The I-Land sur #Netflix : perdus entre Lost et Koh Lanta

Un survival raté 

Disponible dès ce 12 septembre sur la plateforme Netflix : la mini-série inédite The I-Land (7 épisodes). 

Bande-annonce en version originale sous-titrée ci-dessous.

Choisi… testé… ce groupe d'étrangers ne va pas tarder à découvrir la face cachée du paradis.

Dix personnes se réveillent sur une île insidieuse sans plus savoir ni qui elles sont ni comment elles sont arrivées là. Entreprenant un long périple pour retrouver leur chemin, elles découvrent bientôt que ce nouveau monde est trompeur. Confrontées aux périls physiques et psychologiques extrêmes que leur impose l'île, elles vont devoir se surpasser pour survivre... et mourir si elles ne sont pas à la hauteur.

La pétasse de service tout droit sortie d'une série pour collégiennes 

Critique : expédié (tourné à la Quick & Dirty)

La part de mystère est carrément faible et les ficelles de l'intrigue sont grosses et prévisibles. On se doute que les personnages ne sont pas arrivés sur l'île par hasard et on devine aisément quelle est la véritable nature de ces protagonistes, par ailleurs très clichés, et surtout quel "twist" nous attend. On apprend qu'ils sont en réalité des prisonniers choisis pour des tests virtuels. Donc vous pouvez passer votre chemin ! REvoir LOST avec la superbe Evangéline Lilly c'est peut-être la meilleure chose à faire !

Et Pour le cliché, mieux vaut se tourner vers l'original sur Instagram qui rend hommage au grand photographe Peter Lindberg

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I just found out this morning that #peterlindbergh died. So rarely do I feel any connection to celebrity deaths, but I shot with Peter Lindbergh once. In #Antigua. I was young, twenty-nine, and I was at odds with everything in my life. Especially my #fame. Especially my career. Today, Peter’s death has a particular pang because it represents lost (pun fully intended) opportunities in my life. I have so much pain surrounding my body as a sexual object. While being desired feels good, it also feels limiting to have every organ and every cell in my body be regarded as nothing more than a tool for the pleasure of another. I worked with Peter on a fragrance campaign. I didn’t want to be there. I didn’t want to be there, wet, in the ocean, in a bathing suit, seducing a camera. I did it for the money. And as a result, despite all of the accolades he came with, Peter, the photographer, was the enemy. I would not relax and allow myself to experience what I have now heard from woman, after woman, after woman...the kind, soft, talented, insightful, wise, inspiring, truly magnificent human being that was Peter Lindbergh. I missed that. Peter is a legendary photographer. Will go down as one of the best of all time. And I am one of the lucky few who got to be photographed by him. And I missed it. I didn’t show up to that party. I missed the opportunity to have a special man show me the other side of our industry, the side that is artful, connected, classy and mature, and maybe even show me another side of myself. I wasn’t open to be blessed and so I missed the blessing of spending a few days in the company of a legend. Instead, I stuck to my fear, I stuck to my anger and I remained guarded through the whole experience. I feel very sad today, knowing that Peter is gone. I think I’d recently come to wonder if I’d ever be fortunate enough to shoot with him again, only this time as a mature woman who would be able to meet his eye and receive. That won’t ever happen now. Despite all my armour, I remember Peter to have been all the things his reputation states - he was lovely and solid, kind and sure, classy and respectful, easy and talented. I mourn his passing today. 💧

Une publication partagée par Evangeline Lilly (@evangelinelillyofficial) le 9 Sept. 2019 à 11 :12 PDT