XL
Réalisation:
Marteinn ThorssonScénario:
Marteinn ThorssonPhotographie:
Bergsteinn BjörgúlfssonActeurs·trices:
Ólafur Darri Ólafsson, María Birta Bjarnadóttir, Nanna Kristín Magnúsdóttir, Elma Lísa Gunnarsdóttir, Margrét Helga Jóhannsdóttir (plus)Résumés(1)
Deputy Leifur is a total wreck. An inveterate drinker, glutton, and womanizer, his family has fallen apart and he almost never sees his daughter. He shrouds the present in an impenetrable alcoholic haze, and dissolves his past in a succession of severe hangovers. Leifur is living one huge party in a constant desire to see the bottom of another bottle and denuded female loins. After he causes a public scandal, the prime minister forces him to seek treatment. So it’s time to throw a farewell party, a real humdinger.… Director Marteinn Þórsson isn’t aiming at a psychological study or even a hefty drama. Instead he offers his audiences caricatured sketches of his characters, relying on strong stylization and hyperbole. The unique, seemingly disorganised narrative form contributes to the harrowing viewing experience: XL supplies a steady stream of highly expressive sequences which project fragments of a depraved world inhabited by burnt-out losers and hyenas. And Leifur just hangs there, inert, at the center of the action, fully possessed by his alcoholic demons. (Karlovy Vary International Film Festival)
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Drame islandais sur un porc obèse et machiste qui a de l'argent et du charisme, ce qui lui permet d'avoir de nombreuses petites amies et d'organiser des fêtes sauvages. Au début du film, on recommande à l'anti-héros de se faire soigner pour sa dépendance à l'alcool, ce à quoi il répond par des fêtes encore plus folles et avec des relations encore plus perverses. Les bribes d'un récit aléatoire et incohérent se perdent dans des collages épileptiques de souffles alcoolisés, de corps nus et de souvenirs du passé. J'apprécie la mise en scène et le scénario intelligent rempli de dialogues sophistiqués, mais malheureusement, ils ne mènent à aucune conclusion.
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An alcoholic trip into the hell of the inner self, in which you have no idea what is, what was, and what is in name only. The film has its strong moments, especially when the protagonist is accounting for his own relationship with his daughter, but there is also a severe hangover at the end. You get a headache and a little stomachache, but then you grab a coffee and in a few hours it's gone.
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