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TIFF: Copernicus on INSIDE (A L'INTERIEUR)
Merrick here...
As promised in yesterday's pseudo wrap-up, here's Copernicus..fresh from The Toronto International Film Festival...with the first in a string of titles he'll be writing about in detail.
Harry is the most depraved person I know. After all, he showed me
CHIRPY, which I'll never be able to erase from my brain. But
Alexandre Bustillo and Julien Maury are almost as sick and twisted,
judging from their pregnancy horror INSIDE (aka A L'INTERIEUR), which
closed out this year's TIFF as the last Midnight Madness.
You know what Chekhov says -- if you see a gun in the first act, it is
guaranteed to be used by the third. Well, INSIDE starts off with a
fetus. Actually, it is a pretty spectacular opening shot -- we see
the fetus inside the mother, and we hear what it hears -- a deep,
muffled voice saying something like, "Baby, I won't ever let you be
hurt." Then, wham -- the fetus is slammed and starts bleeding. The
shot moves outside the mother and we see that she and her husband have
just been in a car crash and they're covered in blood. Cut to:
sometime later -- Sarah (Alysson Paradis, sister to Vanessa) is so
megapregnant the doctors are going to induce labor the next day. But
they send her home for one more night of "quiet." Now back at home in
the evening, there is a knock. After some land shark style
negotiations, Sarah refuses to open the door. And it is a good thing,
because she'll soon learn this crazed woman (Beatrice Dalle) is
something of a scissor savant. She's doesn't have much in the way of
social skills, but she's a damn genius with shears.
The middle of the film is pretty standard for the genre -- confined
quarters, one person hellbent, one person thinking WTF, I'm in a
horror movie! Still it is done well, and the blood level is over the
top. Scissor nutbar finds her way inside, but every time she's about
to deal Sarah a fatal slash, she's distracted by another hapless
visitor whose life is about to be cut short. We get gut stabbings,
skull stabbings, neck stabbings, hand stabbings, scissor slashes, and
good old-fashioned scissor cutting. And often, victims are kind
enough to stumble around the house in their last moments on earth like
a mobile blood fountain.
As in every horror, there were a few times when I found myself
thinking "Why don't you just turn on the lights, climb out the window,
call the cops...", but in the end, we don't want the characters to do
the smart thing -- we want them to do the dumb thing! Carnage should
always trump sanity.
I won't say what ultimately happens, but the last act both takes the
already extravagant blood and gore level up another notch, and
deviates from the normal genre formula. People at the midnight
screening were screaming and cheering at every spurt. There were some
classic setups where the audience can see what is coming even though
the character can't. There were even some times when see what might be
coming, but then you think, well that is just too crazy, there is no
way... oh my god... oh my. I can't believe I just saw that.
This movie drilled so deeply into primal fear, it made my brain stem
hurt. They should show this in high school health class, because
you'll want no part in pregnancy after this. In fact, in some ways
the movie goes too far to be a mainstream horror success -- it isn't
just a slasher film, some truly horrifying things are done. The
directors, who where at the screening, seemed to be pessimistic about
it getting a theatrical release. Still, with its inventiveness, true
horror nature, and the relative novelty of a female killer, INSIDE is
guaranteed a serious cult following.
-Copernicus
Harry is the most depraved person I know. After all, he showed me
CHIRPY, which I'll never be able to erase from my brain. But
Alexandre Bustillo and Julien Maury are almost as sick and twisted,
judging from their pregnancy horror INSIDE (aka A L'INTERIEUR), which
closed out this year's TIFF as the last Midnight Madness.
You know what Chekhov says -- if you see a gun in the first act, it is
guaranteed to be used by the third. Well, INSIDE starts off with a
fetus. Actually, it is a pretty spectacular opening shot -- we see
the fetus inside the mother, and we hear what it hears -- a deep,
muffled voice saying something like, "Baby, I won't ever let you be
hurt." Then, wham -- the fetus is slammed and starts bleeding. The
shot moves outside the mother and we see that she and her husband have
just been in a car crash and they're covered in blood. Cut to:
sometime later -- Sarah (Alysson Paradis, sister to Vanessa) is so
megapregnant the doctors are going to induce labor the next day. But
they send her home for one more night of "quiet." Now back at home in
the evening, there is a knock. After some land shark style
negotiations, Sarah refuses to open the door. And it is a good thing,
because she'll soon learn this crazed woman (Beatrice Dalle) is
something of a scissor savant. She's doesn't have much in the way of
social skills, but she's a damn genius with shears.
The middle of the film is pretty standard for the genre -- confined
quarters, one person hellbent, one person thinking WTF, I'm in a
horror movie! Still it is done well, and the blood level is over the
top. Scissor nutbar finds her way inside, but every time she's about
to deal Sarah a fatal slash, she's distracted by another hapless
visitor whose life is about to be cut short. We get gut stabbings,
skull stabbings, neck stabbings, hand stabbings, scissor slashes, and
good old-fashioned scissor cutting. And often, victims are kind
enough to stumble around the house in their last moments on earth like
a mobile blood fountain.
As in every horror, there were a few times when I found myself
thinking "Why don't you just turn on the lights, climb out the window,
call the cops...", but in the end, we don't want the characters to do
the smart thing -- we want them to do the dumb thing! Carnage should
always trump sanity.
I won't say what ultimately happens, but the last act both takes the
already extravagant blood and gore level up another notch, and
deviates from the normal genre formula. People at the midnight
screening were screaming and cheering at every spurt. There were some
classic setups where the audience can see what is coming even though
the character can't. There were even some times when see what might be
coming, but then you think, well that is just too crazy, there is no
way... oh my god... oh my. I can't believe I just saw that.
This movie drilled so deeply into primal fear, it made my brain stem
hurt. They should show this in high school health class, because
you'll want no part in pregnancy after this. In fact, in some ways
the movie goes too far to be a mainstream horror success -- it isn't
just a slasher film, some truly horrifying things are done. The
directors, who where at the screening, seemed to be pessimistic about
it getting a theatrical release. Still, with its inventiveness, true
horror nature, and the relative novelty of a female killer, INSIDE is
guaranteed a serious cult following.
-Copernicus
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heck yeah.
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Most annoying acronym ever.
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If that's so then I'm down to watch.
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Stupid head cold wiped me out and had me in bed by 11:00 most nights. But I did manage to see Dainipponjin and Weirdsville, which wasn't in the midnight madness program, but certainly should've been.
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...a bit tedious now.
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St. Crispen's Day Speech
William Shakespeare, 1599
Enter the KING
WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!
KING. What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
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Achieve me, Harry, and then sell my bones! Come no more for ransom. YOU SHALL HAVE NONE!
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But the bodycount is a little ridiculous... just now many visitors can one woman have randomly in a quiet night in? I thought it was going to be just the crazy lady and the main girl, but no... there are like 9 other bodies.... so gory though.
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I'm kinda glad now that they chose not to publish it. Apparently, there weren't enough grammatical errors and my punctuation was too good. Plus, I neglected to mention where I went before the films and what kind of gum I like to chew. Oh, and I didn't compare any of the films to sex acts.
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But for some reason I can't keep it out of my head! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF!
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Almost but not quite because TIFF will wither and die but for some fucked reason many plebs on here will continue to enjoy shouting ''FIRST! I got a first! fuck yeah I'm first Douchbags! I is de best! I refreshed for hours waiting to strike and now I have finally reached my goal of posting first... I feel a little bit dirty like wanking in grandmas bed!''
Boycot first posting! -
They posted second! Oh the Horror and embarrassement! like rolling over after you spuzzed and realising Granma was in bed next to you all along!AARRGGHH!!!
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You know, it's only for like a few weeks of the year that you hear TIFF, and it's a great time to hear about movies you wouldn't otherwise. It's no different then BIFF VIFF CANNES or the Alamo Drafthouse so far as I'm concerned. It sucks I can't be at all of these things and see the fun stuff going on, but I'm still happy to read about it. Can't wait til next year's TIFF.
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But it never seemed to interst anyone at AICN... The film is indeed a brilliant and gory flick. One of the 2 directors is a journalist, who used to work for Mad Movies, the cult French magazine dedicated to horror films. Hostel looks like Marry Poppins compared to Inside.
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No more TIFF.
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This film sounds pretty tame. Go read Waita Uziga's comic MAI-CHAN'S DAILY LIFE in which the president of America cuts open a maid's stomach, rips out the fetus, rapes the fetus, puts the fetus in a blender and pours the sauce out in front of the would-be-mother. All the while singing "BABY FUCK BABY FUCK IT'S AWWWWWWWRIIIIIIIIGHT!"
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Seriously, how about some news or something?!
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God, what a poorly written review that is essentially just a scene by scene description of a (bad?)movie.
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And I remember this review from a month ago... and it still sucks ass.
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Thought I'd gone cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs for a minutes...
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