Mon curé chez les nudistes

Mon curé chez les nudistes


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Mon curé chez les nudistes torrent reviews

Steven L (mx) wrote: Raises important class issues and funny too! Classic Lauren Greenfield.

Colin K (it) wrote: I'm sort of confused 'cause the last one seemed to wrap things up nicely.

Saraswathi P (nl) wrote: Is this even called a movie?????

Don S (es) wrote: The concept of this movie - two platonic friends having a baby so they don't have to experience the life upheaval and emotional roller coaster of married parents - is so ludicrous that it took me a long time to warm up to. The characters are mostly likable, and Megan Fox supplies the eye candy. This portrays an overly simple, and deceitfully denigrating outlook on marriage, that I found disturbing.

Adam C (de) wrote: If "Fargo" and "Winter's Bone" met in Denmark they would be "Terribly Happy".

Thomas N (kr) wrote: The humans create a weapon that shoots black holes, they test it, and then later on a giant dragonfly flies out of the black hole and lays an egg. This is where the Meganulon come in which is a creature first seen in the movie Rodan. The Meganulon kill people, turn into a swarm of dragon flies, and then appears the Lord of the dragonflies Megaguirus which is pretty much a cross between Godzilla and a dragonfly. Sounds like a weird movie but that's only because it is. And this was made in the year 2000 right? So why can I see strings holding up the Megaguirus as if they did not even attempt to hide them? Oh well. This makes for an okay installment but you're not missing out on anything if you haven't seen it.

Johanna A (jp) wrote: I've never seen the end of this film, always seem to prefer going to bed instead of finish watching it.

William S (kr) wrote: "Coo blimey, if it ain't my lucky day! I'm a murderer, I'm a liar and now I'm a b-bathroom fitting!"Number Seventeen is criminally under-rated! Point out the pothole sized plot-holes, the toy-town special effects, ropey acting and wobbly camera and you are just missing the point (and I even wonder if cinema is for you?). Anyway, this IS 1932, so surely a moving camera, as opposed to the usual rigid static shots, is commendable and who wouldn't wobble carrying the equivalent of a small bungalow?? Either way, the 'clumsiness' only adds to the gleeful mayhem at play. However, 17 is meant as a comic parody of the spy story (but with a large dose of surreal craziness and the gleeful cackle of 'The Old Dark House' and 'The Cat and the Canary' thrown in for good measure). So it's not really meant to be taken as seriously as may be expected. It's also a formula that Hitch would make his own (the spy story as a send up of itself) and is now so familiar as a genre that it feels 'straight' yet is often screamingly camp (Bond anyone?). It is quite a surreal and odd little film for much of it's (short) length - for the first half of the film people seem to keep appearing and then disappearing again at such an alarming rate it's hard to keep up with who's who, but that's part of it's charm (even in the last few minutes, a lovely twist means still more identities are being revealed!). And, at just over an hour, it still manages to cram in many of the elements we have come to recognise as Hitchcockian: staircases (lots of them!), the mysterious 'bad' girl (who has to redeem herself), handcuffs and bondage, trains and chases on trains, bathrooms, moral ambiguity, people not being what they seem (villains? Heroes? erm... your guess is as good as mine) and probably the first very discernible macguffin (the necklace). When all is said and done, why the Hell should we care about the plot flaws and ropey acting when everyone is having such a lark - including the portly prodigy himself - quite literally like a big kid playing with his train set! I really do enjoy 17 more than the generally more revered Murder and Blackmail (so the acting in those films isn't ropey??). It's certainly no masterpiece but it's a lot of fun and nowhere near the dud it's always been dismissed as. A forgotten gem.