Another day with festival films and I'm beat. Started out yesterday with the Swedish film "Avalon" which was alright, even though somehow something was lacking. I don't know what exactly, but I felt strangely indifferent to the whole thing. I believe it might have something to do with something my dad told me once: if the characters in any story don't act sensibly or understandably at least, you just shrug and say, well, whatever happens is their own fault. Guess that's how I felt. 
As for the next film, "J'aime Regarder les Filles" it could've been stereotypical and downright pathetic, but charm usually saves the day (and the film), and it came to the rescue once more with this one. Gorgeous and charming to the very bone, "J'aime regarder les Filles" is about the young kid Primo who's actually kind of a freeloader, but film is the grand manipulator, making it easy to love him. Anyhow, Primo wants to be rich and stylish like the beautiful Parisian kids and falls in love with the wealthy and simply awful Gabrielle, not understanding that the quiet Delphine is the one for him. Does it sound like something we've seen before? Yes! But you don't mess with a good story, and this shit never gets old. 
Best one, though, was "Michael" which was like a film by Michael Haneke before he got tired. maybe it's because I'm strangely fascinated with the concept of taking someone away from society and locking them in a basement (is this also replies to you, read Emma Donoghue's "Room"). That was what this film was about: a lonely and systematic man who keeps a boy in his basement for company and sexual favors. Thankfully the movie understands how this is one of the worst crimes of modern society and therefore kept from dishing out the sentimental music and raised fingers. This is already terrible and we understand this without any underlining. Amazing film. More of that, Cph: PIX.
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