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French Cinema & Subtitlesš Plot: A rapid-fire French series following the life, loves, and misadventures of a young man in Paris. Through short, witty episodes, it explores humor, relationships, work, and everyday absurdities, blending observational comedy, relatable struggles, and clever storytelling in a punchy, fast-paced narrative.
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š Cast: Kyan Khojandi, Alice David, Baptiste Lecaplain, MikaĆ«l Alhawi, Keyvan Khojandi, BĆ©rengĆØre Krief, SĆ©bastien DĆ©dominicis, Eric Reynaud-Fourton, Marina Pastor, Kheiron, Jonathan Cohen, Maud Bettina-Marie, Patrick Piard, Eric LaugĆ©rias, Axelle Bossard, Alejandro Antonio Ruiz, Laura Felpin, Solal Forte, Lucienne Soumah, Sidonie Biemontā¦
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November GrauSo Iāve come to the last episode of #TheOmegaFactor, āIllusionsā. Itās a disappointment. Thatās somewhat inevitable given that itās a cliffhanger, made in the hope of a second series. A hope that was, of course, to be dashed by the agitations of Mary Whitehouse and co, who were unhappy about the amount of violence and disturbing paranormal content featured in the show, which came on before the watershed. So obviously there are no tying-ups of loose ends and the whole thing has an unresolved feel to it.
But what if you treat āIllusionsā as if it were a mid-series episode? Well, it certainly has it strengths. The writers have brought in a whole new bunch of characters. This didnāt work well in āPowers of Darknessā, but the new faces in that episode were a gaggle of mimsy students. In this case, most of them are high-level spooks, plus a couple of Eastern Bloc scientist defectors everyone is attempting to seize, so things are a lot more grown-up.
This is also a great Martindale episode: he is finally called to account for his actions and we get to find out what makes him tick. John Carlisleās performance doesnāt let us down. James Hazledine is a little bit overshadowed by it, as he doesnāt have much new to do: like his near-namesake Hazel Dean, he spends the whole time Searching, though the man heās got to find himself is a missing boffin rather than a bed-warmer. Meanwhile, heās messing things up big-style with his woman, as his suspicions about Anne drive a wedge between them. Some reviewers online donāt like the way Anneās character is treated in these final episodes, since her immediate focus drifts from her research to her fraught love affair, but I disagree. Although you might not see her doing a lot of psychic-wrangling, her commitment to her career is stressed again and again in a way that was unusual for the time, and I think the denouement can be seen as very feminist.
And viewers who disapprove of the lady scientist getting her emotions all messed up can console themselves by contemplating the fate of anyone who tries to fuck with a lady spy. Spook supremo Mrs Arden (played by Shakespeare veteran Edith McArthur), is a beautiful, arch and sinister older woman with just a touch of ice; itās not hard to imagine her as a bridge-playing aunt to Sapphire from Sapphire & Steel, though sheās less alien. You can just about picture her dominating a Britain in Bloom committee on a quiet night off. Which, of course, only makes her ruthless behaviour more distressing. And some of the stuff they get up to with their experimental subjects is very upsetting here, worse even than in the episode Childās Play.
This introduction of a great new character only makes the termination of the series more annoying, of course. And overall, my sense of disappointment with this episode stems mainly from the lack of supernatural content or thrills in general. Call me old-fashioned, but even a cliff-hanger should have a bit more āoomphā in that department, and that cringeworthy Bacall and Bogart bit (which must surely have felt stale even in the 70s) is no substitute! Put YOUR lips together and blow, Hazeldine. Or better yet, secrete some ectoplasm. Come along now, Iām waiting.
#ScFi #Horror #Occult #70stv #CultTV
But what if you treat āIllusionsā as if it were a mid-series episode? Well, it certainly has it strengths. The writers have brought in a whole new bunch of characters. This didnāt work well in āPowers of Darknessā, but the new faces in that episode were a gaggle of mimsy students. In this case, most of them are high-level spooks, plus a couple of Eastern Bloc scientist defectors everyone is attempting to seize, so things are a lot more grown-up.
This is also a great Martindale episode: he is finally called to account for his actions and we get to find out what makes him tick. John Carlisleās performance doesnāt let us down. James Hazledine is a little bit overshadowed by it, as he doesnāt have much new to do: like his near-namesake Hazel Dean, he spends the whole time Searching, though the man heās got to find himself is a missing boffin rather than a bed-warmer. Meanwhile, heās messing things up big-style with his woman, as his suspicions about Anne drive a wedge between them. Some reviewers online donāt like the way Anneās character is treated in these final episodes, since her immediate focus drifts from her research to her fraught love affair, but I disagree. Although you might not see her doing a lot of psychic-wrangling, her commitment to her career is stressed again and again in a way that was unusual for the time, and I think the denouement can be seen as very feminist.
And viewers who disapprove of the lady scientist getting her emotions all messed up can console themselves by contemplating the fate of anyone who tries to fuck with a lady spy. Spook supremo Mrs Arden (played by Shakespeare veteran Edith McArthur), is a beautiful, arch and sinister older woman with just a touch of ice; itās not hard to imagine her as a bridge-playing aunt to Sapphire from Sapphire & Steel, though sheās less alien. You can just about picture her dominating a Britain in Bloom committee on a quiet night off. Which, of course, only makes her ruthless behaviour more distressing. And some of the stuff they get up to with their experimental subjects is very upsetting here, worse even than in the episode Childās Play.
This introduction of a great new character only makes the termination of the series more annoying, of course. And overall, my sense of disappointment with this episode stems mainly from the lack of supernatural content or thrills in general. Call me old-fashioned, but even a cliff-hanger should have a bit more āoomphā in that department, and that cringeworthy Bacall and Bogart bit (which must surely have felt stale even in the 70s) is no substitute! Put YOUR lips together and blow, Hazeldine. Or better yet, secrete some ectoplasm. Come along now, Iām waiting.
#ScFi #Horror #Occult #70stv #CultTV
Eddy CrosbyUndermind (1965) Sci-fi 11 episodes (60 minutes each.)
Created by Robert Banks Stewart
Undermind tells a story about alien subversion where an alien force seek to establish a foothold in Britain by undermining society and morale.
#scifi #culttv #television #sciencefiction #britishtv
https://ladydontfallbackwards.wordpress.com/2012/07/27/review-undermind-the-complete-series/
So we have now reached the penultimate ep of #TheOmegaFactor, āDouble Visionā, and the screws are being turned on Tom Crane good and hard. Heās begun to see his dead wife on the streets of Edinburgh, and nobody takes him seriously. Not his compromised boss Martindale, not his conflicted girlfriend and colleague Anne, and certainly not creepy visiting academic Vashrevsky, who just happens to be at the department sharing details of his work on hallucinogen-augmented trance states and possession.
Vashrevsky annoyingly believes that no modern African is fully emancipated from such beliefs, but as the episode wears on it becomes clear that whitey, in the form of Tom Crane, is considered equally prone to the call of the occult. At one point Tom bursts into a lab room where a TV is blaring out footage of a tribal ritual soundtracked by the words āTo appease the God, sacrifices must be givenā. Itās clear who the sacrifice is here, but just whoās the God? Is it just gaslighting of colossal proportions? This is, after all, one of the most paranoid of all the shows of a paranoid decade of television.
I wonāt spoil it for you, but this was another episode thatās all about relationships, with no special effects or ghostly stuff at all. There is, however, plenty of atmosphere, as we sense the noose narrowing around poor Tomās neck, and possibly the most quietly eerie disco scene Iāve ever watched. Tom is shot from above, bumbling around on a sunken dancefloor in an otherwise dark nightclub, chasing after a glimpse of his wife. Heās making progress until ELOās āDonāt Bring Me Downā segues into Blondieās āHeart of Glassā, an extremely well-chosen track, both for its lyrics and its quavery, swirly oddness (that singing-bowl vocal must have been so strange to the songās early listeners). Needless to say, he doesnāt find her, and his patched sports coat certainly prevents him from pulling any other women.
When Anne mentions heās been talking a lot in his sleep, weāre not surprised that she canāt tell him exactly what heās been saying. Things have got seriously nebulous, and everyone around him is a suspect. Even the cupboards in Tomās life have become dubious. His drawer in Anneās room contains hypnotic medication he has no recollection of taking (yeah weāve all been there), while her wardrobe features an unexplained wig (suddenly erupting wigs always ramp up the uncanny by a factor of a 1000), while his own late wifeās clothes are all missing from her old room. By the midpoint of the episode heās floundering, and the viewer is shocked by the callous cruelty of Wardrobe, who dress him in a royal-blue towelling robe of appalling shortness just at the point when he most needs the reassurance of some dignified clothing (Anne, meanwhile, is swanning around in an elegant full-length dressing-gown. I suppose itās a reversal of the usual gender stereotype, at least.)
But Tom is not going down without a fight! Heās soon back in his sports coat and dingy flares, pounding the mean streets to find his errant wife, dismaying day-for-night photography be damned. āI AM NOT HALLUCINATING!ā he asserts, and as someone whoās said that a few times in exactly that tone and with exactly that level of success, I salute him.
#70stv #CultTV #ScFi #Horror #Occult #Ghosts
Vashrevsky annoyingly believes that no modern African is fully emancipated from such beliefs, but as the episode wears on it becomes clear that whitey, in the form of Tom Crane, is considered equally prone to the call of the occult. At one point Tom bursts into a lab room where a TV is blaring out footage of a tribal ritual soundtracked by the words āTo appease the God, sacrifices must be givenā. Itās clear who the sacrifice is here, but just whoās the God? Is it just gaslighting of colossal proportions? This is, after all, one of the most paranoid of all the shows of a paranoid decade of television.
I wonāt spoil it for you, but this was another episode thatās all about relationships, with no special effects or ghostly stuff at all. There is, however, plenty of atmosphere, as we sense the noose narrowing around poor Tomās neck, and possibly the most quietly eerie disco scene Iāve ever watched. Tom is shot from above, bumbling around on a sunken dancefloor in an otherwise dark nightclub, chasing after a glimpse of his wife. Heās making progress until ELOās āDonāt Bring Me Downā segues into Blondieās āHeart of Glassā, an extremely well-chosen track, both for its lyrics and its quavery, swirly oddness (that singing-bowl vocal must have been so strange to the songās early listeners). Needless to say, he doesnāt find her, and his patched sports coat certainly prevents him from pulling any other women.
When Anne mentions heās been talking a lot in his sleep, weāre not surprised that she canāt tell him exactly what heās been saying. Things have got seriously nebulous, and everyone around him is a suspect. Even the cupboards in Tomās life have become dubious. His drawer in Anneās room contains hypnotic medication he has no recollection of taking (yeah weāve all been there), while her wardrobe features an unexplained wig (suddenly erupting wigs always ramp up the uncanny by a factor of a 1000), while his own late wifeās clothes are all missing from her old room. By the midpoint of the episode heās floundering, and the viewer is shocked by the callous cruelty of Wardrobe, who dress him in a royal-blue towelling robe of appalling shortness just at the point when he most needs the reassurance of some dignified clothing (Anne, meanwhile, is swanning around in an elegant full-length dressing-gown. I suppose itās a reversal of the usual gender stereotype, at least.)
But Tom is not going down without a fight! Heās soon back in his sports coat and dingy flares, pounding the mean streets to find his errant wife, dismaying day-for-night photography be damned. āI AM NOT HALLUCINATING!ā he asserts, and as someone whoās said that a few times in exactly that tone and with exactly that level of success, I salute him.
#70stv #CultTV #ScFi #Horror #Occult #Ghosts
Well pressure of work and generalized Insania has made me fall behind on my reviewing schedule, but here are my thoughts on episode 8 of #TheOmegaFactor, āOut of Body, Out of Mindā.
I actually had to watch this one twice because I just kind of spaced out the first time around and couldnāt remember any of it from earlier viewings of the series. If this suggests to you that it isnāt the most gripping episode of the bunch, youād be right, but itās not without interest, just very talky. If you can keep up with the chat thereās a fair bit going on, with a lot of things coming together and the pressure ramping up. The focus this week is on the use of psychic sleeper agents who can be brainwashed and then activated to do Terrible Things on the international political stage, and though itās not handled too badly (with only two different pronunciations of Hamish Mbotoās name! Cosmopolitan!) itās the ongoing intrigues that make this episode compelling.
For most of the series Tomās brother Mike has been recovering from a mental collapse of shadowy origins, and the realistic, unsensational depiction of severe mental illness and psychiatric care has been one of the strong points of the series. Well, in this episode Tom finally discovers more about the part his immediate boss Martindale (John Carlisle) has played in Mikeās breakdown. Martindale, who has maintained a pleasant, urbane surface throughout most of the series, now begins to really crack the whip, both in his sizzling confrontations with Tom and with his superiors. It suits him, I very much enjoyed his office full of beetle pictures (there always seems to be one just over Tomās shoulder) and in future I will be aiming to respond to 90% of all questions put to me with the words āSorry, Classifiedā in the polite, clipped, fuck-you-very-much tone Martindale deploys here.
This ep also offers Anne (Louise Jameson) a chance to shine. In the early episodes sheās a fairly bland figure, a Lady Scientist with a line in faintly smug flirting that feels right out of central casting for that era. But her character has become tougher and I enjoy the way she pushes back at Tom when he tries to get between her and her research (even though heās not exactly doing it for misogynistic reasons). At the same time, their romance is still bubbling away, and I liked the hints you get from the camera and editing about the complicated nature of it all ā after Tom suggests they run off together, the camera pans out to show them on the steps of a church, but itās a great, hulking dark building in which you can imagine wedding bells sounding like the clanging chimes of doom. At one point the pair walk over a heart-shaped pattern of pavement slabs, but seconds later theyāve become separated by traffic and can hardly hear each other through the noise.
So yeah, this episode has an in-between feel to it, and I wasnāt bowled over by the main plot (or the dodgy astral travel special effect, or that one Omega agent moaning about the intolerable burden of having to sleep with Loftus Burton, like by all means allow me to relieve you of your duties Madam) but there was still a fair bit to enjoy, at least on second sight!
#SciFi #CultTV #70sTV #Horror #Supernatural
I actually had to watch this one twice because I just kind of spaced out the first time around and couldnāt remember any of it from earlier viewings of the series. If this suggests to you that it isnāt the most gripping episode of the bunch, youād be right, but itās not without interest, just very talky. If you can keep up with the chat thereās a fair bit going on, with a lot of things coming together and the pressure ramping up. The focus this week is on the use of psychic sleeper agents who can be brainwashed and then activated to do Terrible Things on the international political stage, and though itās not handled too badly (with only two different pronunciations of Hamish Mbotoās name! Cosmopolitan!) itās the ongoing intrigues that make this episode compelling.
For most of the series Tomās brother Mike has been recovering from a mental collapse of shadowy origins, and the realistic, unsensational depiction of severe mental illness and psychiatric care has been one of the strong points of the series. Well, in this episode Tom finally discovers more about the part his immediate boss Martindale (John Carlisle) has played in Mikeās breakdown. Martindale, who has maintained a pleasant, urbane surface throughout most of the series, now begins to really crack the whip, both in his sizzling confrontations with Tom and with his superiors. It suits him, I very much enjoyed his office full of beetle pictures (there always seems to be one just over Tomās shoulder) and in future I will be aiming to respond to 90% of all questions put to me with the words āSorry, Classifiedā in the polite, clipped, fuck-you-very-much tone Martindale deploys here.
This ep also offers Anne (Louise Jameson) a chance to shine. In the early episodes sheās a fairly bland figure, a Lady Scientist with a line in faintly smug flirting that feels right out of central casting for that era. But her character has become tougher and I enjoy the way she pushes back at Tom when he tries to get between her and her research (even though heās not exactly doing it for misogynistic reasons). At the same time, their romance is still bubbling away, and I liked the hints you get from the camera and editing about the complicated nature of it all ā after Tom suggests they run off together, the camera pans out to show them on the steps of a church, but itās a great, hulking dark building in which you can imagine wedding bells sounding like the clanging chimes of doom. At one point the pair walk over a heart-shaped pattern of pavement slabs, but seconds later theyāve become separated by traffic and can hardly hear each other through the noise.
So yeah, this episode has an in-between feel to it, and I wasnāt bowled over by the main plot (or the dodgy astral travel special effect, or that one Omega agent moaning about the intolerable burden of having to sleep with Loftus Burton, like by all means allow me to relieve you of your duties Madam) but there was still a fair bit to enjoy, at least on second sight!
#SciFi #CultTV #70sTV #Horror #Supernatural