Film Trailer "Knights of Justice"
In 2004, he had a reset on his head. Respect required, just leaning back, tonny. Not sopran. But Mickelsen. Not in New Jersey, but in Copenhagen.
Madsa made Nicholas. Unding. Ref non There were, of course, and other Danes. Like Susanna Bir or Anders Thomas Jensen. But we, the world, and the whole refline is enough. In the dealer's trilogy, "bleeding" and "dealer 2" MADS, changed names, passwords and appearance. From hell, through purm, stuck still to paradise. Paradise, however, looked untidy and uncomfortable, but at least he instilled deceptive hope. The fact that life is not limited to two coke roads parallel to the straight, which once crossed in your head at the very moment when her, like a ripe watermelon, will break the baseball bat in turns. In the final of the second "Pucher" tonny in the early morning, pressing his chest like a native daughter, drove on the east of Copenhagen. One and a half hours he felt not a drug trip, not other of the same lost and gloomy men in sports, and his own destiny. Fluffed, did the cuttings and passes, the shutters crossed the waste of short days, and here he, goal in the gate of eternity. Great role. Great hero. Orpheus had enough mind and will not turn the will. On solarium, brewing, brothels and gangster tireage - solid collapse, no condescension. Inexpensive multicultural priestesses of love do not recognize what a tonny had an end, whether he was really a "king of members" or shot by idle, the machine gun is like a self-deception cleft. Death tonny is not happy, because you will not kill myself.
Probably, therefore, long before Valhalla Rising, he rebelled from the captivity of video illuances in "Blider", and such a familiar area turned into a bloody bath. Quentin Tarantino made a transition - to Beatrix Kiddo. From Zadrota, which gives local loose meters with a rental of dreams, moved straight to the Scandinavian samurai. Kill Bill means to kill. You can only kill yourself. Do I need? And the Viking, and Samurai, and a modern person on this issue, for this unresolved, even a challenge the problem of solidarity: suicide to be. The only version of the rebellion is to overthrow its nature from the pedestal, throw out the dogs of the dog, to the cold, to death. A timid act of vandalism, he is meaningful and noble - remove from the text and from the frame to his own person. Cinema is removed here, in the main role of emptiness.
Everything that is shown on the screen seems to be true. Cinematograph as a facade of reality. Like a fortress wall. It must be destroyed - according to Stanislavsky or on the meyesnera, so that violence and cruelty expose their ocal.
And he is everywhere - and on a luxurious yacht, in a floating casino, where only eternity receives a flash grand piano, and in kindergarten, and in high school classes, and on the bourgeois wedding, and even more so in the police, where under the cover of the uniform And under the guidance of Axel Winter, the good legs hold the connection with Churchill and de Galer. In 1944, Madza Kitron is kicked, and his partner-partisan is "Flame". It is clear why. Flame Madsa, even if he is absolutely insane, always inside. Occasionally breaks out - blood flows out of the eyes. But most of the time MADS is very clear, as if drawn, from this accuracy of lines, the abis of the face and the spirit, as from Lemon, fouls in the throat.
In the north, the person lost in the snow should not fuss. And MadS saves energy, does not twitch. It seems that even killing, Mikkelsen met the extremely. The man of the beeidermayer era. His look was directed not at us, but in the opposite direction, in the deep dot dreams in the world of actions, and not intentions, souls. Skills only emphasize this feeling. That the face is one of the masks. Agamemnon. Or Igor Stravinsky. Or Michael Kolhahaas. Or Hannibal Lecter. Or Le Schiffra.
It doesn't matter what he has in his hands - wands for sushi or conducting. Or sword. Or dwarked glasses. The world is unmanaged. Food can burn. Professor to get confused and flaw out stupidity. Composer lose inspiration and smell. Game get out of control. Hunting is announced on a person. And the longest century lasts this pursuit, humanism loops in frozen fields, but humanism does not look at the hunters, which breathe in the back.
The bones were abandoned, the duel of views is declared, MadS gives his excitement only kissing a beloved woman, just saying goodbye to each other, only putting his son's sleep, only feeling existential weakness, and did not come up with medicines. Mads is primarily a person, just too often he is enough to face eyebrows. Man is not an island, but cipher. It has both numbers, and capital letters, and international designations.
And the cipher is simply cracking. As it turned out in "another one." It is enough to increase the degrees and then maintain the feeling of euphoria at the proper level until there is not one eyebrow, but all the climb, until the call is translated. If life is not drunk for a long time, pour itself. Bordeaux pour. Pill Burgundy. Moldni, Comrade Kierkhegor, Vodka. Go home in non-existence, 55 already. There will be nothing to fasten soon. Plysha, until the middle-aged crisis devoured you at all. While Chaos did not hit the firm switches of justice. So far, everything did not go as shock, and Mads, together with us, did not become another fantastic creature, which came here once died. It was a long time ago, during the time when the word respect wrote on the backshadows, and not in social networks. When masculinity was not new, but fragile and claimed himself without regard, - not on others, but for the past. There is no future - no matter how hints at Winterberg Mads - but this is because we have not built it yet. More precisely, you. Madsa want to listen with respect. And with even greater respect for Madsa watch.
