On Sunday I took my mom to see the french movie 8 Women at the Dome (not in the Dome, mind you, because of course my fucking big cock fat ass greek stoopid wedding is back in the dome.) Imagine my surprise when the movie turned out to have musical numbers. color me shockfaced. it was a fjords revelation, i'm telling you.
the movie was good. intrigue, 8 female characters and pretty much nothing else, lots of lesbians on the sly, fake settings, fucking song and dance numbers, (i mean come on it doesn't get much better than emmanualle beart singing about how she lives her life up or down taking chances and seductive swinging and ludivine with virginie and catherine deneuve singing backup on how her father doesn't know everything. poppy number...pop pop poppy pa pa pa. pa pa pa. mon pere, mon dieu!)
It's in french with subtitles, of course. and the pacing is kind of slow. but some of the shots are fantastic, the plot is convulted and only a little hole-y. the twist is good though a little expected. one of the revelations is wholly unecessary and completely undealt with. but whatever. actually more than one of them. hmm.... still an intertesting movie based mainly on the casting and playing of all female leads and the setting in basically one room of one house and the inability to leave (due to snow. but also to feminine trapped syndrome.)
my advice: video is nice. make sure you watch it in widescreen though. spending $8 though is probably not necessary.Posted by michele at October 14, 2002 01:01 PM