CHERI

i watched a whole lad of this puncey puncey fucking movie called cheri

coz i heard Anita Pallenberg was in it.
and coz im an insmoniac with bountiful downloads atm.

it was kinda interesting but overall, a shitty predictable love story and bout old courtesan who looked like a ginger botox fish and this kid with drugo eyes who thought he was king shit, a son of another courtesan, and he fell in love with the ginger botox fish courtesan, who was a friend of his mothers since he was born, and la la la,
within the first 20mins of the movie they are deeply in love, fucking.
weird graceful fucking too.

and then the KingShit Cheri's mum hooks him up with some chick and he has to leave fishface and get married. he doesnt like his young wife, and bumfucks her.

so he and fishface are all lovesick and shit, and so she tries to have younger affairs, and he checks out some old courtesans, but none are like ol fishafce, and eventually fishface realises she is a disgusting cougar.
CheriKingshit is still in love with what he remembers fishface as.

so they eventually reunite and are going to keep up the affair behind youngwifes back.
but then cheri realises shes an old naggy hag, and they cant be together.

he is still in love with her memory.

and so they part, hes still bumfucking his wife, and then he goes to war, survives,
comes back, realises the only woman he could ever love, is now an old bitchy hag, and they cant be together regardless, so he puts a bullet in his head.

ta da.

but yeah, anita was in it, and shes some old courtesan woman he meets when he's married and running away from his wife, mourning fishface.
they chat in a restaurant with another ol courtesan friend of his mothers, and then they go back to some apartment, where its like a classy 19thC drughouse and shes all serving cocaine and shit haha.
and cheri was like "mmm id tap that, you remind me a bit of fishface, you have pearls like her" and then hes all like, "ooh nice pearls" haha, but anitas like "oh, theyre fake" and then he storms off realising noone is like ol fishface, and even anita pallenberg isnt good enough for him apparently.
fucktard.

anyways, yeah, anita looked a bit scary...



the guy wasnt even hot. he was wayyyy to puncey, and a cockhead rich motherfucker.
and fishface looks like angelina jolie in fishform in sharktale.
i love sharktale.

heres another persons opinion on it:
"“Cheri’’ is based on a pair of novels by the French writer Colette, the first of which caused a scandal by turning the cliches of romantic fiction upside down. For one thing, Cheri is a man, a young and dissolute Parisian played with Pre-Raphaelite fragility by Rupert Friend. For another, his lover, Lea de Lonval (Pfeiffer), is several decades older than he. For a third, she’s a courtesan, recently retired. “Women who do what we do, no one else would understand,’’ Lea says. Well, yes, but we live vicariously through fiction. Colette knew that and so do movie producers.

Separated, Lea and Cheri maintain respective stiff yet wobbly upper lips. “Cheri’’ is a less tart story onscreen than on the page, and its keynote is pining. Pfeiffer and Friend each wilt in interesting ways, she with ladylike stoicism, he with brooding petulance, and Friend is a good enough actor to play to the thwarted little boy under the dashing young man.

All well and good, and nothing you haven’t seen in other movies where the characters tend to get upstaged by the drapery. What makes “Cheri’’ worth your while is that its true subjects are women and age, and its observations apply to both 19th-century France and the modern film industry. Like her character, Pfeiffer is a celebrated beauty on the far side of the curve, doomed by a Hollywood that, to quote “The First Wives Club,’’ thinks the three ages of women are babe, district attorney, and Miss Daisy.

The actress knows this. The proof’s in her performance, a surprisingly layered work of confidence, panic, acceptance, and vanity (both Pfeiffer’s and her character’s). Lea keeps looking at her hands as if expecting her skin to betray her; at times, Frears and his cinematographer Darius Khondji cruelly turn up the lights to accentuate the pallor and sag of Pfeiffer’s face. There’s an awareness, too, of the ways civilized society turns beauty into a commodity. “What am I worth to you?’’ Lea scornfully asks Cheri, and the question ripples right out past the screen.

The movie introduces a few old harlots who are grotesque parodies of Lea, the couple’s worst fears made flesh. None is as arresting as Anita Pallenberg, the bad-girl beauty of the British ’60s pop scene and now a withered beldame who resembles nothing so much as her onetime lover Keith Richards in drag. Cheri asks about her pearls. “They’re fake,’’ she gleefully croaks.

If the movie were better - less swoony, more relentless - it might be unbearable to watch. As it is, “Cheri’’ touches on the insecure egotism of courtesans and movie stars with a knowing firmness. Yes, Pfeiffer’s still one of the most beautiful women in the business, but what does that get you in a business addicted to youth? In the movie’s most harrowing image, she stares through the mirror of the camera lens into the audience itself. Does she want us to reflect back what she once was or what she will be? I’m not sure even Pfeiffer knows."
http://www.iorr.org/talk/read.php?1,1090874