Le blogue de Maxime Laperle

My Lord, it got a home, through and within the imagination of a young man in his early twenties and a small bunch of his own friends, developing his first short story, named Within the Woods which would have been the basis for the first Evil Dead movie. Many stories about it’s production were legendary, if you would believe every answer that Bruce Campbell would say about the films, in every Q & A session, he happens to do all over the country, including Canada. Yes, Canada isn’t actually spared from him. When we, more or less, think about it, it’s only because of the Evil Dead movies, that he does have a career in a definite way. Oddly enough, it’s only because of Raimi’s direction, that Campbell is able to give an adequate performance. Otherwise, Campbell is good in the trilogy, and he’s good in another horror/cop flick, during the 80’s, Maniac Cop , and for filmwise, it’s really about it. Later on, during the end of the 90’s, the only viable performance he’s ever done was in...

Finally ! I’ve finished the plaster scrapping of my hallway and I must say, that I’m drenching with sweat from every possible tiny detail that came from that small little renovation job. Of course, it was insufferably boring, and not even Madam Stevie Nicks could help with the tedious boredom while she was singing her heart and lungs out through the ear muffs of my IPod (Well, okay, she did help somewhat, Let’s just say that I Can’t Wait , is a song that help me be more patient.) Until then, I’ve completely finsished the scrapping part, now comes the sanding of the entire hallway which is also boring, tedious and excruciating that is if you’re an intellectual like me. If you’re a man in construction, you’d be doing this unflinchingly, and you wouldn’t bitch, whine and complain like I do. Aftewards on that small chore, I sat down and watched Small Soldiers, which is my first terrible Joe Dante film, even if it means that it was more or less well-directed. And you still know that it’s...

Well, I was pretty much stuck doing some plaster scrapping in my own hall, when I had in my ears every possible Stevie Nicks song blaring away through my IPod : Stand Back, Landslide, Edge of Seventeen, Talk to Me, I Can’t Wait , Gold Dust Woman, Crash into Me. If I wasn’t listening to some music, it would have made scrapping my wall from stuckout and plaster, completely unbearable, and filled with insufferable tedium. For a good thing, I wasn’t already sweating buckets, but just a lot from my forehead. My roomate handed me a small handkierchef to tie over my nose and mouth, while thanking her, I was almost finishing one section of my hall and decided to call it quits for today. On Sunday, I’ll be doing the stucco around the door frame. Which would only bring us to my review of Innerspace , another Joe Dante sci-fi classic since The Howling that I last reviewed, and made more of a recommendation than a complete review. Innerspace, is a lot like another science-fiction made by Ri...

À la suite d’avoir parcouru les articles du Voir.ca , de tous ses chroniqueurs, concernant ce chiffre damné du 47% pour le taux d’analphabétisation, on ne peut davantage suffoquer d’indignation. En tant qu’auteur et critique, je me demande que s’est-il passé au juste pour détenir un pourcentage si colossal, représentant en somme la noirceur de l’esprit pour la moitié de notre population, la moitié de nous-mêmes ? Lorsque l’on est illettré, c’est littéralement cela, on reste dans un vide de l’esprit étanche et quelquefois irréparable. On ne sait trop rien de comment le monde fonctionne véritablement. Alors, on reste un prisonnier dans l’immondice d’une petite cellule qui nous agenouille à tout jamais. Le fait d’être illettré, c’est cela et non je ne pourrais exagérer en rien. Tout ce que l’on comprend sommairement, sont les images et le son. Rien de plus. Entre 16 et 45 ans, comment peut-on se laisser aller à nos difficultés apprentissage ? Pourquoi serait-on irresponsable pour traiter...

Bon, je crois être écoeuré d’écrire en Anglais pour vraiment longtemps. Oui, je sais que cela donne au blogue, un caractère un peu schizophrène linguistique, faire le changement de l’Anglais au Français et vice-versa. C’est tout de même assez déstabilisant. De plus, je ne trouve plus quoi vraiment de matière, pour m’inspirer à faire des chroniques, dû à la surcharge de travaux anglais que je fais, que ce soit le roman Donner , ou les critiques anglaises. Je crois que tout le monde se posait véritablement la question : «Pourquoi j’écris dorénavant mes critiques en Anglais ? Le Français écrit est devenu trop dur pour lui ? Y’a juste un recoin de son cerveau qui fonctionne en Anglais et le reste plus rien ? Y’a une mode de pensée anglaise ? » Bref, presque tout le monde se posait les questions suivantes à l'égard de mes critiques de cinéma. Le Web dans sa majorité se produit dans la langue anglaise comme langue dominante, ou deuxième langue dominante. Ce n’est pas malheureux pour le...

Quite a long time ago, ever since I was doing these film reviews on this blog, I couldn’t help but realise that they are wonderful contempary plays that are being written. I can include French authors, along with John Patrick Shanley, the author of Pullitzer prize winning play Doubt .But right now, after seeing Monsieur Lazhar , I was astonished by the film’s sobriety and compelling and sound performances, through Falardeau’s still documentaristic screenwriting. Anything about this film makes anything in it to stand out, and almost to me, it’s a mesmerizing and contempary Canadian masterpiece, by a young master of cinema-vérité. It deals with force and power, the suicide of a schoolteacher who wanted to die in the most hurtful way possible, and that is in her own classroom, while the children were in recess. The whole action takes place in a small elementary school somewhere in Montreal, where every little class is a small Model U.N, many children from many countries, and all Cana...

Well, I’ve finally done it this time evenly, I finished my small maze videogame that took me almost to forever to make, it’s really why you haven’t seen me in roughly three weeks on this blog. But heck, I try to make my existence known here someway or somehow. So to put things into perspective, to ease off some pressure or stress, I decided to watch a great horror flick, directed by Joe Dante, The Howling, who also made Gremlins, Gremlins II, Innerspace and Small Soldiers . Great movies, if I do say so myself, especially Innerspace , it’s a movie with Martin Short that simply has it all, a great concept and great premise. Now I’m just dying to see another release of a Joe Dante sci-fi epic in the works. And now, I was viewing an 80’s classic, and it transpires everything about the 80’s because it has Dee Wallace-Stone in it, a phenomenal actress that has made most of her career in horror chillers and science-fiction films. Maybe it’s both the genres that she likes, or the direct...

Now aside from the fact that I’ve lost a day of work, that could have been used for the programming and designing of my Virtools maze game, which is very rudimentary. Well in my case, the maze is made out of plywood and gyproc texture, for every wall in the maze, (yeah I wasn’t amazingly inspired). As for gameplay, I only wanted to make a Pac-Man for idiots. I’m not using Unity yet, but right now I’m having every sort of problem of doing the simplest collision management tasks in scripts, and the online reference doesn’t happen to work either. In a way, I’m trying to do a collision detection on a skin character with an object, the object is itself a switch. Well anyway, I needed to unwind because programming games sure knows how to be a strain on the mind, even if you need to be slightly alert to judge your tasks that you gave in the “building blocks”. So this huge collosal stinker of a Rick Sloane epic, would probably show me the light of hubris, which relaxes me a lot. Luckily ...

I actually viewed this, on a strike day at the college where I was. Yeah, you know I’m still an eternal student of everything, especially for computers and the web, and computers, and what not. Every class lecture was suspended, until due notice. Otherwise, I could have decided to go into the building, and finish some dire school work, that I really need to put on the rails. Sometimes, I pressure myself to do it, because I just feel the need to get things done, and to get anything done, any wich way I can. In the best of possible worlds, what I surely needed was a comedy when I was stuck back home doing pretty much close to nothing, being the fact that I got an email saying that the school was closed. Well that’s certainly it, the entire world of students is infuriated to kingdom come. Everyone feels that they’re in dire straits, and the bad times are only getting worse. Christ someone should make a documentary about this, and it doesn’t need to be Michael Moore. Give some other gu...

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Now, upon seeing it at the theater, I was more or less feeling for a Die Hard film, with a comedic touch. And it’s more or less of what I originally envisioned, because in the action part, there’s not a lot of suspense that goes along with it. The action part of this film, is rather subdued, only to emphasise more on the comedy. The only action and suspense is it’s plot and nothing else, while the entire performances of thi comedic stellar cast, is actually hillarious. Although, to give this film a certain credit, Brett Ratner specializes himself in action-comedies, making him a cross between John Woo and Judd Apatow, and you’d probably get Brett Ratner, minus the gross-out humour. Also, to put more into context, this is a film that is made during the time of the nationwide Occupy movement, in which people happen to live and camp out in the streets, in every major city in North America in the protest of today’s crippling economy and the financial affairs of state, could it be Mont...

Bon voilà une chronique, en passablement très longtemps, depuis que je me tue à faire de la littérature, et de la collaboration transatlantique sur un scénario de court-métrage, ainsi que de la critique. Depuis un certain temps, les lecteurs ont dû remarquer, que je ne me donnais plus vraiment la peine de laisser les gens commenter dans une section des commentaires, au bas des articles. Auparavant, ce n’était qu’un simple oubli, qui s’est échelonné en une négligence gratuite de ma part, et d’autant plus, je ressentais de moins en moins de curiosité à ce que les gens, comme lecteurs lambdas, pouvaient songer en lisant le blogue, mais véritablement, je m'en foutais pas mal. J’ai décidé de laisser faire la section des commentaires, et mon blogue est devenu beaucoup plus “hygiénique” ou “propre”, puisque les internautes d’aujourd’hui se croient tout permit dans la grande mesure du n’importe quoi. Selon moi, lorsque je constatais la section des commentaires pour des webzines ou des ...