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Les jeunes ne doivent pas mourir. Je viens d’apprendre la mort du jeune acteur australien Heath Ledger dans un appartement à Manhattan. Il paraît qu’il s’est suicidé. Quel gaspillage de talent. Je trouve ça tout à fait atroce.

Sale Bête : “In memoriam veram”.

As news of Mr. Ledger’s death made its way across the Internet, the Police Department issued a fairly terse summary of the death: “ON TUESDAY, 01/22/08, AT APPROXIMATELY 1530 HOURS, IN THE CONFINES OF THE 5 PRECINCT, POLICE RESPONDED TO 421 BROOME STREET AND FOUND A M/W/28 UNCONSCIOUS. THE VICTIM WAS PRONOUNCED DOA AT THE SCENE. M.E.’S OFFICE TO DETERMINE THE CAUSE OF DEATH. INVESTIGATION CONTINUES.”

The NY Times, City Room Blog: “Actor Heath Ledger Is Found Dead”.

Ennis Del Mar.

Triste.

Cloverfield, le film catastrophe de Matt Reeves, fait vomir. Stricto sensu.

Un blogueur de Toronto raconte que plus d’une dizaine de personnes ont quitté la séance à laquelle il assistait et qu’il a aperçu des vomissements frais dans le corridor en sortant de la salle.

Avec ses analogies évidentes aux attentats du 11 septembre 2001, le film à petit budget raconte l’histoire d’un monstre qui attaque la ville de New York et celle d’un groupe d’amis qui tentent de saisir la catastrophe sur leur caméra vidéo.

Cineplex Odeon a affiché des messages à l’entrée de ses cinémas pour avertir les spectateurs que le maniement de la caméra dans ce film pourrait causer des malaises associés au mal des transports, similaires à ceux ressentis dans un manège.

It was also the most nauseating experience I had had in quite some time. (And that wasn’t because it was a particularly gory film. In fact, it was fairly tame.) Cloverfield just happened to be the shakiest piece of film I can recall having to endure. Period. … If any of you out there have a problem with motion sickness, heed my advice: Take Your Dramamine!

Film Crunch, Veronica Santiago: “Cloverfield Warning: Take Your Motion Sickness Pills”.

I heard a woman behind me say she was glad she took Dramamine before the show. Had I known just how jittery the movie would be, I would’ve taken a whole package of ‘em. So, aside from the fact that I missed about 10 minutes of the movie because I was puking in the bathroom, and aside from the fact that the rest of the time I was viewing the movie either through my fingers or with eyes closed, what I did see I enjoyed quite a bit.

So Yummy: “Cloverfield, or Puke Fest 2008!”.

Well I’ve seen it now, and I can tell you what Cloverfield is: it’s the revolting, nauseating feeling you get in your stomach while watching all the maddeningly shaky handheld shots that compose the entire film. It makes Blair Witch look like it was shot with a steadycam. They must have given the actors direction like “good shot, but try shaking it more, we want the audience to feel distressed!”. Dozens of people left the theatre as the movie went on, which was good, because my friends and I needed to get farther from the screen to avoid vomiting in our free cloverfield branded gas-station mugs.

Jeremy Clarke: “I know what Cloverfield is, and I want to puke so bad”.

Flickr: Cloverfield warning.