangerous than a girl showered Miss Dior Cherie, more cruel than the stepmother of Cinderella and more dangerous than psychopaths profilers shadow today our stars being honored are the grandpas!

Behind these figures lascivious looming dangerous odor-killers. Our investigators have ventured dangerously into the intricacies of the secret society the largest in the world, for your protection. You will not see the neighbor as before the 4th.

Their weapon? Their perfume. Short tour of the old feel-good, which proved to be true ... Weapons of Massive Scrabbelisation.

Prime Specimen: Grandpa Hermit

Carl Fredricksen - Là-Haut

It is said unsociable, moody, naughty limit. Eh eh ... must not be thought, but when Sir, during the pause before the advertising "Duels" Of Letters & Figures, go, nonchalantly toward his bathroom, not to check if "old" is a word of 9 letters . Oh no! And viciously muttering alone, he opened with his delicate Eau de Cologne ... The creaking metal cover, which withdraws the perniciously smile. He puckers his lips, revealing a cavity without teeth. He pours cologne on your hands, and applied with precision and used on his neck.
In his eyes, you can read his thoughts most dangerous "The account is good."

Prime Specimen: Grandpa Scholar

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The grandpa at the library that has all dream. Small pair of half-moon glasses on the nose, cardigan, plaid and small pair of moccasins moles, it is rather to be recognizable. It was he who told us full of stories when we were small. He told us he was a journalist, he was resistant, he had known Jean Moulin. Veritable museum unto itself, it always interrupts his stories to their paroxysms, looking over a gold pocket watch two small needles, synonymous with our bed. Her perfume is the story too: Mr. handkerchief. Jicky husband, this fragrance is a living legend. Like Grandpa scholar, he seems to have experienced everything, and we will continue to evoke the wisdom! Grandpa back his spectacles on his nose, and his story continues ... amount, however in his mind the most diabolical plans for the current resistance.

Prime Specimen: Grandpa ... Grandpa!

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Sponsored by Stannah Stairlifts and St Hubert Omega 3, it is. .. bland. Nothing surpasses everything is perfect. It has a small pavilion, garden gnomes, a pendulum in a wooden lounge that sniffs the smell of wax. He never raises his voice, and helps to Granny's cakes, and smiling more. He regretted a little time, but do not say all the time either. Nooooon ... He listens Nostalgia H24 to express his dismay. Its fragrance, it's been 50 years that it has the same. It smells good, it is fresh then the class, "refined elegance" he says. His small trump "little rascal, young rebel"? It presents two pschit after showering, between A Question For The Champion and Health Magazine. Hula's, great eternal rebel!

Prime Specimen: Grandpa Bougon

Raymond - Scenes of Household

His wife, neighbors, races, France and the French, all the nerves. Her specialty? Bitch. And say that everything was better before. Aaah ... the 1900s! No chemicals, and Jove! No Internet perverter youth. It has its place in the Resistance. Actually, it's a bit sponsoring these attacks Scrabbelisation Massive. In fact, talking of Scrabble ... Rien ne va plus! How it tolerating some English words? Deuce! Olfactory, Grandpa Bougon chose Français Fern, of Penhaligon's, because "it at least it's true men's fragrance." Clean, elegant, slightly old-fashioned, all indications are that Bougon Grandpa has another reason to wear this perfume. Oh, but wait, what he might be hiding under this little knot?

Prime Specimen: Grandpa Freshness

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In truth, it Fresheur Grandpa, Grandpa's Hype! He facebook, iPhone with the application that allows parties to cheat for his Scrabble. It has 3 pairs of Converse, and he put some skinny jeans. Then when he joking all the time! And what a flirty inveterate ah the little rascal! The ladies all dressed in fur, the youngest of all ... no, not dressed. And besides that, Grandpa Fresh remains attractive. His ultimate secret? Geranium To Sir, Dominique Ropion by Editions de Parfums Frederic Malle: a fern, yes, I am a grandpa anyway, but oh so studied, very fresh, and with the addition of a color that reminds her glasses;). It is known to our services to be the henchman for business computing. And yes, his office phone has large keys.

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Azzaro Pour Homme - When the Night Falls

Above all, the article that follows was written so that reading and music match perfectly! Normally, each " ♬ When The Night Falls ♬" , you hear this little tune ^ ^. Then for the promo, Chromeo is a Quebec band that sings a song here to take course in the second degree ... Well, it's not necessarily my style of music, but here for once, I thought it fitted quite ambience!

♬ When The Night Falls ♬

"Nah, but you can not understand! You know, life is like dance floor, or you're on the track, or you're at the bar. "

Thanks for that clarification Azzaro Pour Homme.
It crosses a lot of people ... strange in a nightclub. Well, now, the cacophony is ... particular. The lights, the screams, the bodies that sweat and .... big macho seducer! No luck this time I fell Azzaro Pour Homme, Zozo said, sure I'd be a nice " hunting companion" to this "pure evening full of chicks . Funny, I was convinced he was going to say female. Like what. One should never judge people at first sight. But Azzaro Pour Homme, it's hard not to understand me.

yellow shirt open to the infinite on a hairy chest to scare away the most powerful fragrances furs, diamond-enamel smile with a mouth perpetually small crease on the side. These are the attributes of macho macho man! And speaking attribute, Azzaro Pour Homme have only one topic of conversation for his attribute to him ... Romance, refinement and good taste to serve you! A man, a real, working for the ladies!

It descends to an approach "Air", from the bar stool and in a clear gesture (a rotation of the pelvis and swinging symmetrical front to back with both arms, and several times), it balance in the cheering crowd the famous "Wouhouuuuuu!" Gray believes that anyone good to cry when she wants to dance. Its not "glide smoothly" on the dance floor, her silhouette background in the mass, alongside a charming appearance and delicately platinum blonde ... orange. Zozo raises his arms high in the sky, a sign of his virility the most intense, and ...

♬ When The Night Falls ♬

The atmosphere is at its worst! Insipid blondes are shaking their hair so that " fruit acids go right to the tips, as in the pub " small foufou wiggle all students while "harmony", and smells begin! Wuhu! It well known, the moisture brings out the flavor. There, not magnifying it. Azzaro Pour Homme by his hairy chest dripping with good male secretion, shares her joy! Oooh ... Coconut is good, it's not " I wish you all the happiness in the world " that happens!

Ah there it is, I see him start his ridiculous dance with another blonde ... Yes, this little rocking back and forth of the arm at the crotch very clear leaves me no doubt about the nature of the choreography . I put my hand on my face, so desperate! Oh la la ... But how is it possible? Look at me that! They are close, when the fairer damsel breathes delicate aroma of his mouth. A small pseudo-seductive freshness. Include: Zozo has watered the mouth of this filth pschitt synthetic spray, " for breath."

There are always moments of shame, where an embarrassing question, you just want to say "Sorry do not speak French " and starting pitcher with a smile ... Say there, when I saw the silhouette of Black Ink, his little blue shirt patterned light, gently open on a simple neckline and male, I wanted no longer exist, Azzaro Pour Homme face me, his greatest kindness, threw his yellow shirt on his head. Nah but it's not true. I just wanted to do what a friend! Then here is the other Gifted returns to the bar, topless, drunk and sweaty as energy ... no, better to avoid the comparison.

♬ When The Night Falls ♬

He embraces me in his arms protruding, showing me his "Evening blow," Jade, Miss Dior evening. I smiled "stupid" to the two lovebirds, while I try with my feet back quietly to them my transparent red plastic stool, trying to make as little noise as possible, in my most intense paranoia. Big moment of suspense for me. But blessed I am, the music goes into a rhythm electro-ending, take me away, to my dismay, my two darlings. I let out a "Whew " relief. Black ink channel so subtly in my ear.

"- I see you've got to know Zozo ...

- If you knew, I think I'm close to suicide! I retorted, actually on the verge of suicide.

- And yet, you're at the beginning, I moves away from the " I show myself to the entire box "

- Are you serious here?

- Azzaro Pour Homme, where the art of finesse to show the world that yes, he has balls "concludes Black Ink, in a prophetic word, as saying to burn on a marble slab, which we will install a copy on each shrine of perfume!

♬ When The Night Falls ♬

The epilogue of this beautiful evening paints a rather successful. Black ink and me to drink a little lemon simple, let the rest of the time talking, like good lovers Muppet Show, the two lovers for a night, and on several other specimens fluttering.

For the record, the yellow shirt still littered the foot of the bar where she fell ...

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Ck One - Teenage Dream.

The few times I walk into a Sephora to actually buy a perfume (it's rarer than a lunar eclipse but it happens) - and not pretending to stroll in I went to the perfume in secret last variation Shalamar ... I'm always curious to see what samples the seller will give me, all smiles, with the bag containing my purchase. Free advertisement, a way of saying "in fact, I'd have rather seen wearing this perfume there, so next time maybe, if it You like it? ". I take it a bit like personality tests cans found in celebrity magazines, you know, ten questions, three answers VERY stereotyped, and therefore three verdicts super antagonists that will forever change your vision things (most of triangles, you're happy, sad, sexy and reserved). Cashiers Sephora, these profilers from the shadows then, in turn distribute arms samples of perfumes most bankable after subtly annalysé the client and have a label pasted to the target audience. Gniark gniark, if they knew I might be platinum blonde, but behind my foundation orange dark hides a manipulative monster masters the art of psychology. A kid who buys Lolita Lempicka first fragrance? And Hop, two samples of Nina and she will know where to apples. A salt-pepper Jacky released their purchasing power of its banana-leather wallet to buy yet another Eau Sauvage? And Hop, a sample of Cool Water by Davidoff, he will return in two months divorced, hair dyed and dressed like a teenager. An old lady who comes to buy his extract Shalimar, like every first Wednesday of the month? And Hop, five samples with shalimar bag (why stop milking the cow when the milk was still ...?). Before me this day there, a very cheerful woman, dressed in black, about fifty, walked away with the bottle of Chanel No. 19 and a battery of samples of Balenciaga. Slut! I shook my bottle of Lolita Lempicka au Masculin asking me what I myself, this time it. The first time I got to play by Givenchy, a sample of black and white sample. It was to die of boredom, I fell asleep before reaching the middle note (the worst is that it's true, but must say that I had tried before going to bed). The second time I was foisted Guerlain Homme, and frankly BiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiP * *... Ah, thin, I can not say what I think really because the co-host of this blog has censored my comments. Finally, the last time I got to ... Please note, hang onto your keyboards, pregnant women and people with heart refrain: Three samples of One Million. THREE. I emerged from the pouch to put them on the counter before turning on his heel and thanked the saleswoman vaguely without looking.

on this day so I misais all on the cashier too simplistic Balanciaga who had given the previous client. And I was right to believe in his honest smile, teeth slightly wrong, because at the bottom of the bag was a small white spray. Stuck in his folding white cardboard too, there were marked plainly CK One. I do not doubt that I still have a big crush (this especially Dedications to that vendor-who did not recognize: I thank you a thousand times!). To be honest, at the time, I was not really happy because for me the worst was Calvin Klein fragrance brand you can find in the mainstream (even if the level goes up a little today with Beauty) . I knew the insipid ckfree, instability ckIN2U, the unbearable Obsession ... Ck one I knew by name, never felt, and yet I hated him immediately. Only, what, come on, two weeks later that I realized I did not know exactly what he felt. And it's on a whim I went out sample my nightstand for me perfume before going to sport one night anyway because nobody pays attention to what you feel in a Gymnasium (the air is so dusty and saturated that it is better to put off his nostrils mode to survive).

During the warm up, then I moved the arm in all directions, I was enveloped by Ck one and force me to see he was far from feeling bad ... A little lemon, a little jasmine, a little tea, a little ... What? Cotton? It smells like cotton. But I was really in bad times, small Péteux I was last year, but oh is that me now I know a little fragrance is that I will not let me fool more which is formatted to appeal to the masses, I bear the vintage, old Guerlain, the niche of the feminine, the complex of rare, if you please. My bad faith, therefore, was largely diluted the positive first impression that came to mind. What is true, I was not born the last exit from Escada, mainstream perfumes that smell good five minutes, the time for checkout, and then have more soul, more poetry, nothing more, they are flat. I feel my wrist, but that's ah, ah, but I was sure, but oh what a waste of time, ah but I doubted it. Condescending little smile before going on the parallel bars. This perfume smells of chalk. It smells pungent, it stings the nose. Forgotten, the soft top notes, CK one finally shows me his face treacherous perfume commercial. Humpf!

Too bad faith, too much bad karma? Maybe. I'm falling at the end of my movement, poor output, fracture maléole, yet I never hurt me usually ... Nothing too serious (but two weeks of the first competitions was catastrophic). Lying on the carpet, I realized that I felt so acrid, dusty, chalky ... It was as magnesia, which I had brushed his hands before putting on the bars, and CK One was obviously overshadowed, somewhat lower on my wrist (that's what happens when we pay attention for the first time in what feels a gymnasium that will teach me not to keep the nostrils mode off!). But damn, I so wanted to hate him, this perfume ...

In the emergency waiting room, the next day I took my sample with me, completely overwhelmed by my own stupidity. I hated myself on the spot, to have as many preconceived ideas, is one of my big faults, but I'm working, I'm working on ... Thus, freshly showered, far from the pungent smells and dusty carpet of the Gymnasium, I saw one CK at fair value. I feel like the hero of one of those Scandinavian tales for children, where a boy fleeing a white wolf through the woods because he has always said they were dangerous. Only when the boy fell and hurt that the wolf can finally catch up. And that the boy realizes that the white wolf is innocuous, in addition to having a beautiful peeling. The fur of my white wolf in me feels good adorably jasmine in notes heart, drowned in a cloud of musk and enhanced with a hint of green tea, which prevents the perfume around in circles on the subject of laundry. CK one fitted in so well with the prevailing smell sanitized, ubiquitous in hospitals, a little disturbing as a ultrasson, white blouses, the harsh light of halogen light, lino ... Since I associate nurses (and now that I think, CK one can make a very good perfume to work ). But well beyond this first memory, the more I feel CK one, and it reminds me of the time and the mindset of its launch, ie Youth simple, wise and relaxed 90s.

I remember friends of my brother, ten years my senior, when they were my age. These young people the hair a little long, which tore their blue jeans at the knees, played basketball after school, had rings steel gray teeth and wearing T-shirts united. Drank and ate crystalline Prince Lu snack. Their girlfriends, very wise, who chatted, sitting on the sidewalk a little further, showed off pigtails and incorporating daisies, romantic. No laptop, no joints, no alcohol, fewer laughs but more smiles, less rebellious, but deep down, perhaps freer than today's youth? Maybe they went at sunset, but at least they went together.

Last week (ie, exactly one year after my injury and my first test of CK one), I bubble in front of a music channel after draining the last drops of my sample and I came across a clip of Katy Perry that accurately reflects the images reminds me of the scent. You could not escape, this Teenage Dream, Fall 2010 tube ect, ect ... I had never seen the video and I loved this atmosphere of 90's staging, first summer vacation with friends, blue jeans, cars, beach, midnight swim without the patience to wait until midnight. Exactly, alternatively a little more Americanized, though. But Calvin Klein is an American brand, so we're not going to say anything.

That said, concluding that, in the end? Smell enjoyable gathering and signed, excellent overall consistency of the launch, commercial success is not fading in over ten years of production ... Do not throw away, what is there more to elevate the status of a fragrance classic, or rather, new-classical ? This elite that emerges while fresh, and who deserves this distinction, the Angel, Body Kouros, Amor Amor, Hugo Boss ..? These flavors would have bet on which can not be in their infancy, we may be intensely maddening because too apt, because too much sometimes, but that dominate the market ... These fragrances, behind a commercial aspect always assumed, are at the same time incredibly well built, and therefore do not deserve their place at the top !

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Carnal Flower - Jungle Power-Head

In the jungle wet and clammy in this maze of wilderness, I met her. Wild. It gives the initial impression that Carnal Flower, when you approach it for the first time. However, the approach itself of this endangered animal is worth the detour.

Basically, no safaris planned. Just the pleasure of wandering in the jungle, damp cave of the world, where time is no longer as it is. The jungle is the country sounds. The crack of a branch, the wind whipping some larger leaves that our face in a whisper quiet, the pearl drop that after the wide green of this country. Each sound is analyzed by an ear to power tenfold.

But the jungle is also home to the smells. The slightly pungent wildflowers color pronounced that gently wet aquatic vegetation, but also slightly dry wood density of protected nature, the delicate and fresh green leaves of this is being done crunching under our feet.

Carnal Flower is a real entity of the jungle. It is the animal, vegetable and mineral the unknown environment in which I wander. Animal by its liveliness, his enthusiasm and his aura of being untouchable and yet so real. Because we do meet, so to say never Carnal Flower. We feel the the guess, but it never appears before us.

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The sound of wings that fly can be heard just above me. Sheets close to a brown past fall at my feet and I stop. The natural noise of the jungle turned off. More pops, wheezing or aquatic resonances. A frightening calm, which I actually reveals the deep darkness of the place.

I'm not safe. Some kind of invisible eyes open in the sudden darkness of the jungle. Small noises like a cape touches the ground littered with gigantic leaves reach my ear, and I decided to save myself. At first, I walked quickly to tell the truth, I will not run for not frighten me. But ... odors were faster! The violence of a blow in the stomach, another in the head and one last just under the nose, without returning to it, bores me. I fell face down in the earth. I did not move Moreover, fear of being attacked again, but in fact, I was helped.

Jungle is versatile. Carnal Flower as well. Sometimes wild, it is now soft. I raise my head and observe speed around, desperate creature eventually ubiquitous. The darkness has subsided. Actually, I think the rain begins to fall. She wakes up again nature: the sound of small drops which turns into large beads of water, and end up falling on the earth, in a chant of smells, sights and sounds gorgeous. I open my mouth a little, and drizzle a few drops of this fresh white I fall on the tongue, awakening a taste a little bitter, milky wet and deeply throughout my mouth.

drizzle intensifies gradually, and becomes a true tropical rain. The jungle is so hostile initially become almost welcoming. Vapors seem to escape from land, trees, vines and leaves. Everything gets lost in the haze inexplicable. Everything melts.

And in a last breath of wind, I feel the last time the wake of Carnal Flower in the air.

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Today, I walked Rue des Archives, then I heard screams ... full of cries. has to believe in a remake of the music video Kids! In fact, I passed in front of the No. 69 street. And this time, residents of this land of libertinism olfactory were full games.

How to tell? I entered the store, everything was colorful. Norman the carpet on the ground was littered with blue cards to the spiral pattern clearer. A huge box hanging around on the black table in the back of the room. The posters all the more colorful than the others seemed to make winks. Books to taste ... particular chattered in unison and harmony pleasing child. Vials were ringing their steps on the staircase black and one in particular is eagerly looked in the mirror (some Whore of Palaces ).

paper airplanes yellow, pink, green or blue flying in all directions. I closed the door quickly.

Outside: no noise.

A penalty j'entrouvais again opening 69 that everything was resuscitated in the neighborhood!

A pure madness.

Then I know I am sometimes slow to relax, I asked what they were doing in that childish atmosphere and perky ...

observe and analyze: the flasks have a kind of paper a little yellowed clumsily taped by a tape which oscillates between life and death. In each of these pieces of paper inscribed with the name of an object, animal, place, etc. ... And for them to guess. I sit in the comfortable red sofa, and I look ...

Magnificent Obsession - Okay, guys, who starts? It is not everything, but I have blood in the oven ... Then do not waste your breath for anything

Carrion , mocking - Immediately big words!

The bottle stands, watching me in the corner and begins his series of questions.

Well, is it that I'm an animal?

Rossy - Yes, but not that ...

Carrion, too happy to be live on the right track - Aaah ... I'm in cold environments? Not really. Ok Huuum. I'm an insect! Either. A decaying corpse? A Scavenge? Not even a small frame? Decidedly ...

Praise From Traitor , malicious - You fly;)

Fat Electrician - Okay, you there! The traitor! I beg you not to hit in the back by helping others. A Carrion : Continue.

Carrion - I steal ... That's interesting! "But not that." Ok I'm in heaven? Ah! I heat! Well ... Is that the sky is composed of something else? Huh? There is something else. Ok, so it would be a kind of symbolic background?

Rossy - not get too excited ... it's just a particular fund

Carrion - Wait wait wait! Reattach all the pieces! I am a seagull on a blue background with black studs! But yes! Speaking at his indoles : yes girls, I'd forgotten! Who's next?

A thud is heard. Putain des Palaces is, which - again - broken her compact! She smiled, a little pitcher.

Palaces of Hell, embarrassed - ^ ^ Uh ... my turn? So, I'm an animal? Silence. To see your heads, no. Listen guys ... I've never been good at this kind of game! She puts her heels pink rhinestones in place and slides her nail varnish ... Especially in her long hair dyed a few sequins. She starts crying . You're all good about yourself! Me, I'm just an ordinary compact plastic on the edges, with a connotation yucky!

olfactory assistance, in chorus - Uh ....

Rossy, the taking his arm - Girl, you just find more! You were a compact time of Qin Shi Huangdi! A collector's item! You know, you have nothing to envy to Ombre Rose, for you are truly unique! Come on, just give me a hug =)

Toreros Blank - Good ... my turn here? Yeah ... well it tells me She burst a bubble of chewing gum blue Carrion. Is it OK that I am an object? No. Noted. An animal? Still no? You want my hand on his gu ... war is a way to defeat. Good. A place? Won. Lack of enthusiasm serious . Cool cool. Super. A charming place? So common. Yes, common. In town? Oh no ...

Magnificent Obsession - It's there, you play not just himself?

Virgins and Toreros , falling not even notice - A place to campaign, then? Ok A common place in the country? I might say something stupid ... Notions of work? No. Fun then? Yes! Trite + campaign + fun ... uh ... a campsite?

Magnificent Obsession, jaded - Ouiiiii! Bravo ! Now you have the right to your explanation, then it was the turn of Huge Navel (still busy to admire him, I tell you not to hang the ordeal piece of tape!).

Virgins and Toreros - Pleasant St. pray for us. Camping then? Yes, a certain smell of air mattresses, grass, small heater and nature (still!). I agree.

Navel Huge , eloquent - Hum hum .... I can? Good. Well if I could know God, the gentle allegory of my being ...

Tilda - Er ... you we did in my French pretty?

Huge Navel-Oh! I always feel belittled you, poor mortals face my infinite beauty! I see such a beautiful season extended in the space of this unstable world of illusions!

Tilda , ironic - You'll laugh, but you're not that far away, O beau ...

Nothing doing air guitar, through the "game room", without even paying attention to other

Navel Huge , contemptuous - My god ... Go play in the countryside so full the eternal void that your artistic soul tends to share with us!

Tilda - Won! You are an endless campaign! Too strong, young bottle;)

Navel Immense, shocked - But, but, but! Oh! And the deuce!

Tilda - it's my turn! Is what I'm a Celebrity? (Silence in the audience ). Well, it was going to laugh ... Band of vegetables!

True Blonde, are doing a manicure with a product that stinks - Nan but still ... uh ... you're too strong! chuckles . Every time you see the first time! Oh ( going hand in her long blonde hair, natural course as hue)


Tilda , determined - Good. Is what I am a place? Yes!? Cool then! I am a famous place or intimate? A monument?

Jasmin & Cigarettes , spitting out a puff of white tobacco - Listen darling, say that you lean more on intimacy (breathes a breath again fatal)

Tilda - Eh eh! I walk! Is it is a place that everyone (I know, I speak badly but it's not easy!) or rather a rather exclusive place?

I Am Woman - Bah ya know darling, it's actually the second class that! Huh? A antihero and Fat Electrician : Hey guys, there's another redhead who s'demande c'quelle if it is of vital or luxury! I answer him going to see? ( thunderous laugh redneck ). Nan j'déconne! ( Tilda contemptuous silence ), you're not really in need.

Tilda - My God! It is not made! A secondary site personnel ? I am a home? Oh I heat! Is what I'd be a second home? Yes, but more accurate! Uh ... I do not know me. I'm a holiday? A vacation? No. An OK house weekend? No. Eh beh my old ... A childhood home?
Delicious Closet Queen
- It's not too soon my pretty. I'm sure you can be even more precise! To adjust a scarf pink feathers on the shoulder and will enter the discussion with Jasmin & Cigarettes and Bendelirious.


Tilda - Ah! Cool then! I am a childhood home! In the mountains? No. To the sea? Nor, decidedly. In the countryside? Won! Oh yes! I'm a country house of a child who goes out into the garden! I have all good! Yiha!

Divin'Enfant - And myself in the role of the child! Is not it sprouts? Makes a kiss on the cheek to Tilda. Good. Is what I am an animal? No. Well. A place? scratching the back of the head. Still no . I remember once when I screamed in the street as "NO THIS IS NOT A PROPER PLACE" then I'm gone from this place.

The full Assistantce is flabbergasted.

Virgins & Toreros - But it is completely discarded this one!

Divin'Enfant - Hey! I'll tell my mother! But it was not because you listen to me! Good. I am an object then? Not really ... ok. Oh I'm lost! I am ... Dining? Yes? Ouiiiii!! Aah! I'm pretty sweet or salty? Mellitus. And I just hope you will not go into the cliché of the small child who loves marshmallows!

I Am Woman - marshmallow is your mother. A antihero and Fat Electrician : Hey! Guys, did you saw THE reply J'lui that I sent? Mouah ah ah!

Divin'Enfant - Actually I think it's not really me the boy in the story ... but hey! Pass! I'm edible, so. Mellitus. Uh, very sweet? Yes, anyway. Not see that much?

Jasmin & Cigarettes - But look, darling, since you said so!

Divin'Enfant - Ok Ok Good. Is it good? Instead. So much the better ... I have found in bread? Or more candy? Ah! I'm not a candy, but a work of baking bread. In more personal you say! A pastry home then! Ok .. tape in his hands. Good: a blank? mellow? an apple pie? a badge? charlotte? meringue? a ... what? A meringue! But more precise ... What changes in merignue home?? Oh yes! I found it!! Meringue a bit overdone!

Tilda , euphoric - Choupinette Bravo! You have found! My dear, everyone found it! Hoping the next time that our other colleagues will play the game more turbulent in their turn! It is not everything, but I have a pumpkin on fire;)

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THIS IS ONLY A BEGINNING
Jean-Pierre Pozzi Pierre and Barougier
Documentary, 1 hr 35

The candle has been lit. Silence is a gradual, small body begin to calm and look towards the teacher. With a bit mystery well suited to the things of the spirit, the "workshop philosophy" can begin ...



They called Abder Hamen, Louise, Shana or Yanis, they are between 3 and 4 years students are in kindergarten of Jacques Prevert-Mee-sur-Seine (Val-de-Marne). Three apples high, these children do not yet know the word, they already recognize the need to: ask questions, seek answers, speak and listen, advance the understanding of life.
Filmed over two years at a school PTA, the film by Jean-Pierre Pozzi Pierre and Barougier is a delicate work, that looks soft and kind on the small man.



Assembly, without voiceover, reflects the progress of their questions, the words free and unexpected, already very personal to share the children: "Can you die with open eyes? "Does it makes them happy, to have children? "If
words are essential, but also by the silence that gives the film see the thought in the workplace. He knows linger on the faces, looks perplexed, signs of misunderstanding. "Conducting these workshops changed my look on students and my teaching, "says Pascaline Dogliani, school teacher, who is at the heart of this adventure with his class.

The film also stresses the importance of what happens in kindergarten: "The appropriation of language, listening, the meaning of the word, says Isabelle Duflocq, director of the school. The institution has left us to do. We even got some encouragement ... "

Élodie MAUROT

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France, 2008, 1:10

In Paris in March 2002, the maids employed by the company to work in the Arcade Accor hotels, went on strike. Their main demands: lower rates of work and payment of all hours worked. Most striking are the mothers of African descent who are first to fight for their rights. After a year of struggle, they come out victorious ... But in May 2004, the union delegate who had played a leading role in the strike, is dismissed. The fight resumed around her.

Filmed over a period of over four years, this film paints a picture of struggle where, with few resources but a strong will, individuals jostle the law of the prevailing bid in the workplace.

The movie is exhilarating. Euphoric politically first, because it demonstrates that the fight is possible, with few resources, but with the will to win, to fight and resist the urge to harm employers. euphoric as humanly speaking, to see in action and over time, the resistance of these women, often mothers of African descent, revealing a sense of collective struggle.

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FIRE
film by Denis Villeneuve Quebec, 2 h 10
Exile always carries with him his share of secrets, shadows and silence. Geographical distance and the past torn cause pain that migrants keep in them. The day in Montreal, a notary reads the twins Jeanne and Simon Marwan the will of their mother Nawal suddenly shut in a silence which she was not leaving, they understand that the mystery of their birth will be unveiled at the end of a mission it entrusts to them post-mortem.

Jane receives an envelope to deliver to the father they thought was dead, and Simon one for a brother they never knew existed. Joan agrees, Simon rebels. He shines against the distant mother, he never understood. But the notary who will accompany them, close to this woman, released this universal truth: "Death is never the end of a story. "
From his grave, Nawal transmits its weight children who crushed and they must free themselves. On their way, someone warned, "Sometimes it is perhaps better not to know everything. "In seeking their father and brother, the twins discover that they knew neither their mother nor her terrible story. Now they need to know.
To unravel the mystery of their birth, they go back to the sources of their family past and into the labyrinth of a country at war, so far from home, where the fates, like a sinister game of cards, are beaten and trite, an arbitrary random terrifying. But
revelation after a long inner journey that runs from Quebec to a country not named the Middle East, will have the devastating effect of an ancient tragedy, which possesses the power of myths and lies really at that height.



Adapted from one part of the beautiful and strong theatrical trilogy of Quebec playwright, Wajdi Mouawad was born in Lebanon, which had engulfed the Festival d'Avignon in 2009 (Littoral, Fires, Forests ), the film by Denis Villeneuve seizes the topic at this altitude symbolic.
Villeneuve reinforces its singularity in Quebec cinema
But it is constrained by its mode of expression, to bring this tale of origins realistically, where the author on the scene space, displayed a stylized narrative, which kindled the imagination of the viewer .
Denis Villeneuve is the challenge was to seize the world and words of Mouawad. He says his own vision to translate the real ruthless, psychology tormented characters and the force of destiny inserted in landscapes that also compose the score.
The game of his actors (Remy Girard, Lubna Azabal, Mélissa Desormeaux-Poulin, Maxim Gaudette, with actors Iraqi and Jordanian), supports end to end, the scale of his ambition.

Fire was selected to represent Canada in the category "Best Foreign Film at the upcoming Oscars.

Jean-Claude RASPIENGEAS

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JR's work it looks like 100%: optimistic, cheerful. And a prodigious energy, contagious every moment spent with very nice young man gives you wings. The time you spend (half past one) in her film, Women Are Heroes in theaters this Wednesday, provides the same effect.

Fishing. JR sees everything in great, monumental, yet ephemeral, punctual. His gigantic pictures which covers the walls, roofs, trains many cities around the world are aesthetically beautiful, but also cleverly subversive. And the movie he made from all these experiences "pictorial" is a model of artistic and political documentary quite unusual in cinematic landscape of this exercise.



Missing Women Are Heroes would be a grave mistake. First, because this movie gives fishing, which is not very common in the days. Then it is surprising because, in essence and form, and that surprises are always very invigorating. Finally, because the "message" of this documentary is new, particularly in his writing against the grain of what is done is usually said. He talks about women in distress, at least extreme poverty, that it never shows us into victims or fatally shot unarmed, but rather combative, dynamic, incredibly alive. Literally: they love life, life that other filmmakers have described as disastrous, forcing the viewer to compassion.

The film begins with a scene that does not immediately understand: the camera shoots in very similar terms, face and breasts of a naked black woman, her eyes half-closed, which can suppress many complaints . Not really happy, you might think. Wrongly, because suddenly the cries of a newborn outweigh the groans of the woman, her mother. JR's camera comes to film, with infinite delicacy, childbirth somewhere in Africa. Poor, poor ... not necessarily transition a favela in Rio de Janeiro, da Providencia favela Mono, of sinister reputation: violence is the rule here. Women who tell their lives, sometimes their survival, yet are impressive valor: they do not intend to leave their makeshift home, they have established networks of solidarity, they want to educate their children.



Dignity. Pulsating with music by Massive Attack, the camera runs on the trails of the favela, one sees here and there the huge picture pasted on the walls JR lepers. Pictures of these women, they grin, their faces in mischievous winks. In Cambodia then, in a slum slated for demolition, other strong women say they will not leave. India, Shanti, a beautiful lady with white hair held in a bun, sitting cross-legged in a flowing orange robe, describes hilarious how she terrorized the people of his district who were about to rape her because she was to a lower caste. His laughter, communicative, said that while the dignity of this woman, still remained situations frankly cruel mistress that she has experienced. It remains dumbfounded face of such courage that does not say his name as if he was not choice. And we remember a wonderful book, In the City of Widows (Belfond, 2008), where the author, the Colombian James Cañón, had the same bias as that of JR: in a village suddenly emptied of his men forcibly recruited by the guerrillas, previously passive women are taking matters in hand, transform the roles and relationships.

Whiners say it's a bit simplistic to persist and to show light rather than darkness where life is often a challenge. Too bad for them and good for those who prefer see the glass as half full. BEATRICE
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JR, born 22 February 19831, is a French contemporary artist. He exhibited his photographs in the street, which he describes as "the largest art gallery in the world" 2. His work combines art, action, processes of engagement, freedom, Identity and limite3. It is presented by Fabrice Bousteau as "that which is already called the Cartier-Bresson of the twenty-first century" 4.

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A car jutting into the hot desert. She stops, opens the trunk, a guy comes out. He delivers a monologue to the camera, then leaves. On the other hand, a band of spectators who came from who knows where. Armed with binoculars, they came to attend a show, but what is it exactly? In the distance something moves: a tire, it seems, who started his road and blew everything he finds: objects, animals, and then people. A young girl goes into a convertible. Our tire is love: beware of those who will be on its way ...



is anything? Yet it is the second film by Quentin Dupieux, electro musician who, early in the twenty-first century, the house down with a tube ultra-minimalist "interpreted" by a puppet (actually, a yellow washcloth with arms and eyes) under the sweet name of Mr. Oizo. A famous brand of jeans has made it his muse, the euro sank afloat, but Dupieux quickly turned the page: the realization is apparently his real passion, he signed in 2006 under his real name is an ambitious film but missed the tandem Eric & Ramzy Steak (after an average film hilarious, Norfilm). The press is shared (some crying turnip, others budding genius), the film is a public failure: never mind, since Dupieux itself is moderately satisfied by this first test. Rubber is the second, much more humble in its means and so much more free to go wherever he wants. Presented at Cannes this year, the film boasts a mouth-to-ear limit hysterical rumor is born, the cult status it ready to be awarded.



For once, the rumor is not exaggerated: Rubber has the intelligence to take great care to tell a story that does not mean anything. This does not mean that this existential road movie is a reflexive exercise in style as beautiful as vain as surprising as it may seem, we finally focus on the tire bloodthirsty and solitary with a rotten soul, but could kill for love. Dupieux draws around the world of cinema a, the most elegant (Cronenberg course, Scanners Crash, but Lynch and Craven) at least blameless (the series of Chucky) and nevertheless manages to sign a truly personal film in perfect balance between farce connected to the brink of happening and the Series B post-modern at the Scream who plays both ways: the irony scary as the first degree.



Impeccably filmed (with a digital camera!), Rubber does not pretend to be anything other than what it is but Quentin Dupieux manages to impose a resolutely unique atmosphere where the absurd is also anxiety that hilarious , where the characters are aware of their status as pure fiction but surprised to have to die, and where objects are endowed with a conscience that drives them to perform to get the ugly beautiful. Not bad for a film that tells the story of a tire that exploded heads. Fabien Reyre

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Diego Luna, Mexican actor and producer after a documentary on boxing in 2007, Abel has just completed her first film fiction around the father figure. Masterfully.

Diego Luna is a Mexican stage personality. Thirties, a friend of Gael Garcia Bernal and John Malkovich, producers Abel Diego is a child of the ball. He lost his mother two years and son of famous designer Alejandro Luna, he is "born" actor. "The theater is a perfect place," he said, I found a sort of office within the family of a great fantasy play. "Diego Luna is

noticed internationally when it awarded the Marcello Mastroianni, in Venice in 2001 for his role in Y tu mamá también, Alfonso Cuaron, along with Gael Garcia Bernal. Subsequently, he played, among others, for Spielberg and Gus Van Sant. When, in 2007, he produced a documentary a Mexican boxing champion, JC Chavez, he realized "over the shooting that it is especially the relationship with his son who appears." By the story of Abel, there is only one step.


Built in collaboration with a childhood friend, Augusto Mendoza, the character of Abel is a small nine year old boy who lives alone with his mother in a house resembling psychosis, colored version s' it is. Given the absence of the father, Abel decides to "replace" not only with her mother but also her sister Elder and his little brother. "For me, this is a way both to evoke how the role of a mother is essential in the life of a child and, inversely, to honor the responsibility of my father, me raised alone. "



Although Abel is reached on the tone of fantasy, a" fabula "is deeply rooted in the social reality of Mexico. "In Mexico, most fathers have disappeared from the U.S. in virtually abandon their families to do another elsewhere. When they are released, they reappear. What makes them irresponsible beings, in constant flight. "Metaphorically, the house of Abel represents the state of the country, and his attendance at psychiatric hospitals, the condition of its abandoned children. But Abel is a disturbing film, a sort of fantastic dream. Twisting the neck to reality, Diego Luna is based on precisely the kind he has chosen to tell his. Abel went to the other side of the mirror, his style house changes depending on his mood ...



But the acting, the direction of child actors, that makes sense. And Diego Luna is the master in this matter. "The documentary is a good springboard to find his way but I feel more comfortable in fiction. I can use my experience as an actor. I know how an actor makes his character believable and alive. "Diego Luna, actor on stage and in film, producer, demonstrated his directorial debut with a fine sensitivity to be passionate. Michele Levieux

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No Man's Land in question is a singer. Known. Blond. Name: Philip. A little glam with sequined stage costumes, outrageous. Stranger in good taste as to the measure. At the end of a concert in the region of his childhood (where it has not set foot for five years), Philippe gets trapped in the living room of a somewhat deranged groupie. To escape this passion, it beats the countryside at night and finds refuge in a farmhouse. It is always undermined by pop star decadent and without doubt this is why he did not recognize any once the home of his parents, who stand in the kitchen and front of which he fainted. It will stay there, just to relax. And even if he wanted to resume the path of his tour, the car will always get his father to the village square. Philippe face its ghosts, a magnetic attraction that is suspected heavier when it comes to return home.



That aside, it's extremely funny. Not the drama but the comedy of a rotating type (round?) Midlife. He thought of breaking free his demons by performing elsewhere, but a force that must bear the barbarous names of "remorse" brought him straight to his blue tracksuit five sizes below in which he bathed teen. If your parents have kept some clothes that were dwarf yours, start freaking out: this may be to capture you in one day.



I am no man's land is a fiction, it seems. Particularly devious, since she likes to recognize the universe "ugly-beautiful" a famous singer (Philippe Katerine) who is also his own fiction. Somehow, this is almost an achievement: Katerine twenty years has shaped a character trapped naive intelligent elegance knit of skin, between the evil laugh and a straitjacket. This character is so familiar Jousse that the filmmaker had no choice but to take him home.



And if Katherine was standing in your room and remember your parents, your old pals, your dreams of teenagers? That would make the holes, of course. This is a first idea of zany comedy. The second big idea is to have told Katerine formula staging : Surprise, the cons-up routine. The film, fused with his "actor" is a mix of colorist Jacques Demy (Nantes Jousse is), the naturalist Pialat (that of the open mouth) or a general scheme pop (Tricatel discs, videos of Peter & Gilles). But all that lint says nothing about the infinite pleasure that goes. I am no man's land territory is a film where you feel good.

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What a great surprise! The kind that you reinforces the love you feel for the film. This is a thriller that flirts with the thriller dares to tell a story of nothing in a remote province of Jura, collapsing under tons of snow, with characters valley. A film that recalls the Coen brothers' plans when they are on the side of Fargo or Barton Fink sometimes. On arrival, a superb feature, which looks like an American production, with qualities such as high mountains.



And indeed it is touched, the heart beats of Marilyn Monroe in the jubilant Poupoupidou surely directed by a filmmaker barely known, who signed in 2006, in April, the first feature film in half successful. Here, Gerald Mathieu Hustache we not only show off, but it appears as bright to the camera that scenario, with the help of Juliette Sales.



Mouthe you know, the coldest town in France? A hotel worthy of a motel in Nebraska lost, its local star, who is a weather girl, former muse of a brand of cheese, found dead in a no man's land between France and Switzerland. So, no investigation, which seems to accommodate everyone, starting with the commander of the gendarmerie. Only landed David Rousseau, a successful writer, lacking inspiration, summoned by a notary of the corner after the death of a parent. He writes thrillers, exactly. Having been entitled to inherit a stuffed dog, he is about to leave when he met firefighters on the road. Is it the blond hair escaping from the stretcher, reporting to local information, the pathos and intrigue of this death in the middle of nowhere, the feeling of take a subject? Rousseau decides to conduct his investigation "as Ellroy," up the thread of a life begun years earlier in a gas station where Candice was used as gasoline.



A moving Sophie Quinton
It will not please everyone. So begins a game of mirrors in which Marilyn Monroe and the sweet Candice merge. Same birthday, same colored hair, even love, same sh hopes of cinema, suicide attempts, psy ... You believe in reincarnation? Candice yes ... That's the whole trick Poupoupidou, where Sophie Quinton moves into heroin fragile and glamorous and where Jean-Paul Rouve, gruff, obstinate, tongue-in-cheek, we embarked whisked a province of an exotic absolute. The supporting roles are all impeccable and fair dialogue and humorous.


All achieved excellence and form a cocktail of exceptional originality, at once funny, tragic and very smart. Without doubt (do not be fooled by the poster missed) one of the best films of the past twelve months, all nationalities.
Danielle Attali

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Beyond
Clint Eastwood

In "Beyond," Clint Eastwood filmed three characters facing death and the grieving. Result: a work in sumptuous black dynamite compulsory figures. Hats off once again. Seeking
there to compete with its near-contemporary Woody Allen (75 years) on his own ground prolific? Even if it is worrying as its first beer of this kind of consideration, ... the fact is indisputable: Clint Eastwood (80 pins) now works as a metronome every year his film. Generally, by chance, an excellent film.
Two years ago, filmmaker signed one of the best tracks of the past decade, "Gran Torino" in which he played an embittered old man and racist ultimately struck by a kind of humanist grace. Last year, he led his sidekick Morgan Freeman and Matt Damon in the excellent "Invictus," a biopic (a trifle academic) dedicated to Mandela.
While preparing to shoot "Hoover," a drama about the who, 48 years during reign over the FBI, Clint Eastwood now has his own 2011: "Beyond," a film with a crazy audacity that was probably the only one who can turn right without charge in the wall of ridicule and big-horn.



Three good reasons to be evil
Paris. A journalist-TV star (named, do not laugh, Mary Lelay) can no longer be worthy of his reputation and his ego since she narrowly escaped death in Asia devastated by the tsunami. Heroin (Cecile De France) is plagued by an obsession: to understand what happened in her heart when she thought her last hour had come.
London. A kid was inconsolable since his twin brother went from life to death, refuses the obvious and coexists with the shadow of the deceased every minute of his life dull.
San Francisco. George (Matt Damon) makes his living for ages by exploiting the misery of others. Endowed with mysterious psychic powers, he no longer supports his "talents" and hidden retreats into loneliness and depression.
"Beyond" tells the stories of three people angry with others, socialization, life ...



Real and supernatural match
On paper, the project eastwoodien promised nothing exciting. All seemed very poor place for a parade of cliches nicks new age, heavy considerations on "life after death" (yawn) and visual overkill overdosées ghost anxiety and psychedelic visions.



Eastwood, although relying on some rather awkward gaps in the French segment of the triptych (the least convincing), dynamite all the figures wrong imposed. The man of "Bird" and " Unforgiven, "among other monuments, not trying to snoop around the dark regions of the" beyond "that gives the film its title, but remains stubbornly planted on terra firma's exciting. Closer to its three characters, both evil as well must deal with grief, loneliness, a kind of ill-being consistent.
The only ghosts in the film are internal and thus far more insidious. Eastwood, more than ever sober twilight, features non-arrangements of his characters with life and death and a meditation invites both sweet and anxious about resilience.


Total control

A tad embarrassed when it comes to stage (in addition to French) of his wanderings journalist in the microcosm of the media in Paris, the director films by cons with supreme elegance British and American protagonists .
When he is tracking the London boy mourning the loss of his brother, Eastwood, always at a safe distance, avoiding pathos, sentimentality and records the stubbornness stop that does not accept the unacceptable.


Filming children is one of cinema's most dangerous exercises. Home Eastwood, not rhetoric or spin tissues, but images that combine discretion and evidence. So plan on recurrent cap of the deceased, a kind of transitional object that tells the unspeakable. The portrait of the kid is even more sensitive, both shocking and funny faces when that kid all the cavalry charlatans (including priests) who promise a better destiny on their side. Even when
elegance Eastwood filmed his medium angry with the world in San Francisco. In the cooking classes he drag a girl just as awkwardly as he lost his apartment when he drowns single in his solitude, George, mute, fragile, floating on the surface of living and thinking of something else.
Characters intersection (maybe) their respective paths to the final hour, but then what? For two hours, Eastwood, true to his elliptical manner and "Fordist" as it is right to say, has wandered into areas undecided and deeply human film that rarely being surveyed. Quickly, another movie.
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