In Flemish please "To get into the bath, or rather the pit purain of asshole-les-Geese, non-literal translation, but very expressive name of the village where the story takes place. This film is disgusting, a dégobillage, diarrhea, a long shits irrepressible, a big old vomit and like any contortion scatological, stomach problems or gastrointestinal winter makes you navigate pathetic triviality accidental and sublime. Here jet, fuck, binouze, big poo, juniper are the same, unstoppable movement in swallowing / regurgitation, or proof that the man could be a pipe with an expiration date.
Indeed we in fact demonstrate, where Andre was castoff before the audience impatient and concentrate his drinking buddies: beer crosses his lips, and after five seconds when the magic of medicine operates "the miracle took place," the liquid fills his pocket with alcohol at an end, directly connected to his stomach. It is yellow like before and after inevitable betrayal of cirrhosis scheduled. Cheering, and cheers and applause, the departure of top marathon drunkenness was launched.
Yet if The Misfortunates man-made this unnecessary plumbing that runs at full (or empty?) To their destroyed and complete disgust, she did even better: it we convinced that the man, this thing sucks, shitty and boring, is not repugnant, because it is simply human. It is a masterstroke, the idea that the Big Bang theory is applicable to the scale of a human life where the most miserable of men (none original) contains and reveals all humanity (the expanding universe).
Passed the opening few minutes that give seasickness, a typical scene of carnival Flemish transvestite where the camera is also packed the meeting that it films, where presentations are made without the one manages to identify anyone, and where they quickly seized and the nature of the plot to come (Causes and Consequences of the beer culture: an anthropology of the Belgian Flanders through the vapors of hops) We discover the awe Family Gunther Strobbe. We feared the worst. They were right. It happens. Immediately.
Even ignoring the slings of all stakeholders (the story is told by Gunther restropectivement as an adult), so dive in abyssal and nightmarish fashion Emmaus 80s, which confirms that nothing is definitively save in that decade, neither new, nor the second-hand, the family is and remains Strobbe horrible, dirty and nasty. The kind that makes you want to call social services, or militia, or the pound or whatever, but action to that order, peace, luxury and pleasure are restored together, make way, karchériser, clean. Strobbe family makes you want to argue for eugenics. Sorry, not everyone should have the right to reproduce.
However, after the damage to our Judeo-Christian education of our conditioning pent seasoned advertising post-porno-chic, which we have imposed reflexes doomsday prosecutor and defender of good taste to any freeze-dried time, we just want to say fuck. Because of decades of ads later, the robot magimix the perfect housewife of the 60s for breakfast Ricoré vintage 92, 94, 95, of bag Vuitton SM trend to the early third millennium to the "beautiful people" magazine covers Adobe Photoshop CS4 11.0.1, we have come to believe that humanity is like a film by Wong- Kar-wai, the sleek decor of each were designed by Starck, where the fine humor of each joke has been blown by Woody Allen, where the art of drinking alcohol until the very elegantly death was given to each by Master Bogart. In short, the perfectitude things, and therefore of life, has contaminated our worldview, and one day you wake up every disappointed to have a life with two bullets, have an upset stomach, to find people stupid, wrong kiss and be kissed badly, having to eat three times a day fatty meals alone and without interest with the certainty that it will also do it again the next day to find only people stupid and ugly, to be yourself stupid and ugly, and great affliction and surprise, they piss several times a day is shit at least one, and we may jump at night because of snoring, ours. Hominum naturalis Vade retro!
true life and future of Gunther inadequate and quickly we would not give much of his skin. Moreover, one can take to think, "poor bastards", or "it's not so bad, he used", according to a commonly accepted idea that being poor is easier for someone who always has been, as someone who is. No doubt one reason for keeping the class, ensure that the impact of the portfolio is not too hard. As such, Gunther is doing relatively well, becomes a writer precisely because of his family history, which is the source of his recurring delays in school (kilometers bike, bike on which his father runs with a joy not feint, a way "no, my son you will not go to school, it is useless"), delays themselves the source of many punishments written develop his taste for writing, and some perseverance. But Gunther is also the one who dropped his girlfriend without remorse because she is pregnant. Beyond all the reasons that may explain the attitude of Gunther, the film has the advantage of never propose psychologizing readings (to retain the word, the "recumbent"), which avoids stopping all and make a simple Mertitude The chronic social observation with anyone plunge into depression.
Oddly, the face of such daily violence, maintained a family-shared by a whole village, erected in lifestyle and celebrated at every moment, it begs the question of who we are, exactly, to judge others, their stupidity, their carelessness, their complacency itself. Of course they disgust us, so what? Just live a little, walk a few blocks, to know a few people, and to watch a few moments in front to realize that the nice and smooth not exist permanently, and that if indeed comes to an epiphany occur, it arises also from the brothel crappy environment.
The moral of this story comes down to should I see the glass half full or half empty? In Strobbe, this issue is resolved: even empty, it is always a way to fill the glass.
