Matthew Goode, pardon Russovoir's French, is a fucking revelation! Russovoir thought, he may not have seen his prior acclaimed films before Burning Man yet - damn A Single Man (2009), Russovoir never knew - but this will do to be on the goode side of film recall.
Scenes shown in initially confusing flow, as if inside the head of a broken - no, burning man, patience is important; Matthew is an appeasing stimulant. It is a sad story that if it were a true story Russovoir wouldn't know how to take it; he barely had enough to respond to the blow on the last few minutes of its voracious sadness.
Locally commended in Australia with ten (10) AACTA (Australian Academy of Cinema and Television Arts Award) nominations as proof, including Best Feature Film and Best Actor Matthew Goode, Chef Tom (Goode) is one of the best English chefs in Australia; he is at the top of the food chain. He may have control in the kitchen, among the pots and pans with which his God-given talent could endanger the population of red lobsters; he surely can hold a knife with such finesse and agility. But there is a knife inside his wife that even the best hands could not control. Imagine the frustration and why it isn't just a flesh wound. Imagine the anger and why her, why this soon. Imagine the disappointment and where was God. Imagine the scorching loneliness and what it has had charred off from his once 3-Michelin star life.
Alongside Bojana Novakovic (Devil, 2010), there aren't too many words, or should there be any more, both because of the film's sensitive matter and a craft masterfully manifested. Is there beauty in sadness, or sadness in beauty? Cup your breasts ladies, they will tear up too.
Locally commended in Australia with ten (10) AACTA (Australian Academy of Cinema and Television Arts Award) nominations as proof, including Best Feature Film and Best Actor Matthew Goode, Chef Tom (Goode) is one of the best English chefs in Australia; he is at the top of the food chain. He may have control in the kitchen, among the pots and pans with which his God-given talent could endanger the population of red lobsters; he surely can hold a knife with such finesse and agility. But there is a knife inside his wife that even the best hands could not control. Imagine the frustration and why it isn't just a flesh wound. Imagine the anger and why her, why this soon. Imagine the disappointment and where was God. Imagine the scorching loneliness and what it has had charred off from his once 3-Michelin star life.
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| "Fuck me until the pain goes away." |
Alongside Bojana Novakovic (Devil, 2010), there aren't too many words, or should there be any more, both because of the film's sensitive matter and a craft masterfully manifested. Is there beauty in sadness, or sadness in beauty? Cup your breasts ladies, they will tear up too.
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