#Lawrence Ah Mon

[roseillith]

SPACKED OUT (2000) dir. LAWRENCE AH MON

[puchun]

Spacked Out (2000) ‘無人駕駛’ Directed by Lawrence Ah Mon

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Bad movie I have Black Mask 1996

[hypernova-writes]

Mon Bijou.

Synopsis: The King's ball is coming up, and you get invited to go by your dear friend. But...Should you really have gone..?

Pairing: Spy x Reader

a/n: This is the second person in my yandere! Royalty series! give me suggestions on who I should do next~ also Spy's name in this is Lawrence btw!

A dream is a wish your heart makes

When you're fast asleep

In dreams, you will lose your heartache

Whatever you wish for, you keep...

....b e c a r e f u l w h a t y o u w i s h f o r...

Wishing upon a star every night is supposed to give you hope that whatever you wish for will eventually come true. That whatever problem that is plaguing you will be gone, and replaced with an everlasting joy that will cause you to forget whatever troubles originally plaguing your mind.

“Y/n.”

You pray and you hope that one day you will get your own happy ending, that you wouldn’t have to live this damned life that you were cursed to live.

“Y/N!!!!”

You jolted from your daydreaming by your window and hurriedly made your way down from the attic to the kitchen where you were being summoned. You finally reached the room to see your step mother, standing there with a basket and a list, meaning that she wanted you to go to the market. 

“I apologize for being lat mother i-” You were cut off by the harsh smack she delivered to your face, before she started talking.

“When I call for you. You come. You ungrateful brat.” She began as she turned her back to you, “You need to go out to the market. Theres things that need to be grabbed for my Daughters.”

You simply nod slowly, grabbing your bag and the basket off of the table before setting off, walking past your step sisters, who were busy gossiping about something you didn’t catch before you walked out of the home.

You were the eldest, being the only living family member left of your father. Ever since your father passed away two years ago, things have been horrible for you. Lady Navi, your step mother, took over the estate and everything that your father had originally left to you.

And your step sisters, Denice and Ana both know this, and continue to rub it in your face that your father is dead and gone. They were horrible to you, forcing you to do their chores, run their errands, you weren’t even allowed to go out anymore unless one of them were accompanying you. So you were surprised when you were sent off without them.

You hurried out of the door before they decided to change their mind, it had been a while since you had been allowed out like this. 

When reaching the market, you smiled and waved to all of the vendors who seemed more than pleased to see you out and about once agan.

“Ah! NIce to see you little one!”

“Are you doing well?”

“Here take this! Take care now!”

You gracefully accepted the gifts they gave you, knowing that you would have to hide them as soon as you returned home because you know for certain they would be snatched from you if your sisters even caught wind of them.

You walked down the market street before your eyes locked with a male, and you giggle as he beckons you over. “Greetings Mr. I apologize I haven’t been here for our meetings”

“..No worries Mon Amour..I am glad to see you are alright.”

Every time you came to the market you made sure to stop by this one stall, he sold many jewels and things that seemed to be way out of your league, but that wasn’t what drawn you to him at first. It was his voice. 

You remember your first meetings, You had to come to him to fix a watch that your mother had broke, but blamed YOU for it. He happily obliged an fixed it, all while talking about random things to keep your mind off your step mother.

He was a true gentleman, Such a kind a soul. Whoever would become his wife would be a lucky one indeed.

“Oh I have something for you my dear.” He says as he hands you a envelope with a golden trim. You took it and gasped softly. An invitation for tomorrow’s ball.

King Lawrence…Not many truly knew how he looked due to how secretive he was, but rumor has it that this ball was him reaching out looking for suitors. Every eligible bachelor and bachelorette in the kingdom was invited. You had figured you weren’t going to be invited to go because people forget you existed.

You happily accepted it and when you were about to thank him he places a finger to his lip. “NO need to thank me beautiful. You should get to enjoy yourself.” He then smiles at you before he looked to his watch. 

“Ah you should get home, I wouldn’t want to be the reason you no longer can come to town anymore.” He takes your hand and places a kiss to it. “Until then, Mon bijou..”

You tilt your head. “What does that mean?”

“My Jewel.”

—----------

You were happily finishing doing your makeup. Today was the day! 

The ball was here and your mother said that you could attend if you did all of your chores. So you worked hard, all the way until you managed to finish your last chore. 

You then ran to get dressed, putting on a beautiful gown that originally belonged to your mother. You smile as you do a twirl before rushing to go and join your sisters and mother.  

When you approached them, Denice sneered at first. “ Ugh..You’re going in that?” She laughed as she turned her back to you. “It looks like it was made from scraps! Perfect for you though.” 

You ignored them and went to your step mother and smiled. “Mother! I finished all of my chores, and I-i got an invitation from the town!” You say happily as you show her the invitation. She simply walked up to you and snatched it from your hands.

“Such a insolent and foolish brat you truly are.” She hissed as she held the invitation. “You don’t deserve this at all! This ball if for people who are going to be the King’s suitor. Not handmaidens.”

Ana giggles as she walks up to you. “Yes! And mother already promised that we would have a chance at the kings heart! Theres no room for you!!”

You looked at her. “B-but..You promised I could go..” To which your step mother only cackled.

“Oh I did? I said you could go if you were properly dressed.” She snapped her fingers and your step sisters advanced on you. You began backing away, shaking your head and begging them to not do what they were about to do. 

You had no choice but to watch as they pulled and tore at your dress, ripping it and tearing it, laughing and cackling as they ruined your gown. They continued for nearly 30 minutes untl your step mother clapped her hands.

“That’s enough girls!” She chuckled and smirked as her daughters came back to her side. “We will be late if we keep messing with the common folk.”

You watched as they took the invitation that your dear friend had given to you, leaving you with a ruined and tattered dress in the middle of the floor. You scooped up the fabric and could feel the tears beginning to well down your cheeks. You walk out to the backyard, before finally sitting down beside the fountain. 

You looked up to the sky and frowned. “T-this isn’t fair..” You mumble as you bury your head in the palm of your hands. 

Sighing softly you pull your knees to your chest, your tear stain face glistening in the moonlight, you were devastated, watching as the sky turned darker and the moon rose higher and higher in the sky.

“Hey, Hey You there.!”

You lift your head to see a woman dressed in a purple suit with purple glittering wings, she wore glasses and had black hair that was tied back into a bun. She smiled down at you as she lowered herself to the ground.

“Why are you crying?..” She asked and you motioned down to your dress. She then nods as she finally comes to rest in front of you.”My sisters..tore my dress for the ball…now i can’t go..”

She taps her chin before she smiles down at you.

“How about I give you another dress!”

“A-and how are you going to do that?..” You ask softly as you wipe your remaining tears before sitting up properly to look at the woman. “An..and who even are you?”

The woman stands up straight before she lets out a soft laugh. “OH! Where are my manners! You can call me Ms. Pauling! I’m like a fairy godmother!” She says as she whips out the wand and waves it gently in front of your face.

“Huh? Like the ones in fairytales?”

“Mhm! But i’m very much real! Watch this~!” 

You watch as she waves her wand, and a nearby pumpkin turns into a beautiful carriage made of silver and gold with emerald for the vines. The wheels looked like they could’ve been made of beautiful diamond with how glittery and sparkly they were in the moonlight.

You stare in amazement before Ms. Pauling turns to you with a bright smile. “Now what was that about not being able to go?” She waves her wand and a surge of magical energy starts to surround you. You close your eyes to shield them from the harsh lights.

“Go ahead and upon them now!”

You open your eyes and look down seeing that you were now wearing a beautiful light blue ball gown, the gown shimmered in the moonlight almost making it look like your were glowing. You wore matching white gloves,  and you watched as Ms. Pauling walked over to adjust the matching hair piece that was nestled in your hair.

“Oh Check your shoes too!” 

You looked down and saw that you were wearing crystal glass heels, fit perfectly to your size. You smile as you do a twirl and that earned a chuckle from Ms. Pauling. “See? Now lets get you to that ball~”

You then frown. “But..I don't have an invitation-” You stopped your words as you watched as she magically produced an invitation in her hands. She smirks and hands it to you before ushering you into the carriage. You hear a few more sounds before the carriage starts moving forward, catching you off guard. You stumble a bt in the carriage before you regain your balance. 

You look out of the carriage at the moving scenery before you, placing a hand to your hear you sigh softly. “God..I hope everything goes well…”

“I don’t know if i can take anymore heartbreak…” You mumble as you look up to the stars, You lean on the window of the carriage as it slowly started to approach the castle. 

You could see the dozens upon dozens of women and men dressed down to the tea, all of them with the same goal in mind:

Impress the king. 

“Alright! We are here!” 

You jumped as Ms. Pauling opened the carriage door for you, you take her hand as she helps you down from the carriage.

You let out a gasp of wonder as you come to look at the palace, having never seen it up close before, only from a distance. The place was beautiful, decorated in tons of flowers of various colors, ribbons and streamers of  all kinds covered the balconies as they welcomed various guests into the ballroom.

“Now Sweetheart, theres a catch to your dress.”  Ms Pauling points to the clock. “Once that clock hits 12 I need you to meet back here with me. Or else your dress is going to turn back into ruin right in front of you.” She explained and you nodded as she handed you your invitation. 

“Besides that, go and enjoy yourself.” She says as she shooed you inside. You nod and begin to follow the crowd of people heading inside. 

You were all wide eye and bushy tailed, after all, this is the fanciest event that you’ve ever been to you in your lifetime. The dresses were beautiful and the people who were all gathered here were too, it made you wonder why in the world did you ever decide to come here.

“You look lost, May I?”

You yelped as you turned to face a tall male, he had bluish grey eyes, salt and pepper like hair that was combed to the side with a few strategically placed pieces. He wore a red suit that looked very very expensive, covered in a sash with a jeweled brooch on his chest pocket.

He held his hand out for you and you took it gently allowing him to pull you closer to him, he chuckles at your wide eyed expression and the blush that covered your cheeks. 

“I’m guessing that this is your first time here, non?” He asked and you gave him a sheepish grin.

“I-is it that obvious?..” 

“Well, You look like a child in a candy shop, my darling.” 

You pout and he only laughs softly as he guides you in a dance, so the two of you would end up blending in with crowd as they moved around. You placed your hands on his shoulders as he guides you, you weren’t the best dancer, one doesn’t get much experience dancing with the broomsticks while cleaning up.

“What brings you here tonight?..” He asks and you think for a bit. Why did you want to come? Was it just to get out of the house and experience this before? Or did you actually think that you had a chance with the King?..

“Ah..Just to get out, My Step mother is quite..overbearing..”

“Hmm, I can understand that.” He answered as he twirled you, making you grip onto him a little tighter. He grins softly as he leans down to whisper in your ear. 

“Do not worry Ma belle..I got you..”

God his voice could make you melt, this man was certainly charmer..he reminded you so much of your dear friend. The way he teased you certainly was the same, bringing a fiery blush to your cheeks.

“What about the King?”

“Hmm?..Oh..well I don’t think i’m in the league for him..Look at me..and I mean he’s THE KING, not some lowly aristocrat..” You answer and he hums in response. 

“You never know, The King may be wanting a genuine, raw connection. Not one for money..” The male said and you tilted your head. You hadn’t thought about that. If you were a royal, you would definitely want to marry someone who wasn’t a royal. Someone who accepted you for who you were, and not just for the title that came with it.

“I guess so..I would hate it..you know? I would want to be able to choose who I want..and not for money or status..” You say and He nods along with you before he pulls away a bit.

“Shall we? I get a bit overwhelmed with crowds for too long..” The male says softly and you nod, taking his hand as he leads you out of the ballroom. 

The two of you walk and talk for a bit, he makes you laugh, and you make him. He compliments you and you return them as quick as he dishes them. You couldn’t see it, but his heart was pounding inside of his chest, never had he ever felt like this before, and never had you.

This was the first time you’ve ever been treated equal...let alone by a man.

So when he approached you once more, backing you against one of the pillars outside, his lips inches away from yours..

You didn’t push him away.

Maybe it was a bit risky to share such a moment with a man you just met, but the way he spoke to you, it lit something inside of you, like something was calling you towards him.

He hikes one of your legs up onto his waist as he presses himself closer to you, his lips brush against your before he finally places his lips against yours. He tastes of expensive wine and light cigarettes, His lips moved against yours as it was going to be the last time he was going to kiss you. 

His hands started to wander, traveling up your dress and caressing your legs as he tried pulling you closer and closer. 

“Tu es si parfait, mon bijou..” He practically growled against your lips before pulling away to trail kisses down your neck. You whimper softly and tilt your head to the side, allowing him more access to your neck.

“You don’t know how long I've been wanting to get you alone like this…”

“Watching you everyday..waiting..”

“Mon précieux petit bijou... je ferai en sorte que tu ne puisses jamais me quitter.”

You freeze at his words. 

“W-what did you call me..?” You ask as he pulls away, still holding your hands in his. He smirks and chuckles softly as he runs a hand through his hair.

“My Jewel…It seems you’ve caught on to me..” He starts as he then moves to get on one knee infront of you. 

“My name..Is Lawrence…King Lawrence…your precious jewelry seller…” He says as he holds your hand and you could only look at him in horror.

The man…the man you found yourself..falling for..always wanting to see again…

Was the King.

“I disguise myself regularly. To go out amongst the common folk, mingle with folks in my kingdom. Something i picked up from my son.” He informed as he places a kiss to the back of your hand.

“You..You’ve been nothing but a darling to me. You treated me with respect then…and you treated me with respect now.”

He then stood up, pulling you towards him once more, this time with a harsher grip as his eyes darkened a bit. “..you’ve stolen my heart…and I dont see myself with anyone else but you.”

You started to back away from him. “I..I your highness..I can-”

He shushed you. “Lawrence. Call me Lawrence. And theres no you can’t, I’ve chosen you. You will be my Queen. There is no one else I’d rather call mine.”

For every step you took back, he took another one forward. He continued walking towards you, rolling up his sleeves as he tilts his head.

“You are mine…and I refuse to let you go. You signed your fate the day you met me.”

Your mind was racing. Thats why he gave you the invitation, the gifts, the teasing…how could you be so stupid!?

You were about to respond to him when you hear the clock tower ring out, and you whipped your head around.

12:00am. 

You quickly turned on your heel and booked it, ignoring his yelling behind you. You had to get back to Ms. Pauling, you had to. 

“GUARDS! STOP HER! THAT WOMAN IS THE FUTURE QUEEN ON THIS KINGDOM!”

You looked behind you and saw as several guards came from corners, rushing to join him in chasing you. You yelped out as you sped up, trying to run as fast as these heels could take you.

You reached the large staircase where you had entered and began running down only to trip up. You got sent tumbling to the ground, crashing at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Ma belle!”

 You looked up and saw him standing at the top of the stairs, he saw you injured at the bottom and came running. You quickly gathered your dress and whatever strength you had left in you and went running towards the carriage, abandoning the heel that you had lost on the staircase. “

When you made it back to the carriage, you spooked the carriage operator and they were about to ask when you yelled: “Just go!!”

The carriage began moving and you could hear the sounds of guards yelling, trying to get the carriage to stop. You clutched your chest as the carriage made its way back to your home at breakneck speeds. You lean against the window.

Maybe your Step mother was right. You shouldn’t have gone at all..

You should’ve stayed home.

—-

The next day, the kingdom was up in arms. 

The king was traveling through city after city, home after home, looking for someone he called Mon bijou..his jewel..

You were home, cleaning, trying to forget that night with him. You were too afraid to go to the market, under fear that you would run into him again.

Luckily your Step Mom did need anything, and if she did, recently she just went her daughters instead of sending you.

The four of your were home today, You were busy in the kitchen while your Step Mother, Denice and Ana chatted about what was going on.

“I wonder who this mystery girl is!”

“Right! They got to dance with king!”

“And she just ran?! Such a dummy!”

You sigh as you listen to them..’They wouldn’t understand..’  You thought as you finished sweeping in the kitchen.

You then jolted as the front door was knocked on. Your Step mother went to open it, and you peeked around the corner, seeing that it was two members of the royal guard. 

“His majesty demands to see all of the maidens of this house.”

Your Step mother eagerly pushed Denince and Ana forward, “These are my two daughters, sir. Aren’t they lovely?.” 

You watched from your spot, and locked eyes with one of the guards and felt a shiver go down your back as he beckoned you. “You too.”

Your step mother looks over to you and she sneers, “She’s just the maid. She was not even at the ball the other night.” But the guard made you come forward anyways, dragging you to stand next to your sisters, watching as they struggled to fit into the glass slipper. You watched as they struggled, trying to do anything to make their foot fit into the slipper until the guards finally snatched it from them. 

“C'est assez!”

You lifted your head and you felt your blood run cold as standing in the doorway was the King himself. “Ma Belle…It is time for you to stop playing these games. Time for you to come home to your darling Husband.”

Your Step mother stood up. “Your highness! You must be mistaken. This is just our maid! There is no way she could be the woman that you are looking for!” She says as she makes her daughters get up. “Are you sure my lovely daughters aren’t who you are looking for?.”

The King rolls his eyes and makes his way over to you. He grips your chin and angles your face up to face him. He tilts your head, and he chuckles. “I see..I left my mark..” He says as he trails his hand along your neck. “Guards. We are done here. I’ve got my darling.” 

“That’s impossible! There's no way that she could be her! Look at her! She’s nothing bu-”

A loud bang was heard and you jolted as blood splattered a bit on your face and clothes as well as the King’s.

You opened your eyes and looked in horror as there was now a bullet through Ana’s head as she was now slumped against her sister who was screaming over her dead body.

King Lawrence then turned to your Step Mother and smirks. “Unless You want to lose another daughter, Shut that one up.”

He then moves to caress your face,leaning down to kiss your lips, not caring that your step sister blood was on your face. 

“Now…let’s go home, mon bijou.”

No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing

The dream that you wish will come true....

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📌[ÉCHO] 📚 #Vendredilecture Vous reprendrez bien un peu désert ? 🐪 Ah la belle couverture façon Lawrence d'Arabie de ce livre intitulé « Carnets d’aventures » paru aux éditions Pocket et ré-édité.

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PRÉFACE ✒️ « L’aventure n’est morte que dans l’esprit de ceux qui n’ont aventuré nulle part ni leur esprit ni leur corps » Sylvain Tesson

ÉCLAIRAGE 💡J'étais des 12 auteurs. J'ai pour l'occasion écrit le récit de mon aventure dans les pas de Paul-Émile Victor. 70 ans après les séjours de l'explorateur sur la côte orientale du Groenland, je suis reparti dans ce sillage car je voulais savoir ce qu'étaient devenus les Eskimos, que l'on appelle aujourd'hui. les Inuits

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[sinetheta]

Queen of Temple Street (廟街皇后) dir. Lawrence Ah Mon (劉國昌). 1990.

Lawrence Ah Mon is a South-African born, Hong Kong based actor and filmmaker. Nominated for Best Director in the Hong Kong Film Awards twice, Ah Mon’s works are known for a specific focus on the problems of the poor. Much of their work also contends with Hong Kong’s colonial and post-colonial status, attempting to dig into postcolonial subaltern history in particular.

Queen of Temple Street describes the relationship between brothel matron Hua and her daughter Yan, who follows in her mother’s footsteps. In Ah Mon’s exploration of the Hong Kong sex trade, they create an incisive and perceptive imagination of what familial bonds entail in a place where traditional conceptions fail.

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Dealer/Healer (2017)

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El Recuerdo

En días de confinamiento, nada como recordar. El recuerdo es el éxtasis de la soledad, es tu vida interior, es la nostalgia, el recuerdo te mantiene viva, el recuerdo lo es TODO. Si no tienes nada que hacer, recuerda. Ah, Lowenstein, Lowenstein...

↥ Descripción del capítulo–26 de Abril del 2020

Mencionado:

Sant Jordi

Huevo Mollet// Ricotta// Sabina//Mecano

William Wordsworth “el ojo interior del alma (el recuerdo) es el éxtasis de la soledad”.

Coti-Vintage (secreto antiguo)

Stendhal

Hiroshima Mon Amour//Rashomon

Barbra Streisand: El príncipe de las mareas (1991) Yentl (1983)

Unorthodox

Nora Ephron

St. Elmo Punto de Encuentro - Joel Schumacher

Reencuentro - Lawrence Kasdan

Studio 54 - Matt Tyrnauer (Liza Minnelli & Mikhail Baryshnikov)

Esplendor en la hierba - Elia Kazan

El Gran Gatsby

Lee Radziwill

Grey Gardens– Ellen Hovde, Albert Maysles, David Maysles y Mue Meyer

Síndrome de Diógenes

Los recuerdos de Grey Gardens - Göran Olsson

Dicen Sympathy for the devil (Gordard) pero creo que se refieren a esta Gimme Shelter (Albert Maysles, David Maysles, Charlotte Zwerin)

Gordon - Edith Templeton

Canciones:

Pure– Lightning Seeds

El principe de las mareas

Big Town Girl – Cameron Avery

Young Hearts Run Free–Candi Staton

Help The Aged– Pulp

[roseillith]

SPACKED OUT (2000) dir. LAWRENCE AH MON

[puchun]

Spacked Out (2000) ‘無人駕駛’ Directed by Lawrence Ah Mon

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Gimme Gimme (2001) dir. Lawrence Ah Mon

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    Synopsis : Peter Chan, ancien membre d’une Triade et toxicomane notoire, a donné une nouvelle orientation à sa vie en devenant conseiller dans la lutte contre la toxicomanie. Il y a consacré tant d’efforts qu’il a même fini par être décoré par l’Etat.

Origine du film : Chine, Hong Kong Réalisateur : Lawrence Ah Mon Scénaristes : Chan Man-keung, Lam Wai-kuk Acteurs : Sean Lau, Gordon Lam, Jiang Yiyan, Louis Koo, Zhang Jin, Ng Man-tat, Patrick Tam, Lo Hoi-pang, Chen Kuan-tai, Billy Lau, Stephen Au Musique : Yue Yat-yiu, Edgar Hung Genre : Action, Drame Durée : 1 heure et 41 minutes Date de sortie : 18 mai 2017 (Hong Kong) Année de production : 2017 Sociétés de production : Sil-Metropole Organisation, Leap Eagle Media Culture, Dalian Erdong Filming and Cultural, Cheers Studio, Sil-Meteropole Oragnisation (Guangzhou) Film & TV Culture, Beijing Each Media, Sumeru Culture Media (Shenzhen), Dreams Salon Entertainment Culture Distribué par : Intercontinental Film Distributors Titre original : Dealer/Healer / Deok Gaai / 毒。誡 Notre note : ★★☆☆☆

Notre commentaire : “Dealer/Healer” est un film d’action dramatique chinois datant de 2017, dirigé par Lawrence Ah Mon. Les acteurs principaux sont Sean Lau, qu’on a pu voir dans “The White Storm” (2013), Gordon Lam, qu’on a pu voir dans “Drug War” (2012), Jiang Yiyan, qu’on a pu voir dans “Reign of Assassins” (2010), Louis Koo, qu’on a pu voir dans “Connected” (2008), et Zhang Jin, qu’on a pu voir dans “The Grandmaster” (2013).

L’histoire proposée par “Dealer/Healer” nous invite à suivre Chan Wah (Sean Lau), un membre du gang leader du “13 Tsz Wan Shan” qui renonce à ses mauvaises habitudes de consommateur et de trafiquant de drogue, suite à un séjour en prison. Il s’engage sur le chemin de la rédemption en oeuvrant pour dans un centre de réhabilitation afin d’aider ceux qui, comme lui auparavant, étaient perdus et cherchent à tourner la page avec leur passé tumultueux. Chen devient également un personnage important, jouant le rôle de médiateur entre les gangs et auprès de la police. En plus de vouloir aider ses deux anciens camarades, il va également tenter de reconquérir son amour d’antan, Ho-yau (Jiang Yiyan).

Il y a beaucoup d’aspects différents qui sont abordés en l’espace de seulement cent minutes. Des événements qui se déroulent sur trois décennies, et finalement l’intrigue se disperse dans différentes directions, laissant un sentiment de flou artistique. L’impression générale qui subsiste après avoir visionné le film, c’est que Lawrence Ah Mon, le réalisateur, tout comme ses deux scénaristes, Chan Man-keung et Lam Wai-kuk ne savent pas vraiment ce qu’ils veulent que leur film soit, ou même ce que le spectateur en retire, au point que cela finit par être complètement brouillon.

Si on aborde “Dealer/Healer” comme une mise en garde sur l’usage des drogues, ce n’est pas assez convaincant. Si la finalité est de présenter une histoire sur la fraternité, le métrage ne transmet pas le sens profond de l’amitié et de la loyauté qui anime Chen Hua et ses deux acolytes. Si le film se veut être une histoire sur l’inspiration, sur la rédemption, il manque une dimension forte pour que le spectateur s’identifie et/ou éprouve de l’empathie avec les principaux protagonistes. Il est fort probable que le seul point réellement positif de ce film est qu’il nous transporte dans le Hong Kong des années 1970 et 1980, quand le crime était endémique, les flics corrompus et que les gangsters faisaient fureur.

Bien que cette production, approuvée par la Chine, n’ait pas l’intention de glorifier les beaux jours des triades, ce métrage est plutôt attrayant lorsqu’il décrit les tenants et les aboutissants de la manière dont les drogues ont été colportées par ces gangs de voyous organisés. En effet, la première partie du film est certainement la plus captivante, dépeignant de façon saisissante les ruelles sombres et humides de la ville, sculptées dans les différents quartiers par divers gangs, les accros qui sont prêts à faire n’importe quoi pour leur dose, et les fonctionnaires de police qui aident les gangs à protéger leur territoire.

On peut également regretter la sous-exploitation de certains acteurs comme Louis Koo et Zhang Jin qui disposent finalement de peu de temps de jeu à l’écran. Le script et la mise en scène ne permettent absolument pas de développer leurs personnages respectifs, gaspillant manifestement le talent de ses deux acteurs avec des rôles de soutien. Sean Lau apporte de la sympathie avec son personnage. Ce dernier aurait facilement pu apparaître comme moralisateur, surtout dans la seconde moitié du film, mais au lieu de cela l’acteur nous propose une prestation pleine de dignité et d’humilité, malgré les nombreuses faiblesses du script.

En conclusion, “Dealer/Healer” est un film difficile à classifier car son réalisateur, Lawrence Ah Mon, ne le positionne pas vraiment dans un genre en particulier. L’histoire reste intéressante, mais elle est mal développée. L’intrigue change au fur et à mesure du développement de l’histoire sans jamais pleinement nous focaliser. Le thème de la drogue, et plus précisément la dénociation qui en est fait s’avère maladroite, sans réelle dimension. Finalement le récit est flou et bon nombre de personnages sont sous-développés. La distribution offre néanmoins de très bonnes prestations. La première partie du film s’avérant intrigante et même agrippante par rapport à une seconde partie beaucoup plus fade et parfois ennuyeuse.

  Bande-annonce :

DEALER/HEALER (2017) ★★☆☆☆ Synopsis : Peter Chan, ancien membre d'une Triade et toxicomane notoire, a donné une nouvelle orientation à sa vie en devenant conseiller dans la lutte contre la toxicomanie.

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Dealer/Healer - Official Trailer 2017 - MM2 Entertainment

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Dealer/Healer - Official Trailer 2017 - MM2 Entertainment

Biography of Chen Hua, a former underworld kingpin and drug dealer who takes a new lease of life and help rehabilitate people from drug addiction.

Directed by: Lawrence Ah Mon Cast: Yiyan Jiang, Louis Koo, Ka Tung Lam

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Un constat inquiétant : Lawrence Peter avait raison !

  Rappel : le principe dit “de Peter” (que les moins de 50 ans ne peuvent pas connaître...) est une “loi empirique” qui avait été énoncée en 1970 par Lawrence J. Peter et Raymond Hull dans un ouvrage éponyme qui a longtemps tenu la vedette dans les conversations professionnelles et les dîners en ville. Selon ce principe, “dans une organisation, tout employé tend à s'élever à son niveau d'incompétence”,  ce qui entraîne que, ’‘avec le temps, tout poste sera occupé par un employé incapable d'en assumer la responsabilité’’. Pendant des décennies, cette belle idée a servi à brocarder les gens qui avaient atteint leur niveau d'incompétence. Depuis, elle est devenue le symbole du népotisme et de la technocratie dévastatrice…

  Il y a pratiquement toujours eu, ici ou là (ou, pour être plus précis : ici ET là !) des dirigeants d'entreprise et des hauts fonctionnaires pour lesquels personne ne pouvait avancer un seul argument soutenant la nomination, la promotion et la situation… voire le maintien dans des sinécures la plupart du temps injustifiables puisque injustifiées : le “népotisme” est en fait un mal qui remonte aux tous premiers balbutiements des structures sociales. Alors, me direz-vous, pourquoi y consacrer un “billet” aujourd'hui ? Mais tout simplement parce que cette maladie frappait jusqu'ici des sociétés et des époques où ses conséquences n'étaient pas connues dans leur immensité, alors que les structures de notre Etat-Moloch actuel les rendent bien visibles. La théorie, mille fois chantée, prétend que la circulation facile des informations devrait rendre impossible la pratique honteuse de ce mal, éradiqué…  mais il y a loin, de la théorie à la réalité : rarement la nomination et la promotion d'incompétents a atteint son niveau actuel, qui frôle la perfection !

  La semaine dernière, une fois de plus, le “mur du Çon” a été franchi avec la nomination à un rang iso-ministériel du néfaste Delevoye, un superbe prototype de girouette malfaisante, “l'homme qui retourne sa veste plus vite que son ombre”.     Ce faux “droitier contrarié” totalement gaucho-compatible et vice-versa, “chiraco-sarkozyen-hollando-macroniste” par absence de convictions, a servi sans état d'âme des maîtres pour lesquels il a dit, fait et soutenu n'importe quoi et son contraire : les ors de la République justifient tous les revirements… et il a donc a occupé absolument tous les postes possibles ou pas, où il a démontré de manière non-empirique que le Principe de Peter était une Loi inattaquable, une loi organique de notre république en voie de ‘’bananiérisation’’. Sa gestion calamiteuse des 700 000 signatures de la pétition contre la mariage pour les gays a révélé qui il était !

  Rarement nos Républiques ont-elles sacrifié à ce jeu mortifère avec un tel excès que “macrone consule’” ( = Macron étant au pouvoir… en mauvais latin). Et pourtant, sous le règne de Hollande, la promotion d'incapables ‘’avait atteint de tels sommets qu'on croyait avoir touché le fond’’ : souvenez-vous d’Ayrault, de Valls ou de Cazeneuve, ces nuls absolus. Les gouvernements, sous Hollande, étaient des florilèges de toutes le formes de nullité : haineuse avec Peillon, vicieuse avec Taubira, menteuse avec Sapin, prétentieuse avec Montebourg, verbeuse avec  ’'Jack’’ Lang ou vénéneuse avec la démoniaque Najjat Valaud-Belkacem (qui était la démonstration à elle toute seule, de l'absolue exactitude du Principe de Peter).   On pensait impossible de tomber plus bas dans les nominations à des postes importants de gens dont la seule compétence est de n'avoir pas une seule des qualités nécessaires ? Mais sous la mandature de Macron, il semble qu'une règle incontournable soit de chercher, pendant des jours et des semaines, le pire candidat possible pour tout poste à pourvoir… Devant la capacité de notre Président à dénicher LA “wrong person” pour chaque “wrong place”, il y a de quoi s'extasier, son triomphe ayant été un mois pour finir avec... Castaner à l’Intérieur !

  Car ce n'est vraiment pas la vox populi (et moins encore la vox Dei, ça, c'est une certitude !) qui a sorti un Edouard Philippe de “derrière les falots” : pour trouver un nul de cette dimension (“pu qu'y sont grands, pu qu'y sont bétes”, disait Madame Pipelet !), il faut remonter à Mauroy, à Fabius ou à Ayrault ! Certains (mal pensants, pour sûr), pensent même que ces quatre “cavaliers de l'Apocalypse” (vous savez… ceux qui détruisent tout, sur leur passage), pourraient être des francs-maçons !  (NDLR : “Les gens sont méchants !”, aurait commenté le cher Fernand Raynaud).

  De manière peu surprenante, Macron se sent très attiré par tout “plus nul que lui”, et il n'a donc pas de mal à faire le plein de candidatures : chapître “nullités en marche”, la macronie est un réservoir sans fond ! On a donc vu surgir du néant une armée d'ectoplasmes diaphanes dont pratiquement personne ne sait le nom, trois ans plus tard… (Vous trouvez que j'exagère ?. Alors citez m'en 5, avec nom, prénom, et titre exact du poste “inoccupé”. Je serais bien surpris si epsilon pour cent des lecteurs de ce blog y arrivent. Ou bien… faites le test autour de vous !).

  Comme il reste vrai que “le diable se cache dans les détails”, c'est à tous les niveaux et pour tous les postes que cette chasse aux incapables est menée… et avec succès, à en juger par les résultats effroyables que l'on connaît ! Mais la raison pour laquelle j'en parle, en cette fin d'un été qui a été si riche en mauvaises nouvelles et si prometteur en catastrophes annoncées, c'est que l'actualité vient de nous révéler les noms des indésirables que Jupiter (décidément plus “capituleur” que “Capitolin” !) nous impose, pour les quelques années qui viennent… ce qui, partant de la situation catastrophique où (5 + 2 = 7) “sept ans de malheur” hollando-macronien nous ont plongés, interdit à notre pays de n'être plus jamais… la France… pas plus d'ailleurs que l'Europe ne court le risque de n'être plus jamais… l'Europe. Car quand un Delevoye ou un Moscovici, après tant d'autres, touchent le jack pot. (et nous le fond du gouffre), la situation peut être qualifiée de “grave’' !

  Avez-vous déjà réfléchi que l'avenir de nos enfants est entièrement entre les mains d'une Marlène Schiappa (NDLR : ce nom n'a, en italien, qu'un seul sens : le nul, ou l'idiot. C'est un cas où les motifs de l'émigration ont été clairs : la recherche de l'anonymat ! Seul ennui : depuis, ’'ça n'a pas sauté une génération” !), d'une Agnès Buzyn, de Silbeth N'diaye, de Nicole Belloubet, d'Elizabeth Borne,  d'Emmanuelle Wargon, de Muriel Pénicaud, la reine du bafouillage ou de Brune Poirson dont chaque intervention démontre qu'elle devrait s'appeler “Blonde”… Côté hommes, c'est “aussi pire’' : ce grand benêt de Bruno Lemaire et de son co-rénégat Gérald Darmanin (’'Ministre de l'Action” -sic !-. C'est-y pas beau, ça, Madame ?), Denormandie et Lecornu, Cédric O (dont on aimerait connaître l’'histoire), et le déconstructeur Franck Riester, que personne n'aimerait avoir à sa table (NDLR : “successeur de Malraux’' ! Vous rendez-vous compte de l'ampleur de la chute ?)… Pas un seul de ces nuls n'a la moindre expérience ni la moindre réussite à son actif, et ils ne sont là que pour répéter les paroles du Chef, sans tout piger (mais ce ne sont pas les seuls, dès qu'il parle culture ou Histoire de France).

  Ces super-nuls prennent en rafales des décisions épouvantables (qu'ils affublent de ’'progressistes’', pensant les faire passer) qui engagent le futur… alors qu'ils sont incapables de maîtriser et d'assumer le présent, si ce n'est en rodomontades, toutes perverses à terme… En me relisant, je suis surpris de ne pas retrouver avec un rang ministériel le regretté (?) Benalla, auto-promu depuis ’'super-expert en espionnage et en sécurité”..(titre qui s'obtient en rouant de coups de poings un couple immobilisé par les forces d'un certain ordre). Mais je me rends compte que j'ai aussi oublié le dangereux (autant qu'il est illettré) Castaner, ce “Tonton Cristobal” dont la nomination à un poste quelconque (et surtout Sinistre de l’Intérieur et des cultes… MDR !) est une insulte à l'Histoire de France (encore un dont des populistes mal-intentionnés font un franc-maçon ! Ah ! Les fake-news !)

  Le niveau d'autres pays ou des institutions européennes est-il une excuse à cette course à la nullité qui mène la France à sa perte ? Même pas… car malgré le néant-sur-pattes qu'est le transparent Donald Tusk, malgré les performances insoutenables de Jean-Claude Junker (à qui une imbibition chronique fait voir des éléphants roses dès 9 h du matin et qui racontait ses discussions ‘’avec les dirigeants des autres galaxies” (sic ! Les vidéos sont disponibles sur le Net), le degré de “nullitude” des autres acteurs ne saurait être une excuse à la présence répétée sur nos ondes d'un Attali ou d'un Minc, qui n'ont jamais fait une seule prévision qui se soit réalisée… quand ce n'est pas celle d'un Laurent Ruquier, ce maître-à-ne-pas-penser des cons : le Principe de Peter ne connaît pas de limites !

. La nullité triomphante qui s’affiche autour de nous fait que les parisiens risquent d'hériter, après le cauchemar tous azimuts du règne de la Hidalgo, d'un délire masochiste, avec Jean François Grivaud ou des algorithmes-réponse-à-tout de Cédric Villani… Le principe de Peter est le seul mode de recrutement de nos élites délitées, c'est certain, Cette punition aura-t-elle une fin, un jour ? Et si oui… quand ? Mon Dieu, ayez pitié de nous… Faites que ce soit le plus vite possible !  

H-Cl.

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Headcanons: Hero of Kvatch - Kassandra Saryn

‘tis about time i did something like that with Kassie. so here we go!

Kassandra is a halfbreed: she’s got a Breton father and a Dunmer mother. She looks very much human in almost every way, from the shape of her face and complexion of her skin, to the Nibenayan accent of her speech and a preference for simpler, less posh things. The only elven things about her are her pointed ears, predisposition to magical arts and slower aging.

Kassie’s got heterochromia: her left eye is bright blue and her right eye is vibrant green, which is believed to be the result of mixed blood. Her unique physical traits are also attributed to her vast and complicated genealogical tree, which includes centuries worth of interracial marriages, infidelities and all sorts of blood mixing between men and mer you could possibly imagine.

Her natural hair color is chestnut brown, not pearly white. Her hair was bleached by exposure to strong magical energies at a very young age, when her mother used a teleportation spell on the girl and her twin in order to relocate them from Morrowind to High Rock, to their father’s family.

Getting such a dose of raw magical energy not only made her hair standout in the crowd, but also awoke her own magical talents. Kassie got predisposition to Destruction and Illusion, while her little sister’s magic leaned towards Restoration and Alteration.

Kass considers herself a self-taught mage like her mother, though anyone at the Mages Guild would call her incompetent, unskilled and dangerous to both herself and her surroundings, especially after you learn that this girl favors Fire spells over anything else. She’s chosen fire not so much because of her Fire Resistance inherited from her mom, but rather because of many ways she finds instant fire out of nowhere useful in the wilds. However, Kass is NOT good with her spells: most of them aren’t even real spells, just random conjurations of magical fire and as such, most often than not, she ends up burning something. Usually herself. A nasty burn scar on her left arm and a frequent smell of burnt hair are constant reminders that she's in a dire need of a tutor. On the other hand, her skills in the arts of Illusion are a lot better. The only spells she knows from this school are a Candlelight and a somewhat effective Chameleon which are quite useful and help her out far more often that a little wild magical fire. Lucien believes that the reason why she’s far more successful as an Illusionist, rather than a Pyromancer is because one of her signs is the Shadow, which is known to favor anything that has to do with invisibility and sneak.

Kass was born under two signs, which even Uriel Septim VII himself believed to be of prophetic significance. She was born during the season of the Shadow, on the 5th of the Second Seed, 410 of 3rd Era, yet a wandering sign with no assigned season, which is known to pop up on the night sky every now and again - the Serpent - was also present on the night of her birth. Kass believes that the Serpent is responsible for all the misery in her life, but the Shadow is the one which allowed her to dodge all those miseries despite all odds.

After her daring escape from an orphanage as a kid, Kass ventured to the Imperial Reserve, where a huntsman from Chorrol named Honditar took her in as his apprentice. She’d spend summers at his lodge, learning the secrets of survival in the wilds and would leave before winter, when he went back to the city ‘till next spring. Kass then would go to the Gottlesfont Priory, where kind nuns gladly took her in and taught her about herbs and traditional medicine. Those were the best days of her life.

Years spent living in the wilds made her quite an aloof. She developed a strong dislike for cities and civilization in general, preferring thick woodlands over cramped streets any day. She would only leave the woods and go to the nearest town in order to trade furs and occasional treasure for soap or new clothes. If a certain winter happened to be a bit too harsh she’d find a job at a farmstead as a shepherd or a maid, but as soon as thaw began she’d disappear into the wilds once more. On the other hand, she became a real pro at all this survival stuff. She could make a trap out of anything, track down almost any living being and never get lost in the woods. One look around and she’d immediately know where’s the north, how far is the nearest river and what kind of predator frequents this place. Unfortunately, this also means that she’s absolutely helpless in a city. The streets confuse her, the people annoy her, the guards scare her and there’s no way of telling which way is the exit! Her life in the cities became easier once she discovered a way onto the rooftops though.

Because the wilds are never truly safe, Kass learned to sleep like a rabbit, with her ears perked up and listening. She’s such an incredibly light sleeper, that even Lucien couldn’t sneak up on her during the night of their first official meeting. On the other hand, she has serious troubles getting well rested and can’t stay asleep for longer than four hours without a cup of strong chamomile tea or a sleeping potion. That makes her the second insomniac of the Cheydinhal family right after the Speaker.

Since she’s the wild hermit from the forest, Kassie is an absolute tragedy when it comes to high class socializing. She can’t do small talk to save her own life, doesn’t understand when someone is flirting with her or how to pay back a compliment and most of the jokes totally fly over her head! She is polite, however, mostly due to her having some experience working as a servant girl. Also because of her uncivilized way of life, Kass never had a lesson in courtship. Poor baby does not understand all those sexual innuendos and metaphors people keep telling, has no idea what sexuality is and is absolutely clueless when it comes to sex and/or making out. Madam Josele finds her innocence irresistibly adorable and more than once scolded Lucien for attempting to use his charms on the poor girl.

As such, Kass was never in love before joining the Brotherhood. Lucien Lachance was her crush since day one and he, knowing that, deliberately manipulated her with his charms in order to make her a loyal little puppy by rewarding good behavior with a smooch or a suggestive smile, but punishing undesirable actions by giving her a cold shoulder or talking in harsh professional tone. That being said, Kassie felt that her feelings towards her boss were doomed and so she kept her options open. During one of her contracts she met a rather dashing Dunmeri merchant from Wayrest, with whom she exchanged letters for quite a few months after he went back to High Rock to his boring wife. However, Vicente was the one who pushed Kassie towards Lucien and when she insisted that he already had a mistress, the vampire said something that made her change her mind in an instant: “she gives him what he wants, but you give him what he needs.”

Later in the future, when she becomes a mother to Lucien’s only child and a future High Listener - Lawrence - Kass won’t stay to rebuild the Brotherhood after the civil war. She’ll disappear beyond the mysterious blue door in the middle of Bravil’s lake to never be seen again.

Kass may have a very simple taste in clothes, but boy does she know how to make them! Even though her auntie and a step mother died before the girl was five, she learned quite a few things from her before her demise. Sussana Saryn was a quite popular tailor in Anvil and did miracles with all those fabrics her husband brought to her from across the seas on his ship, and Kassie was always there to help with sewing. Give the girl a piece of cloth, a few needles and a thread and you’ll have a simple but cute dress in less than a day!

Kass is crazy for simple, energetic folk dances, which she learned whilst working at farmsteads during harvest seasons. Nothing gets her feet moving as much as a violin and a handsome farmer’s boy with whom she could spin under a linden tree in the late afternoon ‘till she loses her breath. Ah! Truly happiness lies in small things like these.

Because most of her adolescence she was malnourished, Kass has fallen victim to stunted growth. Even at the age of twenty she’s got thin limbs, small hips and little to no volume in her chest area. Because of this she looks unthreatening and small, which in some cases greatly helps her with contracts in crowded cities and other places where the ability to be unnoticeable is crucial to the success.

Kassie dislikes people, because for the most of her life they were cruel to her and indifferent to her miseries. For this reason she always preferred the company of animals, because in her eyes an animal will not lie, betray or deceive: if it wants to kill you it growls and does not pretend to be your best friend, and if it is truly your best friend then it will gladly follow you to Oblivion and back. Even after joining the Brotherhood she remains quite introverted, preferring to play with Schemer when everyone else is gossiping at the dinner table, or go for a walk with Ragnar rather than have dull conversations with other members of the Black Hand.

For some reason Kass dislikes felines. Maybe it’s because she has to constantly compete with wild big cats for food in the forest, or because she was robbed by Khajiiti highwaymen so many times... She just doesn’t like felines: housecats, wild senches, Khajiits or anything in-between she doesn’t like. The only exception is Vicente’s cat, who lives in his mansion in Blacktown. She’s a fluffy gray Alfiq named after the Queen-Wolf, who somehow managed to win over Kassie’s heart with her big eyes and melodic meows. Must be her magic!

That being said, Kass only makes friends with a few people at the time and stays loyal to them ‘till the end. Her best friend is, of course, Vicente, whom she found very likeable since their first meeting. Monsieur Valtieri became like a father figure to her, a mentor and a friend in one person. She always found vampires fascinating, because they live for so long and most certainly must know a great deal of things! Even in times when she’d doubt Lucien’s decisions, her trust in Vicente’s wisdom would remain absolute.

Kassandra may be polite, shy and unnoticeable, but she certainly can make her own decisions. It is often believed that she’ll do anything for the Brotherhood and will never disobey an order, but in truth she always does things as her heart says. If she’s given an order which doesn’t make sense in her mind and just screams “not right!” at her, she’ll do things her own way. The job will be done, but the contractor may be left displeased.

Her favorite season will always be spring, because with thaw comes warmth, longer days, first harvest of berries and mushrooms, prey comes out from hiding... With spring she can breathe easier, knowing that hungry winter is behind and for the next few months she’ll be busy hunting, gathering and exploring away from those pesky humans and their suffocating cities. Her favorite weather happens to be heavy rain in summer, when the sun is brightly shining from behind the clouds, whilst a wall of warm water falls from the sky, rejuvenating vegetation and washing away dust and sweat. On the other hand, she hates storms. Lightning and thunder were always scary, but in the middle of the woods at night? Absolute nightmare.

Kassie’s favorite food (and beverage) will always be milk. Just your simple milk straight from under a cow. Since most of her diet usually consists of roasted game, raw berries and an occasional fruit, the “normal people’s food” like bread, milk and soup are rare commodities in her life. A glass of warm milk is all it takes to make this lil’ elf a happy camper.

However, ever since becoming Lucien’s agent Kass developed a taste for apples, specifically those big red ones the Speaker always orders from Bretoni merchants. They’re big, sweet and juicy and most importantly they keep both her and her horses well fed.

Once she learned that everyone and their mother in the Brotherhood have their own postal pets, be it a bird, a bat or a magical construct, Kass didn’t hesitate to get her hands on her very own courier. After many hours spent walking about the animal market, she chose a small but witty flying fox, brought to Cyrodiil by poachers from the jungles of Elsweyr. She named her Chestnut.

After some phenomenal events in her life, Kass became heavily involved in Brother Martin’s life. Despite her constantly running back underground to deal with the Brotherhood’s problems, she and Martin became good friends. In fact, she was the only one the prince was not afraid to share his secrets with. At some point she even brought him the Rose of Sanguine so he could destroy it in his ritual and through this, symbolically, destroy his own dark past. He never forgot this gesture.

Kass is one of the few living people who knows that the last Septim did not die at the battle for the Imperial City. She made sure that nobody ever learns of what truly happened on that terrible night and provided Martin, who was no longer in possession of Dragon’s blood nor the Amulet of Kings, with quiet, safe and anonymous life somewhere in the meadows of the newly rebuild county of Kvatch. She’d visit him once every few months up until her journey to the Shivering Isles.

whoo boy, another long one, eh?

welp, y’all know the rules: if you made it to the end have a cookie and praise our Dark Lord while eating it C: