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Love for One Night

There is much to have a job search or visit the ANPE and the appointment to ASSEDIC we felt really bad. It is likely to have known (if only a few hours) the sense of alienation from society, refuse to hang a new status, unemployed, Rmistes, licensee, more study yet of employment, what is the best trainee.

It was fought, it felt empty, bare, no. It was rowed, gallery. It was thought to have hit bottom, there was no lower. Yesterday, I went to the cinema to have a good evening two. As usual, I defer to the choice of film Allociné a quick selection by the VO, and then the choice falls quickly on the last of Ken Loach. The title is hiring It’s a free world, I suspect the irony of the director, but I’m only 10 minutes to buy a ticket on sncf.com (it’s like gasoline, inflation is constant) jump on my scooter and run my purchase of movie tickets, which leaves me little time to grasp the two hours that follow. Sitting in my chair MK2, I begin to have time to remember is Ken Loach.

Director hired, a painter of contemporary society. Ken Loach does not film in rose water with a happy ending. It does not have a comic film. He shows us our capitalist society with fair eyes. He shows us what we often try not to face, to forget. I remember “my Name is Joe,” “Bread and Roses,” “Just a Kiss,” “of the Palme d’Or with” the wind gets up. ” I know now that what I am not going to watch me relax. I know that the image will be just, if true that could be lost between reportage and film. The characters are painfully realistic.

The actress, Angie (Kierston Wareing), will be forced to face his own destiny, to walk the rest of society. It will have to lie, steal, betray, flee to crush others. It will become an entrepreneur rotten to the core, an entrepreneur duped and venal. Nothing will stop even more misery on his own life.

Her desire to be human is finally banished, nature takes over and makes Angie a monster. Emotions, as in all movies of this great director is crude, effective. The rhythms are keen to address a topic that leaves us hypersensitive, immigrants, illegal immigrants, the left side.

Ken Loach hits hard because his characters trying to recover are struggling under the weight of injustice and the cycle of poverty. Heroin not so heroic as it struggles in a world too big for it, or you have to play the elbows and shoulders have dumping like a giant. What I like about the films of Ken Loach is that one starts at the cinema for two hours of relaxation and it starts with three weeks of guilty, five of depression, a self and millennia recklessness and less. Love for one night! It succeeds.

No Sex Last Night aka Double-Blind: Sophie Calle & Greg Shepard

In her premiere video project, French conceptual artist Sophie Calle joins with Gregory Shephard to create a voyeuristic tour de force. Armed with camcorders, Calle and her collaborator/partner Shephard head West in his Cadillac convertible to produce and document a real-life narrative of their journey and their relationship. With America as the backdrop for this unconventional coast-to-coast road movie, Calle and Shephard each narrates and records a personal diary, presenting strikingly different versions of the narrative/relationship. Aiming their dueling camcorders, the protagonists chronicle the elusive landscapes of human relations, wrestling to reconcile self, sexuality, and desire. The viewer is challenged to reconsider the subjective and cultural roles imposed by gender, sexuality, power, and tradition. Throughout, Calle seeks to redefine through personal investigation the terms and parameters of subject/object, public/private, truth, fiction, and role-playing. The quasi-documentary style evokes the films of Chris Marker, to whom Double-Blind is dedicated.

For over 20 years Sophie Calle’s work has taken the form of photographic installations and chronicles, whose structure and form reflect a narrative approach - both within themselves individually and, taken together, in terms of Calle’s own career. Born in Paris in 1953, Calle’s early work dates from a world trip in the 1970s that lasted seven years. During a stay in California in 1978 she took her first photographs – graves marked Father and Mother – with no professional intent, she simply had come upon something that ‘her father might like’.

Written, directed and camera by Sophie Calle and Greg Shephard. Editor: Michael Penhallow. Music: Pascal Comelade, Tom Waits, Roy Orbison, Dwight Yokum, Taj Mahal, Jackson Brown, Cowboy Junkies, La Caanastera, Greg and Michael, W.M.Mozart. Production: Bohen Foundation. Post-production: San Francisco Artspace.

No Sex Last Night

no-sex-last-nightNo Sex Last Night Starring:

Greg Shephard, Sophie Calle Director: Sophie Calle, Greg Shephard

No Sex Last Night Genre:
Documentary, Biography, Romance

No Sex Last Night Synopsis
A lab experiment in contemporary coupledom conducted by photographer Sophie Calle and the noncommittal object of her affections–a hunky, morose and broke American Greg Shephard. Armed with his ‘n’ hers video cameras, the duo set out across the U.S. in an ailing vintage Cadillac, keeping visual diaries that they later merged.

Plot summary for No Sex Last Night
French Artist Sophie Calle and American Photographer Greg Shephard’s autobiographical account of their road trip across America. Both hide behind their cameras as they make the mythical journey westward from New York to California in Greg’s troubling convertible. The couple stop in a Las Vegas Drive-Thru wedding chapel and decide to get married, in order to save their shaky relationship, with their cameras recording everything. Written by by Ian Daniel Cameron {i_camer@alcor.concordia.ca}

No Sex Last Night Cast + Crew
Sophie Calle Director Greg Shephard Director Greg Shephard Himself Sophie Calle Herself Sophie Calle screenplay Greg Shephard screenplay Paulo BrancoProducerJean-Rene DeFleurieProducer

No Sex Last Night Film Details
Running Time: 75 mins. (V)
Country Of Origin: France
Country Of Origin: United States

Release dates for
No Sex Last Night (1996)
France 17 January 1996
Czech Republic 22 November 2003 (French Film Festival)

Also Known As (AKA)
Double Blind Ireland (English title)

Plot keywords for
No Sex Last Night (1996)
Autobiographical
Road
Art
Video
Independent Film

It’s a free world….

On est beaucoup à avoir eu une période de recherche d’emploi ou entre le rendez-vous ANPE et le rendez-vous aux ASSEDIC on se sentait vraiment mal. On est nombreux a avoir connu (ne serait ce que quelques heures) le sentiment d’être en marge de la société, de refuser de se raccrocher a ce nouveau statut, de chômeuse, rmiste, licencié, plus d’étude pas encore d’emploi, ce qui s’appelle au mieux stagiaire.

On a lutté, on s’est senti vide, nu, nul. On a ramé, galéré. On a pensé avoir touché le fond, qu’il n’y avait pas plus bas. Hier, je suis allée au cinéma pour passé une bonne soirée a deux. Comme d’habitude, je m’en remets pour le choix du film a Allociné, une rapide sélection par les VO, et là le choix tombe très vite sur le dernier de Ken Loach. Le titre est engagent It’s a free world, je soupçonne l’ironie du réalisateur, mais je n’ai que 10 min pour acheter un billet sur sncf.com (c’est comme l’essence, c’est l’inflation constante) sauter sur mon scooter et courir acheter mes places de ciné, ce qui me laisse peu de temps pour appréhender les deux heures qui vont suivre. Assise dans mon fauteuil MK2, je commence à avoir le temps de me souvenir de qui est Ken Loach.

Réalisateur engagé, peintre de notre société contemporaine. Ken Loach, ne fait pas de film à l’eau de rose avec des happy end. Il ne fait pas non plus de film comique. Il nous montre notre société capitalisme avec des yeux juste. Il nous montre ce que l’on essaye souvent de ne pas regarder en face, d’oublier. Je me souviens de « my Name is Joe », « Bread and Roses », « Just a Kiss », “de la palm d’or avec “le vent se lève”. Je sais maintenant que ce que je vais regarder ne va pas me détendre. Je sais que l’image sera juste, si exact que on pourra se perdre entre le reportage et le film. Les personnages sont tristement réalistes.

L’actrice principale, Angie (Kierston Wareing), va être obligé pour relever sa propre destinée, de marcher sur le reste de la société. Elle va devoir mentir, voler, trahir, fuir, écraser autrui. Elle va devenir une entrepreneuse pourrie jusqu’a la moelle, un chef d’entreprise véreuse et vénal. Rien ne l’arrêtera plus même pas la misère de sa propre vie.

Son désir d’être humaine est finalement bannit, la nature reprend le dessus et fait de Angie un monstre. Les émotions comme dans tous les films de ce grand réalisateur sont brutes, efficaces. Le rythmes est vif pour traiter d’un sujet qui nous laisse tous écorché vif, les immigrés, les clandestins, les laissés de coté.

Ken Loach frappe fort car ses personnages qui essayent de se relever ploient sous le poids de l’injustice et de l’engrenage de la misère. L’héroïne pas si héroïque que ça se débat dans un monde trop grand pour elle, ou il faut jouer des coudes et avoir des épaules largues comme celle d’un géant. Ce que j’aime avec les films de Ken Loach c’est que l’on part au cinéma pour deux heures de détente et que l’on repart avec trois semaines de culpabilité, cinq de dépression, une de d’autocritique et des millénaires d’insouciance en moins. Pour une soirée Love ! C’est réussit.