Best Movie Posters of 2015

Happy New Year, my dear readers!
I wish you a 2016 plenty of happiness, of nice things and, of course, of great cinema.
I am not ready yet to disclose my Top Ten movies list for 2015, but I thought I could write an alternative and "lighter" one, just to start in a good way this long sequence of new days: the best MOVIE POSTERS of 2015!
Movie Posters are a real art.
One image could say a lot about the movie you're about to see: it could be funny, witty, colorful, magnificent, dark, scary, it could be a drawing or a photograph, it could suggest the theme, it could remind of a certain atmosphere, it could be extremely evocative.
En entire world in just one poster.
And my favourite ones for 2015 are:
HORS COMPETITION (ça va sans dire...)
MACBETH by Justin Kurzel with Michael Fassbender
It started with the "Coming Soon"...

It continued with the "All Hail"...

It ended up with the poster...

Long live our King!

5. MUSTANG by Deniz Gamze Ergüven

The five Turkish sisters who are not afraid of looking at you on this poster, are not afraid either of living their life dangerously and of going against a suffocating and macho mentality. And they go far, very far, to the point that they could be winning an Oscar because of their courage. 
I feel like running like a Mustang just looking at this picture.
Girls Power!!!

4. DHEEPAN by Jacques Audiard

I am so much in love with this picture.
It is so simple and yet so powerful. You don't see the face of any of the characters but they are all there, three strangers obliged to become a family. The man's hand trying to protect the wife and the daughter from the dangerous life out there, and then the colors of their clothes, so warm, so bright.
This image gives me hope, like Audiard's cinema.

3. THE LOBSTER by Yorgos Lanthimos

As crazy as you can get.
The perfect example of a perfect conformity between the content and the container.
Lanthimos disturbing reflection on the contemporary society and its obsession for couples life is genially reproduced in the movie poster. How ridiculous these people look without the other? How lonely they are? 
One of the best movies of the year by far. Not to mention the poster!

2. MARYLAND by Alice Winocour

I am totally crazy about this poster.
I think Maryland has been one of the most underestimated movies of the year (and I feel guilty not to have written a post about it). On the picture, the vision of what it could look like a normal family walking on the beach, is disturbed by the presence of the gun in the man's jeans (the gorgeous back belongs to Belgian actor Matthias Schoenaerts). Maryland is a very subtle, disturbing and clever movie, like this picture. I hope you didn't miss it.

1. LOUDER THAN BOMBS by Joachim Trier

This has been an evidence since the very first time I saw the poster, back in Cannes.
These three girls performing incredible jumps in the air and the composition of the picture put together with the title, look absolutely stunning to me.
In France, where the movie has been recently released, the title has been changed because of the November attacks: they have called it Back Home and they put a more reassuring picture of a mother and a son, sleeping close by.
I think it's a pity. I personally would have kept it.
To give this message: our laughs, our being together in a bar or in a restaurant, our friendly conversations, our voices, will be louder than bombs.
Now and ever.
Happy New Year, dear readers!

Louder than bombs

Something strange happened to me with this post.
After a couple of months since the publication of my critic about Louder than bombs, I have received a message from the platform hosting my blog to advise me that I had violated some kind of copyright.
Never happened to me before.
I guessed it was about some pictures I have published.
The post was put in the drafts section and they asked me to change the violation.
The problem was that I didn’t know which was the incriminated picture/s.
I got back to the draft to understand better and I don’t know what I did but all of a sudden my post wasn’t there anymore.
All it was left was the title.
I felt so depressed, because now I don’t have neither the strength nor the time to write it again.
And it won’t be the same post, anyway.
I am particularly sorry, because there was a nice story attached to it.
After a few minutes that I put it on line, last December, I received a message on my twitter account from Devin Druid, the actor who plays the youngest son of Gabriel Byrne and Isabelle Huppert in the movie.
Even if my post was written in Italian, he understood I wrote something super good about him, which was the case (hashtags santi subito!).
His message was a simple emoticon, a shy flushed face, and it was so cute! 

I’m so sorry my words about him are gone forever…
… but well, I guess there’s nothing I could do about the old post now.
Probably I just need to be more careful about the pictures I publish (so difficult to understand who’s the photographer behind the pics you find on internet, by the way… especially the ones taken from the movies).
Meanwhile, all I can do is to strongly suggest you to watch Louder than bombs, a really great movie!

300!

No, don't worry dear readers.
This is not a review of the movie 300 by Zack Snyder… especially because I can’t say I have watched it. To tell you the truth, I did, but in a very particular way. Meaning: I watched just the scenes played by Michael Fassbender, while all the rest of the movie was seen… well, fast forwarding... I know, I know, this is very bad!
I’m just using 300 movie poster because this is Zazie’s 300th post!
Yes, the little Blog de Zazie is growing up: 300 posts, almost 210.000 views, more than 600 ILIKE on the Facebook page, almost 600 followers on Twitter, almost 1.000 followers on Pinterest and all this in 6 years of activity.
For being the blog of an unknown cinema freak, this is a pretty good result, don’t you think?
To quote Jane Eyre: Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, that I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!
As a matter of fact, if there’s something we don’t lack here at the Blog de Zazie, is love.
For cinema and for you, dear readers!
So THANK YOU for being there, wherever you are... you're in my heart!
Zazie

Les Cowboys

Everybody knows I’m a huge fan of Jacques Audiard’s cinema.
So, when the man who wrote with him movies like Un prophète, De rouille et d’os et Dheepan, French screen-player Thomas Bidegain, decides to write and to direct a movie of his own, of course I’m very interested to see it.
I was about to go to the avant-première of Les Cowboys, scheduled in a Pathé cinema on Monday, November 16, when November 13 happened. And the rest is history.
La sortie of the movie has been postponed of a couple of weeks. I wonder if, with a plot like this, Bidegain thought how fortunate or unfortunate his movie was to get out at this time…

Georges (Finnegan Oldfield) and his dad (François Damiens)

1994, somewhere in Eastern France: Alain Balland and his wife Nicole, together with their daughter Kelly and their son Georges (called the Kid), are a normal family with a passion for country music and “cowboys” life. It is during a local country festival that Kelly, 16 years old, disappears. Her friends tell the family not to worry: she probably is with her boyfriend Ahmed, whom existence Alain and Nicole ignored. At home, in Kelly’s room, they discover some letters written in Arab, finding out to their great surprise that Kelly became a Muslim. It is the beginning of a never ending search: Alain starts to look for his daughter everywhere, driving in France, in Belgium, travelling into the Middle East Countries, very often along with his son. When Alain dies in a car accident, Georges keeps looking for his sister, while the terrorists’ attacks start to shake the world: 9/11, then the bombs in Madrid, then the attacks in London… will his sister be lost for ever?

Alain (F. Damiens)

Bidegain has surely written a story which has now a particular resonance in our lives, but besides its background, I personally think that the subject at the core of this movie, much more than the Muslim thing, is the desperate search of a father for his daughter. 
The determination, the persistence, the ferocious stubbornness of Alain to find Kelly (to the point of ruining what it is left of his family) is particularly disturbing.
It is also true that his need to give a sense to what it’s happening, to put a name on things that were unknown to him just the day before, could reminds us of the progressive awareness of occidental men towards the Muslim world. When the search passes from Alain to his son, things are enormously changed, and Georges experiences a further step, infinitely more complicated and intricate. The war and the economic interests, the international relationships between countries, the birth of a new kind of terrorism. 

L'Americain (John C. Reilly) and Georges (F. Oldfield)

Bidegain has made a strange kind of western, a modern epic tale where a gloomy countryside and the clash of cultures take the place of gold and meadows, filmed in a very sober way but with an Audiard touch! The man, I guess, observed the film-maker at work and he has taken a good lesson from it.
The cast is excellent here, with a very intense François Damiens, the comic Belgian actor who is really amazing in dramatic roles, a very good young promesse of French cinema, Finnegan Oldfield, as his son, and the always great John C. Reilly as the "American".
When the film is over (and the end is one of the most emotional ones I’ve seen lately), the last surprise: a magnificent country version of Smalltown Boy by the Bronsky Beat performed by the film-maker himself (sacré Bidegain!).
And the song lyrics sounded particularly pertinent, I have to say: 
Mother will never understand
Why you had to leave
For the answer you seek
Will never be found at home
The love that you need
Will never be found at home
Run away, Turn away, Run away...

Setsuko Hara

Non so voi, ma io tutte le mattine faccio colazione con Setsuko Hara.
Qualche anno fa, al museo The Eye di Amsterdam, ho trovato questo meraviglioso poster del film Banshun (Late Spring) di Yasujiro Ozu, con una foto in bianco e nero di Setsuko Hara che sorride, una tazza di té poggiata sul tavolo davanti a lei. L’ho appesa nel mio soggiorno, dove faccio colazione, e vedere quel sorriso luminoso ogni mattina mi fa pensare che il mondo sia un posto davvero bello:

Nelle ultime due settimane, lo ammetto, qui a Parigi si fa un po’ fatica a crederci, che il mondo sia un posto bello. 
E adesso che Setsuko Hara ci ha lasciato, ancora di più (per la verità l’attrice è mancata lo scorso 5 Settembre, ma la notizia è stata data solo il 25 Novembre).
Nata nel 1920 a Yokohama, Setsuko Hara è diventata famosa grazie a due film interpretati per Akira Kurosawa ma, soprattutto, per la sua lunga collaborazione con il regista Yasujiro Ozu. Alla morte di quest’ultimo, nel 1963, la Hara si è ritirata dalle scene e se ne è andata a vivere sola (non si è mai sposata) a Kamakura, rifiutando qualsiasi intervista e qualsiasi fotografia. Non a caso è stata definita la "Greta Garbo Giapponese".
Come una vera diva degli anni ’50, ma con uno stile tutto nipponico, si è eclissata dal mondo, lasciandoci in eredità i suoi meravigliosi ruoli di figlia (prima) e madre (poi) nei film di Ozu. L'eleganza con cui cammina a piccoli passi sul tatami delle case in stile tradizionale giapponese, il modo assolutamente irresistibile di sorridere, reclinando leggermente la testa di lato, il timbro dolcissimo di voce, me fanno un'icona di bellezza senza tempo e senza rivali:

L'altra sera mi è venuta voglia di rivedere Akibiyori (Late Autumn), che mi sembrava il film perfetto considerata la stagione e la malinconia di questo periodo, e infatti lo era.
Ogni inquadratura di Ozu è una piccola magia, un quadro dal nitore e dall'essenzialità risplendenti, dove ogni oggetto sembra trovare la sua ragione d'essere, la sua collocazione più intima e sincera. 
E non ho potuto fare a meno di pensare che quando quello che ci circonda appare brutto, meschino, insensato, brutale, basta regalarsi - non dico tanto - 10 minuti di inquadrature di Ozu. 
Meglio ancora se illuminate dal sorriso di Setsuko Hara.
E passa la paura.
L'unico antidoto possibile contro il male assoluto.
La vera bellezza che salverà il mondo (se siamo ancora in tempo...)

Paris nous appartient

POUR TOUJOURS!
Zazie

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There are days when the world looks like a fabulous place.
Don't you think?
Zazie

Les Fauvettes

Paris is not, as everybody would like to think, the City of Love.
Paris is the City of Cinema. Or, even better: the City of Cinemas.
There are more movie theatres per person in this town than in any other place on planet earth, and the most incredible thing is: they’re always crowded.
If you love cinema, you have so many choices every week that you almost get nuts about it (a while ago I even wrote a post on this subject).
Last week, there were two news, one very bad and one very good, concerning cinemas in Paris.
The bad one is that La Pagode, one of the most historical movie theatres in town, announced that it is closing down starting from today, November 11, and for an undefined time. 
And nobody knows what it will happened next.
I was particularly sad reading this.
I am in love with La Pagode, which has a hall and a magnificent garden decorated in old Japanese style, and where they always show intelligent and interesting movies:

 

 

Few weeks ago I was there for the avant-première of Umimachi Diary (Notre Petite Soeur) by Kore-Eda Hirozaku: the hall was fully booked, the film-maker was there for a debate at the end of his movie and the atmosphere was pretty magical.
I can’t believe I will not have more nights like this! 

For a cinema closing down, though, there is one opening… last week I was invited to the opening night of the cinema Les Fauvettes, a new Pathé multi-screenings set in the 13th arrondissement, which has a very particular characteristic: it shows just old movies!
Only in the City of Cinemas a dream like this could become true…
Imagine: a shiny and bright new cinema with 5 theatres showing your favourite movies from the past! 

The night I was there, together with a great cocktail, there was the possibility of choosing between these movies: Blade Runner-Final Cut (1982) by Ridley Scott, On the Town (1949) by Stanley Donen, Le Corniaud (1965) by Gérard Oury and Dial M for Murder (1954) by Alfred Hitchcock.
My friend Nico and I were very indecise, but in the end we opted for Blade Runner: we both saw the movie several times but so long ago that it felt like a previous life, so we thought it could be a good idea:

I was a bit afraid that the movie would have badly aged but, to my happy surprise, it wasn't.
Well, Rachael's dresses were too '80s, the computers of the future looked like the Commodore 74 and the Vangelis music was a bit too much, but besides these three elements, Blade Runner is still the great science-fiction movie it used to be.
This was the Final Cut version, the director's cut made by Scott in 2007, because the studios at the time obliged him to have a different final scene and, also, to add a voice off that has now been removed. 
I have to confess that I prefer the old end, but who knows, maybe it is just a sentimental thing. 

Anyway, it was so good to see the movie on a big screen and to know that, from now on, this will be the case for so many other old movies!
This is why I find Les Fauvettes' slogan particularly appropriate: Versions Restaurées, Émotions Intactes (Restored Versions, Intact Emotions).

You bet!