tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795989.post5555135602645178663..comments2024-03-22T10:18:25.909+01:00Comments on En Compostela: Maud de Eric RohmerÁngel Ruizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16016561774171356720noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795989.post-19728243685149554802008-07-19T11:14:00.000+02:002008-07-19T11:14:00.000+02:00I completely agree with you, TS. A sign of the tim...I completely agree with you, TS. A sign of the times, maybe that portrait of Jean Louis, but also it is about jansenism/jesuitism, faith/works and all that stuff.Ángel Ruizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16016561774171356720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795989.post-25835786143793622642008-07-19T03:43:00.000+02:002008-07-19T03:43:00.000+02:00After a second viewing, I was amazed by how much l...After a second viewing, I was amazed by how much lying the main charater, Jean-Louise, did. I don't recall the deception in the first viewing, perhaps because I was inclined to be sympathetic given he was the believer amid unbelievers. Don't you think Maud and the Marxist friend of Jean-Louise were more likable that Jean-L & Francoise, the blonde? I wonder if that was the director's intention. Maud & the Marxist just seemed more other-directed and less self-involved. A detail is that when Maud was telling Jean-L of the death of her lover, Jean-L seems to have moved off disinterestedly towards the window and expressed no sorrow. <BR/><BR/>The other thing that blew me away was the mention on a movie review site that his blonde wife, Francoise, was a fundamentally unhappy person. She didn't seem so at all to me; the only time she appeared otherwise was when she thought he'd found out about her affair. At film's end they go off happily for a swim.TShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17118362963139092279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795989.post-62974470285699595662008-07-14T23:42:00.000+02:002008-07-14T23:42:00.000+02:00No sé por qué estoy en una época en que todo lo fr...No sé por qué estoy en una época en que todo lo francés me entusiasma, cuando antes era lo contrario. Yo creo que es por el museo de Cluny, las catedrales góticas, la dama del unicornio, Plaisir dámour y el Sephora de Champs Elysées... Hasta me dan ganas de leer a Pascal, y todo.Adaldridahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12458506139380614755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795989.post-54167860487037883992008-07-12T15:04:00.000+02:002008-07-12T15:04:00.000+02:00Rohmer me a-pa-sio-na. Y de conversación tostón, n...Rohmer me a-pa-sio-na. Y de conversación tostón, nada. El protagonista me encanta... Da la impresión de que es una cena informal entre amigos, y que te has colado y te están haciendo partícipe de sus confidencias. Me está picando el gusanillo de revisitar toda esa época, empezando por Truffaut y sus "Quatre cents coups".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795989.post-24844004011334124262008-07-12T14:41:00.000+02:002008-07-12T14:41:00.000+02:00El cine de Rohmer no es plomizo. El mot juste es p...El cine de Rohmer no es plomizo. El <EM>mot juste</EM> es plasta.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795989.post-50517180814004321862008-07-12T13:03:00.000+02:002008-07-12T13:03:00.000+02:00Yo en ese "estado de espíritu" sólo estoy para Ser...Yo en ese "estado de espíritu" sólo estoy para Sergio Leone, pongamos por caso. Para esas otras cosas necesito sobriedad absoluta. Por cierto, en plan francés y metafísico, esta semana me fumé "El proceso de Juana de Arco" de R. Bresson. Cosa fina.Jesús Sanz Riojahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06490212192498039071noreply@blogger.com