How quickly the weekend slips away. A night out at Mick O'Shea's broke the two-day hiatus in half and sank it like a doomed cruise ship straight to the bottom; now I'm back at work on Sunday wondering where Friday and Saturday went.
Had Netflix yesterday:
I liked Anderson's previous work, most particularly
which I've seen about 8 times. His other
I thought was OK--one time was enough for me.
Punch-Drunk Love took me over a year to get around to; I must admit it was the Adam Sandler factor. I've never been able to sit through a film with Sandler before (tho I liked him on SNL sometimes). His performance here is damn good, and better than all the "sensitive" and "sophisticated" and "remarkable" Jim Carrey performances by far. The script is taut, poignant, and builds up its strange tensions and surreal effects quickly and beautifully--perhaps the most remarkable thing about the film is that it's half the length of Anderson's other work. He's pared down the narrative twists and Charlie Kaufmannesque strangeness to the bare minimum required; as Sandler's Barry Eagen character tries to form a human connection with a phonesex scam artist, I found myself squirming in discomfort for the poor guy, and dreading what was to come. The film has the same sort of implied critique of the strip-mall/product-placement/wage-slave world of other recent films
[for example
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but with a romantic rather than a melancholic twist. One Hour Photo was hopeless in its angst, this film is grim and melancholy, but some semblance of spirit and dignity survive.
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Howdy! I have not seen any of those films, but I am glad you have posted again about theater because I wanted to ask you if you have ever seen this film:
http://www.unilibro.it/find_buy/product.asp?sku=720935
No--I read lots of reviews of an earlier Asterix flick with Depardieu, and not a single one of them had ANYTHING positive to say. Add Bernigni to the mix and that calls for staying even further away.
Read "MS Found in a Bottle" twice last week at work. Fucking awesome. Not sure what it "means" yet (if anything), but I'm drawn to the story in much the same way the black boat of obscure origin is drawn into a forbidding and tempestuous polar doom.
Yeah, but didn't you have a thing for that actress? Aw c'mon the 2nd most popular film in France must be sort of entertaining!!! Better than Pinocchio I bet!
Regarding M.S.--I wasn't wondering so much as what it's about but some of his descriptions of the oceanic phenomena are difficult for me to grasp--is he describing huge tsunami, or devesating trenches? I like to think there is no point other than to disturb me--or make light of German moralist writers.
Waves of such immense height as to create trenches of the most appalling depths--I remember he said one wave was so high that the chasm between it and the next was deep enough that kraken were visible.
Now THAT's some deep trench.
I liked Latitia Casta or whatever as a model, but I've never seen a film with her in it.
I did download some MPEGs FROM those films, however....
Wait you have MPEGS from the Asterix film, or just of latityeah?
I thought they were waves, but that stuff is crazy. It's so short, the guy is just like doo do doo on a voyage--hey some weird sky BAM shit happens. Could be the end of the world but SOMEONE gets the M.S. Maybe his idea of how the south pole is, wonder how far explorers had gotten in his time...
Hey what kind of a word is "devesating"? Must have gorged on too many deviled egg costumes last night at Spirit, the Cockeysville Halloween Superstore.
Hey what kind of a word is "devesating"? Must have gorged on too many deviled egg costumes last night at Spirit, the Cockeysville Halloween Superstore.
I just had some latittya MPEGS from some sexy B movie she was in. Whatever.
So far as I know Antarctica was very mysterious (at least during modern times) until the late 19th/early 20th centuries. The Russians and English both "discovered" the continent by sight in 1820, and a few guys landed there, but there was no exploration until much later. Poe's fevered dream would've been at a time of intense speculation about the place.
I think Poe again is portraying the tortured Artist who in lieu of work occasionally hits the bottle or the pipe, and is thereby doomed by appetite instead of elevated by his work. Some quests are better left unstarted.
Spelling and grammatical errors, no matter how devastating/devestating, are completely at home here. I never even go back and edit mine, and there are many.
In my case, hit the internet.
In mine, the bottle, the pipe, and THEN the internet.
This gives away something about Punch - the crash near the very beginning.....GREAT!
Ahh, the angst of an O'Shea's night and a weekend schedule-- so good, and yet so frustrating. I hated going Saturday nights. No one ever seemed to understand they were my Sundays.
I remember very little of the whole of Punch Drunk Love, but I remember snippets now and then. I remember being pretty squicked out by the emotional turmoil of it, though.
Weird the way O'Shea's--though I had a lot of fun--blasted a deep wound into my weekend. Staying out late, drinking, and sleeping in too late as a result simply ate up all my liesure time. bah!
As for PDL, it definitely made me squirm in discomfort several times.
Flea here again:
I totally missed the Boogie Nights reference. I HATED that movie. I don't think it's 'cause I'm a prude. I just didn't give two shits about what happened to any of the characters and was bored by the idea that I should be shocked because it was about porn and drugs or whatever.
I almost entirely agree about Boogie Nights; I rated it OK instead of bad based on some good performances (Julianne Moore, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Bill Macy, that creepy Burt Reynolds, and of course John C. Reilly [who now stars in every film made]). Oh, and Heather Graham's awful performance, which was perfect pitch for a porn actress. But the story was labored and insipid, the characters all hateful, and if you're going to watch a movie about porn, why not just watch porn?
Shit--don't tell that to John Waters!!!
I meant unless it has Tracy Ullman in it.
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