If you have trouble sleeping, tune in to Fashion TV. One could only take so much of icy skinny models walking down the ramp, strangers partying on a boat, or Eastern Europeans repeatedly saying “I luv Faaashion TeeVee!”.
In my case, I also switch to the French or Italian movie channel to put me to sleep. Reading subtitles is one draining and straining commitment.
During my more awake hours, I really don’t mind following subtitles. Got used to it after seeing a lot of spaghetti Westerns in my youth. But if you do shun foreign movies because of the subtitles, I recommend that you see The Triplets of Belleville. It’s the perfect respite from Hollywood, including Pixar and Disney. Our foreign film du jour.
Triplets is French but is almost devoid of dialogue. The U.S. release intentionally left out the subtitles since it’s not at all necessary. This full-length animated feature, which lost out to Finding Nemo in the Oscars, is pure visual assault. It’s about a grandmother’s love for her son, Champion, an avid cyclist training for the Tour de France. No, it’s not like a heartwarming Nemo caper. It gets weirder, the characters more vulgar.
Champion gets kidnapped, and lola enlists the help of the triplets, eccentric nightclub performers who exist on a diet of frogs. Their nightclub act is a more manic and jazzy version of the Broadway group, Stomp. Their instruments include a fridge and a vacuum cleaner.
It’s a visual and musical experience like no other. Certainly not for insomniacs.
j'adore les triplettes!!! weird and wacky!!!
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