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Jean-Paul SaloméOperatőr:
Pascal RidaoZeneszerző:
Debbie WisemanSzereplők:
Romain Duris, Kristin Scott Thomas, Pascal Greggory, Eva Green, Robin Renucci, Marie Bunel, Aurélien Wiik, Xavier Beauvois, François Berléand (több)Tartalmak(1)
1894-et írunk, a helyszín Normandia. Egy tüzesen szenvedélyes, csábító fiatalember, aki még a húszas évei elején jár, úgy dönt, hogy enged tolvaj-szenvedélyének, és olyan kalandokba veti magát, amelyek majd híressé teszik a nevét. Ez a fiatalember Arsene Lupin... Elcsen mindent, amit csak tud, a grófnők családi ékszereitől a csillagok konstellációjában rejlő legbensőbb titkokig. Ebben az új feldolgozásban, amely Caux sziklás vidékéről egészen a korabeli Párizs borongós világáig viszi a nézőt, a fiatal Lupin figurájának néhány olyan vonását is megismerhetjük, amelyeket eddig homály fedett. Nyomon követjük, ahogyan művelődik és tanul, de tanúi vagyunk komoly elhatározásának is, hogy a legmélyebb emberi érzelmekkel megbirkózzék. (SPI)
(több)Recenziók (3)
A spoof that would have done better to focus on just one story line (ideally the quest for the Treasure of Kings, as The Hollow Needle is very well done), drop the others from the story, and most importantly, make it at least half an hour shorter. Unlike the rest of the audience I didn't mind Lupin's performance, Eva Green and Kristin Scott Thomas were also nice to see and the direction was quite effective, but it just couldn't save everything. Mainly the extremely drawn out ending almost killed me. Yes, the books are rubbish in their own way too, but at least they know it.
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Barely C-grade Hollywood, French-style, with a dash of bad-quality Latin-American telenovela. On the technical side, not bad, but that’s all. An over-combination about nothing, with an unbelievably bad screenplay to make things even worse. Every single actor is either horrendous or, at best, seems completely absent. All of these downsides could have been mitigated a little by a good director. So he can’t afford to be the weakest link of the whole disaster that calls itself a “movie". Perhaps with a running time of just seventy minutes, it could have been bearable, but at a length of more two hours this is a no-hoper.
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What was so good about that movie? Eva Green. And what else? Eva Green. And those are my feelings. Long, incredibly dragged out in an attempt to once again show that even in France they can make a two-hour spectacle in an American style. They can't and I don't know why they try. French cinema was always great when it was self-sufficient. These Besson complexes are terrible. And even Besson didn't have a hand in it.
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