26 august 2009

Mostly the internets are a box of delights and soothment, but sometimes we appear not to have progressed as far as we thought. Here's an Amazon France customer review of an Isabelle Huppert movie put through Babelfish:

St Augustin (l' bishop d' Hippone, not the subway station) dies into 430 whereas its city is besieged by Genséric (me either j' in know ric) and its vandals (that badly does not sound... Danny Logan and its Penitent, Johnny Kidd and the Pirates, Genséric and its Vandals); Expert near the courts of Carthage for all that touches with the flesh, his positions, his pleasures, his delights, it splits himself, at the time d' a pleading remained famous (at the time of the lawsuit " L' Worsen Romain against Sodomisator") of this aphorism passed to the posterity: " Post coitum, animal triste" what can result in " After the coitus, l' animal is triste". This vocation of sexo-veterinary surgeon, Diane Kurys knew the retransmettre in its film where Bernard, veterinary surgeon with the brother too early missing (" My brother was veterinary surgeon... he blew with a small tube out of glass...."), loves Isabelle, Áleveuse mares to claim, and Lio, exotic singer whose fruit-bearing tastes are to be compared with those of France Gall. Who l' will carry of both? Which will be able to return to Bernard the smile after l' love returning l' consequently; aphorism d' Obsolete Augustin? Such is l' stake of this sublime film of which d' qualities; lighting (" it takes bladders for lanternes" " And then? " " it brule") are not any more to praise.

I'll have to get hold of the film now, of course. It's possible that only a close viewing (possibly frame-by-frame) can solve the mysteries of the bladder lanterns, the small but maybe fatal glass tube . . .

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