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I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don't know what to say.

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No 392 - Paris, Texas Director - Wim Wenders I began my journey with this film as a mildly confused man, I thought I had a basic idea of what the film was about, but that didn't connect to LOVEFiLM's categorisation of this as a documentary. But then I saw that the film starred Dean Stockwell , so I cheered up and settled in. Well, firstly it very much isn't a documentary. Secondly, it doesn't really star Dean Stockwell either. The film really stars Harry Dean Stanton, as Dean Stockwell's brother. A man who has lost his memory and goes on a journey which helps him rediscover his family but also himself. Whilst that mind sound a little unimpressive, please accept that I'm being deliberately vague. This is a beautiful film, and it is through the simple journey which we get to have some real powerful emotion. However, before I speak about that (as it is the end of the film) I want to speak about the film's palette. As the name implies, this film has large se...

It's called a reality check. The last thing Amélie wants

No 196 - Amelie Director - Jean-Pierre Jeunet I have just been to France for a week. Which was lovely. Wherein I decided, rather than sitting indoors with a DVD player I should go to the pool. Reintroduce my self to Ping Pong . Sip fine red wines as I read American Gods . Visit Cognac and stare in disbelief at 200 year old bottles of booze which cost upwards of £1,500. So I did all these things and I returned to England. I sit in my Putney home feeling fully Francophillic with nothing worth drinking but a bottle of White wine. Therefore it seemed a butch and manly evening of plonk and Amelie was in order. Or to give it its full name (which is never used for some reason) The Fabulous Destiny of Amelie Poulain . Or... to give it its actual proper and real name Le fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain . Before I start talking about the film, I want to mention the oddness of the stock from which it emerged. By which I don't mean I'm going to get hideously geeky about negatives...