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Claude Fortin's movies have always been structurally surprising, to say the least. He always puts himself as the main character and manages to keep enough mystery, leaving the viewer wonder what's real, and what's not. This is part of a reflection he's been conducting for years now, about the medias as a mirror of our society, and the veracity of the images that we see, be it on TV or on the big screen.
He pushes things further here, as his fetish character, himself, tries to shoot a documentary about the life of a great TV artist, Serge Laprade, so that the viewer sees the entire story of television in Quebec through Laprade's experience. He will encounter many difficulties in the making, one of them being the generation gap between Laprade, his subject, and him. The most important being... that TV isn't really the "collective memory" of a population. If you see Serge Laprade's page here on IMDb, and you've never heard about him, you'd think he hasn't done much in his artistic life.
But you'd be dead wrong.
The movie follows Fortin in his quest to have his movie done, so it plays on different levels : the struggling a director has to go through, when he doesn't quite "fit in" the system, to have his movie completed; the absurdity of all the procedure one has to go through to dig in the past, searching for archived material; and the touching relationship building up between these two men that, when the movie starts, have nothing in common.
100% BIO is a touching and ingenious movie, not limited to urbanity as Fortin lives in Gaspésie (in the movie at least), a breathlessly beautiful region that his loving lense caresses in the final part of the film. And Laprade is a particular revelation here, a lovable individual that's brutally honest about what he's done, and mostly what he is.
He pushes things further here, as his fetish character, himself, tries to shoot a documentary about the life of a great TV artist, Serge Laprade, so that the viewer sees the entire story of television in Quebec through Laprade's experience. He will encounter many difficulties in the making, one of them being the generation gap between Laprade, his subject, and him. The most important being... that TV isn't really the "collective memory" of a population. If you see Serge Laprade's page here on IMDb, and you've never heard about him, you'd think he hasn't done much in his artistic life.
But you'd be dead wrong.
The movie follows Fortin in his quest to have his movie done, so it plays on different levels : the struggling a director has to go through, when he doesn't quite "fit in" the system, to have his movie completed; the absurdity of all the procedure one has to go through to dig in the past, searching for archived material; and the touching relationship building up between these two men that, when the movie starts, have nothing in common.
100% BIO is a touching and ingenious movie, not limited to urbanity as Fortin lives in Gaspésie (in the movie at least), a breathlessly beautiful region that his loving lense caresses in the final part of the film. And Laprade is a particular revelation here, a lovable individual that's brutally honest about what he's done, and mostly what he is.
In this firemen "sexy" comedy from the 70's, a period many consider to be Quebec's finest trash hour, things are exactly what they look like, and there's no secret message to be found behind the easy laughs and the semi-naked babes; it's big fun, machismo and fire trucks all lined up to please the typical male audience.
Jean Lapointe plays a retarded fireman virgin who's very afraid of women, but that's about to change when a lady he saves from her burning home moves in with him. She's a psychology student and wants to prove that the guy can be cured. Her means ? Make as much hot babes as possible move in Lapointe's building to surround him with provocative curves and temptations.
She gets more than she expected, of course...
The movie's fast paced, funny and odd. Makes me wonder why the hell it was never distributed anywhere on home video ! Another fine Cinépix production, this one has just enough naked mamas to please the average viewer, lots of silly scenes and all it takes to become a cult classic.
Put your ears at ease to the sound of the main title, half sung by a visibly drunken Lapointe and Andrée Boucher, the female star; it's so dumb it hurts !
Jean Lapointe plays a retarded fireman virgin who's very afraid of women, but that's about to change when a lady he saves from her burning home moves in with him. She's a psychology student and wants to prove that the guy can be cured. Her means ? Make as much hot babes as possible move in Lapointe's building to surround him with provocative curves and temptations.
She gets more than she expected, of course...
The movie's fast paced, funny and odd. Makes me wonder why the hell it was never distributed anywhere on home video ! Another fine Cinépix production, this one has just enough naked mamas to please the average viewer, lots of silly scenes and all it takes to become a cult classic.
Put your ears at ease to the sound of the main title, half sung by a visibly drunken Lapointe and Andrée Boucher, the female star; it's so dumb it hurts !
Tonino Ricci. A name that inspires consternation among Italian genre movies lovers. He's touched all the genres, and yet most of his movies are unknown to the general public and hard to locate, even for patient seekers.
This spaghetti western he has shot features Maurizio Merli in the lead, along with an impressive cast that includes Donald O'Brien and Henry Silva. It involves Merli, a gold seeker living in the Canadian woods, trying to avenge his best friend's death by litterally stealing his name and identity and trying to find the killers in town. He will inherit both his best friend's dog (White Fang) and his son (Kim) and will have to deal with all these new relationships while trying to find his thugs.
Silva is once again very stone-faced as the town's main gangster, always a coward, just like the character played by Donald O'Brien. The dog "playing" White Fang does neat tricks here, but he constantly barks and that becomes very irritating after a while.
Nice locations, but the city seems okay, while as soon as a three is showing, the ground is inevitably covered in snow ! A slight contrast we soon forget as soon as Ricci's camera dives into Gisela Hahn's cleavage.
Overall a satisfying spaghetti western, impregnated with routine film making and the usual revenge cliches. Watch out for Renzo Palmer's mountie punch in the face !
This spaghetti western he has shot features Maurizio Merli in the lead, along with an impressive cast that includes Donald O'Brien and Henry Silva. It involves Merli, a gold seeker living in the Canadian woods, trying to avenge his best friend's death by litterally stealing his name and identity and trying to find the killers in town. He will inherit both his best friend's dog (White Fang) and his son (Kim) and will have to deal with all these new relationships while trying to find his thugs.
Silva is once again very stone-faced as the town's main gangster, always a coward, just like the character played by Donald O'Brien. The dog "playing" White Fang does neat tricks here, but he constantly barks and that becomes very irritating after a while.
Nice locations, but the city seems okay, while as soon as a three is showing, the ground is inevitably covered in snow ! A slight contrast we soon forget as soon as Ricci's camera dives into Gisela Hahn's cleavage.
Overall a satisfying spaghetti western, impregnated with routine film making and the usual revenge cliches. Watch out for Renzo Palmer's mountie punch in the face !