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amour“Death is no different whined about than withstood” wrote Philip Larkin in his desolate poem Aubade. In other words, whether we live paralysed by fear or accept it, the grim reaper will get us one day.

For obvious reasons many prefer not to think too much about the subject at all and regard those who broach the D-word without good cause as morbid (“Can’t we talk about something more cheerful?”).

In movies the topic is widely viewed as box office poison. People go to the cinema to be entertained not to be reminded of their mortality.

This is why many will studiously avoid Michael Haneke’s ‘Amour’ like the plague. Haneke is known for turning a unflinching eye on ‘difficult’ subjects. In Funny Games we are forced to watch two sadistic psychopaths on a murderous mission, in Caché he exposes the guilty secrets that tear apart a well-heeled couple.

In ‘Amour’, the Austrian director presents the story of a woman who suffers a stroke which partially paralyses her and then another which takes away her ability to move or speak. Despite this trauma, it could be construed as a love story, hence the title, because of the way the stricken woman’s husband cares for her and tries to comfort her. Continue reading

220px-devil_film_posterThe no-star movie Devil (also known as The Night Chronicles: Devil) is based on a story by M. Night Shyamalan,

The movie is apparently the first of a trilogy dealing the supernatural within modern urban society.

If the other two are as lame as this one, I won’t be queuing to see them. The acting is so wooden and the storyline so feeble that  there’s nothing that gets the blood racing or the goosebumps raging.

Five people are trapped in a lift of high-rise office building. It soon becomes apparent that one of them is the devil.

Each is bumped off  in a movie version of the party game murder in the dark. The lights go out, you hear some scuffling and the sound of  a struggle. Up comes the lights and one of the five has met a sticky end. Sticky but not particularly bloody. Director John Erick-Dowdle seems bent on making this a tale of suspense rather than splatter. The first victim dies by having his  jugular vein sliced but there is remarkably little blood.

The number of the building they are in,  333, is a number that symbolises the mystery of God. The fact that it isn’t numbered 666 gives you the message that the devil isn’t going to win this time.

The plot of sinners meeting their comeuppance owes much to Agatha Christie‘s 1939 novel originally titled Ten Little Niggers but changed, for obvious reasons, to And Then There Were None.

If you’ve read this book, or seen any of the Saw movies, the twist in the tale is very predictable and not particularly scary. All this portentous and pretentious nonsense leads to the final pay-off line reassuring us if the devil exists then so must God.

In other words, provided that you keep your nose clean or repent before you croak, everything is gonna be fine. Now that’s a load off!