Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts

Monday, 1 July 2013

Les Revenants, Episode Four (Victor)

My thoughts, 24 hours late. Thanks Blogger.


Mostly a really satisfying episode. It's pretty much about the details now I think. Here's what I'm thinking.

Splashing around
The water. You should never put your eggs in one basket, but hey. I'm going to do just that. Here's what's going on: I think I heard from the two dam boffins that this has happened before. There's another charming French town down there. Maybe a bit like this one. Geddit?

Creep roll call
Creep number one trying to outrun a former life (or not): Pierre. Almost omniscient in how he can control the most mundane of circumstances to lure the risen dead to the Helping Hand. Could be a script defect. Almost definitely isn't...

Creep number two: Thomas, who begins the programme as a nice, sensitive guy, gets odder by the episode. Also kind of a jerk to his subordinates. And what of the revelation that Simon may not have died in an 'accident'? Is he a liar too, desperate to keep a family together through his deceit? 


Victor: sinister kid with predilection for horrible drawings.
Poor Victor (sort of).
His absolute lack of speech is explained. He was trying to be quiet 35 years ago when he was murdered by two burglars, one of whom tries to save his life by suggesting he 'sing a song in his head'...

Which he hears again after being taken to the Helping Hand by police who may or may not be complicit in something much bigger. Plus: I must admit I didn't figure Pierre for a burglar.
Nice touch.

Gore department
Lena's horrible incision down her spine is getting grimmer by the episode. Courtesy of creep number three: Jerome, who appears to be getting his end away with a clairvoyant hooker (see Lucy Clarsen WTF) She also appears to share a telekinetic relationship with Camille, her sister (did I miss something here?). And of course the murder from Episode 3. More suspects than a Cluedo convention for that one.

Where the real men at
As of this week's episode, this image just got a lot creepier
I can't even say Claire is a spectacularly bad judge of character here as both men in her life are straight from an Agatha Christie novel. In fact the majority of men in the town are horrible weirdos. Including Serge, who I didn't even mention here.

Bad religion
I'm beginning to think that priest is exceptionally pious. His patronising putdown of Thomas's inquiry into belief in a second life suggested he's well aware of what's coming and is sort of looking forward to it. Git.

Lucy Clarsen WTF
The story I really want to know more about: Lucy Clarsen, contacting the dead, during sex with men. Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat. Is she the centrepiece to the whole mystery? 

Excited for next week.

Pics from The Guardian and Channel 4.com

Sunday, 23 June 2013

Les Revenants/ The Returned Ep 3: Julie.

Subtitles distract me from the fact I'm watching adverts. They add a veneer of class. Plus: what I thought of this week's Les Revenants (oooh, c'est tres mysterieux!)


My first thoughts were 'This is probably going to be better than World War Z.' So far, that's held out. They're not zombies, but they are the living dead. So the comparison's fair, in my eyes.

Everyone in the world knows Batman's not a real superhero, it seems. Good work scriptwriters.

Creepy children will be creepy. It doesn't seem to matter how many you see of them, and I saw a lot of J-horror between 2002-2005. Like them, Victor also seems to possess vaguely supernatural powers, but no one is really sure. He does like biscuits, and drawing.

What's that thing on Lena's back?
Sisters Lena and Camille. One of them is dead. It's the one on the right.

Even commonplace devices in supernatural dramas like mirrors are used sparingly here, and in a very matter-of-fact way. Not to say the thing isn't stylish, but it's not explicitly a TV programme you're watching, which is nice considering the faintly baffling subject matter.

How the hell does Thomas have access to all those security cameras? Shouldn't he have a reason for watching this stuff, rather than just snooping on his wife?

There's an implicit sexuality in voyeurism.

Simon is quite a boring dead guy. I preferred the goofy bassist. How come he doesn't have any scars, like Julie? Wasn't he hit by a car?

That priest is a bit too chipper for my liking. Always smiling, even at funerals.
Stop doing that Batman. You're still not a superhero.

This was the episode that became momentarily cinematic, albeit ever-so-subtly. The scene in the hallway of the flats where Julie lives was wonderfully creepy. I even said 'not again' when the hooded guy appeared. Incidentally will the others suffer similar post-trauma flashbacks? That would be interesting.

The final scene: bravo. Camera slowly peeking round corner at the deceased neighbour was horrible yet delicately handled and a clever, sour contrast to the previous three scenes of punchy emotion. Question marks over the perpetrator.

The cockroach. Filed this one alongside the lake's receding waters under 'weird abstract motif'. Don't get it yet, but these snippets are one of the main reasons I keep coming back.

Pictures courtesy of The Daily Telegraph and... erm, The Daily Telegraph.