Atom Egoyan's masterpiece, “The Sweet Hereafter”, is about a small town and is a must see for everyone. The story and the characters ring true in this film more than any other. It is hard to believe any aspect is created. This is good story telling at its best.
Egoyan's genius reveals itself in any number of scenes but most memorable are the reciting of the poem an the discussions with the grief-stricken parents. On the verge of melodramatic soap operatics the people respond in such human manners that we want to laugh and cry at the same time. We feel what they feel. This is not simply the writing and directing but the acting as well. You want to hear them speak. You want to relate. You want to feel. You want to live. You aren't alone in this.
A lawyer travels to a town to represent the anger of parents who used to have children. This lawyer is righteous. This lawyer is almost Abraham. The lawyer is a hardass who doesn't like people getting screwed around, who has a chip on his shoulder and believes there are no such things as accidents. The lawyer takes on the burden of moral responsibility. His motivation, however, is questionable.
He is on a crusade to punish anyone who does not do their job with integrity. His crusade is personal though. His own daughter is a drug addict whom he has disowned. Are we to consider it noble for him to launch a crusade against people who remind him of himself? He did his best with his daughter and failed.
This is what we do to ourselves though. We grow to hate and despise what we used to be. When we see something bad in another person it is usually something that we have been before, this is how we recognize it so well. It is human nature to do these things, as well a to harp on our failures ignoring our successes. No matter how large a success or how many we are haunted by failures and, more importantly, we haunt ourselves with our failures.
Should this lawyer's motivation be brought into question? If one is doing what is right, who really cares if it's personal? It is still very interesting to watch him try and purge his demons from other people.
The story includes a reading from Robert Browning's “The Pied Piper of Hamelin”, which is a wonderful poem. An analysis of that poem and this movie can go hand in hand. Retribution and punishment through the taking away of that which is most precious to people, the children. The future.
The future cannot exist when children are taken away from us. The future cannot last when the people have become the rats, when the infestation is within ourselves and the solution isn't as simple as piping them out and sending them off. The future cannot last when the idea of a community and helping one another involves weighing safety of children against insurance settlements. Were truth and money collide. The future does not last forever, and yet, it does, whether here or the sweet hereafter, it continues.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
A Good Story
When I say something is a good story I mean it. That is one of the highest compliments a story will ever receive from me. Into The Wild is one of those stories.
This is what a tragedy is. The story is about one young man bringing about his own absolute destruction. Driven by whatever it is within us that drives us to do what we do, this young man sets out on journeys we only hear of, read about, but never actually live.
There is something touching about a person who does what we do not have the courage or desire to, to think what is right. There is something touching about a young man whose dream comes true, only to realize that everything has a price. This something makes us happy and sad at the same time.
Our main character is in search of happiness. He is too intelligent for his own good. He gives up all that he knows to embark on a journey driven by the passion he can only share with literature. In his search for what human beings should be he enters into isolation. He pays the ultimate price for his lesson. This is a good story, this is what stories should be.
His lesson, his message to us, what he learned so we do not have to is this:
"Happiness only real when shared".
This is what a tragedy is. The story is about one young man bringing about his own absolute destruction. Driven by whatever it is within us that drives us to do what we do, this young man sets out on journeys we only hear of, read about, but never actually live.
There is something touching about a person who does what we do not have the courage or desire to, to think what is right. There is something touching about a young man whose dream comes true, only to realize that everything has a price. This something makes us happy and sad at the same time.
Our main character is in search of happiness. He is too intelligent for his own good. He gives up all that he knows to embark on a journey driven by the passion he can only share with literature. In his search for what human beings should be he enters into isolation. He pays the ultimate price for his lesson. This is a good story, this is what stories should be.
His lesson, his message to us, what he learned so we do not have to is this:
"Happiness only real when shared".
There Will Be Comedy and Genius
There Will be Blood is a wonderful experience. The main character Daniel is an absolute monster, an absolute genius, but most importantly, everything you need to be to survive. I was never around in the frontier days but I am certain that girly-mens never made it very far.
Our hero, our monster, is one the most ruthless businessmen you will ever meet and one of the most ruthless people you should hope never to meet. The movie is his journey to the top, the very top, and it catalogs every bloody detail of his adventure. He likes no one and uses everyone.
His response to what he deems insulting arrives in the form of a death-threat and he constantly reminds you what he's going to do to you, in case you forgot. The movie is tragicomedy. It is the middle to late life of one man and all that he does. Its sad and its ridiculously funny.
Watch this movie, maybe you'll learn something about life. Or at the very least you'll laugh, I hope.
Our hero, our monster, is one the most ruthless businessmen you will ever meet and one of the most ruthless people you should hope never to meet. The movie is his journey to the top, the very top, and it catalogs every bloody detail of his adventure. He likes no one and uses everyone.
His response to what he deems insulting arrives in the form of a death-threat and he constantly reminds you what he's going to do to you, in case you forgot. The movie is tragicomedy. It is the middle to late life of one man and all that he does. Its sad and its ridiculously funny.
Watch this movie, maybe you'll learn something about life. Or at the very least you'll laugh, I hope.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Dead Silence, or, The Creepy Dolls and the Creepy Old Lady whose Hand is up Their Asses
Dead Silence is nothing if not entertaining. I mean that. The movie is worth watching only if you enjoy bad movies.
The plot. A little old lady, who does not live in a shoe, has no children and only dolls. And then one day a boy makes fun of her because he can see her lips moving so the doll, a ventriloquist doll, must righteously prove its existence by throwing a temper tantrum, as little boys are wont to do. Then she calls the boy a dummy by asking a rhetorical question. Then the boy goes missing, then the fathers of the town freak out and they murder her and she's buried and now what, you may ask? After all this, what could come next? It follows logically that the old woman lives on through the dolls and whenever you see her and scream she rips your tongue out. Anyway, this is where the movie starts. And ends I guess because you've seen this kind of movie an hundred times.
What separates this movie from all the others is the creepy fascination with dolls and real life. I'm sure we could get into a discussion on, say, dolls mimicking life and humans trying to mimic the perfect little dolls, but I'm not Salman Rushide. If you've ever thought clowns were creepy and thought dolls also were creepy then this movie is for you to watch. Creepy, creepy, creepy.
The twist at the end is worth the wait. Its not that long a movie. Its passable the whole way. So go ahead and watch this movie on your light fantastic toe. Laugh at this movie, its clever.
The plot. A little old lady, who does not live in a shoe, has no children and only dolls. And then one day a boy makes fun of her because he can see her lips moving so the doll, a ventriloquist doll, must righteously prove its existence by throwing a temper tantrum, as little boys are wont to do. Then she calls the boy a dummy by asking a rhetorical question. Then the boy goes missing, then the fathers of the town freak out and they murder her and she's buried and now what, you may ask? After all this, what could come next? It follows logically that the old woman lives on through the dolls and whenever you see her and scream she rips your tongue out. Anyway, this is where the movie starts. And ends I guess because you've seen this kind of movie an hundred times.
What separates this movie from all the others is the creepy fascination with dolls and real life. I'm sure we could get into a discussion on, say, dolls mimicking life and humans trying to mimic the perfect little dolls, but I'm not Salman Rushide. If you've ever thought clowns were creepy and thought dolls also were creepy then this movie is for you to watch. Creepy, creepy, creepy.
The twist at the end is worth the wait. Its not that long a movie. Its passable the whole way. So go ahead and watch this movie on your light fantastic toe. Laugh at this movie, its clever.
Friday, April 4, 2008
An Orgy for the Ears and Eyes
Across the Universe is a great little story. There are flashy lights and wonderful songs. That's all you need to know. It is beautiful to see but the story-line felt like someone took a few dozen songs they really liked and tied them all together. What's wrong with this technique? Nothing. Check this out and if you know anyone who has acid maybe drop some right in the middle of the movie, it will probably help.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Lamberto Bava and One of the Shockers to Shock the 80's
A Blade in the Dark is a movie about making a movie. More specifically, it is a movie about composing music for a movie. Lamberto Bava is a gorgeous maniac and Bava really wants to share this maniacal vision with you. Art and Life are entangled and if you want to untangle this web you do so at your own risk.
Boys will be boys and sometimes its ok to be called a female, say, for instance, when you have to go down a dark flight of stairs to chase a baseball to prove the degree of male-itude you possess and all you hear is your own heart-rate pulsing as you slowly walk down the corridor.
I'd say that's a good time to throw in the cards and consider yourself a girl. Movies about movies can give us a different sort of appreciation for movies and movie-making. We as an audience have so much more we can think about when the movie we are watching is a thriller about making a thriller movie.
The director on-stage can come and tell us exactly what is about to happen and why, including what the genre-specific techniques are, and its justified. I guess this can be a sort of cop-out but if its done well then something about it is attractive. It become a movie that tells us what to expect and why, and then it still creeps the hell out of you.
The plot is simple but the movie is creepy. What we have here is a music-composer who needs to compose some music for an upcoming movie. He isolates himself in a large and creepy house, intentionally reminiscent of the movie which is being shot, and all sorts of fun and weird things start happening to him.
Is it the doing of the director, the character's boss who has approved of his isolated location, or is it the doing of the creepy grounds-keeper? Or is it worse? Or simply more amusing?
Watch this movie and laugh and enjoy it. Lamberto Bava takes you on a wild ride which would have been all the more wild in the 80's yet still holds merit today. One of the death's is the most artistic murder I've ever encountered, I'll let you guess which one.
Boys will be boys and sometimes its ok to be called a female, say, for instance, when you have to go down a dark flight of stairs to chase a baseball to prove the degree of male-itude you possess and all you hear is your own heart-rate pulsing as you slowly walk down the corridor.
I'd say that's a good time to throw in the cards and consider yourself a girl. Movies about movies can give us a different sort of appreciation for movies and movie-making. We as an audience have so much more we can think about when the movie we are watching is a thriller about making a thriller movie.
The director on-stage can come and tell us exactly what is about to happen and why, including what the genre-specific techniques are, and its justified. I guess this can be a sort of cop-out but if its done well then something about it is attractive. It become a movie that tells us what to expect and why, and then it still creeps the hell out of you.
The plot is simple but the movie is creepy. What we have here is a music-composer who needs to compose some music for an upcoming movie. He isolates himself in a large and creepy house, intentionally reminiscent of the movie which is being shot, and all sorts of fun and weird things start happening to him.
Is it the doing of the director, the character's boss who has approved of his isolated location, or is it the doing of the creepy grounds-keeper? Or is it worse? Or simply more amusing?
Watch this movie and laugh and enjoy it. Lamberto Bava takes you on a wild ride which would have been all the more wild in the 80's yet still holds merit today. One of the death's is the most artistic murder I've ever encountered, I'll let you guess which one.
A Little Bit of Space Can Go A Long Way, So Sayeth Mickey Rourke, and It Was Good
If you've ever thought you were cool and later found out that you weren't, you're probably part of an S. E. Hinton story, like Rumble Fish. If you've ever been fascinated or preoccupied with fish then you can compare yourself to Mickey Rourke. If you've ever been able to solve one of the many riddles of adolescence and (in)humanity with a trip to California then many visits to a pet store, you were probably looking at fighting fish.
This movie is a beautiful little gem. It is black and white except for the cute little fish, fish that kill each other, fish that kill themselves fighting their own reflections. The movie has a solid foundation on one simple idea: if the fish had enough room to live they would not fight.
Teenage angst meets smoking, drinking, sex and Dennis Hopper in this movie. Matt Dillon is the younger brother of the Motorcycle Boy (Mickey Rourke) who is struggling to be as cool as his older brother.
The younger brother is Rusty James. He smokes, sometimes stealing cigarettes from his girl-friend's mother, he drinks, like his father, played by Dennis Hopper, and he has sex with Diane Lane. Crazy kids. Being a teenager can seem tough when you're growing up. Being an adult is even tougher.
The only real difference? Learning to deal with it and mature. If not, you're just an aged teenager, which, sadly I know, doesn't work the same as cheese or wine.
This movie is a beautiful little gem. It is black and white except for the cute little fish, fish that kill each other, fish that kill themselves fighting their own reflections. The movie has a solid foundation on one simple idea: if the fish had enough room to live they would not fight.
Teenage angst meets smoking, drinking, sex and Dennis Hopper in this movie. Matt Dillon is the younger brother of the Motorcycle Boy (Mickey Rourke) who is struggling to be as cool as his older brother.
The younger brother is Rusty James. He smokes, sometimes stealing cigarettes from his girl-friend's mother, he drinks, like his father, played by Dennis Hopper, and he has sex with Diane Lane. Crazy kids. Being a teenager can seem tough when you're growing up. Being an adult is even tougher.
The only real difference? Learning to deal with it and mature. If not, you're just an aged teenager, which, sadly I know, doesn't work the same as cheese or wine.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Limitless Passion and the Human Word for it: Love
Asylum is an excellent and beautiful portrayal of the evil things humans are capable of. It is a love story...of sorts.
It is the love story between the wife who married the asshole doctor, who then meets a patient in the psychiatric ward whom she falls in love with. Then has a torrid affair with. Then leaves her family to be with him when he escapes. Then, then, then...she doesn't even care that he murdered and mutilated his wife and that's how he ended up in the asylum in the first place.
That's what we call unconditional love. The love that would make you leave your family; the love that makes you do dumb things. Love sounds quite terrible.
Ian McKellan is the most evil character you will ever encounter. His fascination with passion knows no boundaries and for the small price of audience's respect he becomes immortalized as an absolute genius.
There is not one single healthy relationship in this entire movie. The marriages which don't included murder, the relationships which don't include spousal abuse, are full of boring bourgeois servitude, paltry dinner talk, and zero understanding of the concept of self-respect.
Passion and love are free to do as they please in this movie. If anyone tells you they love you...be afraid, be very afraid. Watch this movie and smile. This movie is satisfaction.
It is the love story between the wife who married the asshole doctor, who then meets a patient in the psychiatric ward whom she falls in love with. Then has a torrid affair with. Then leaves her family to be with him when he escapes. Then, then, then...she doesn't even care that he murdered and mutilated his wife and that's how he ended up in the asylum in the first place.
That's what we call unconditional love. The love that would make you leave your family; the love that makes you do dumb things. Love sounds quite terrible.
Ian McKellan is the most evil character you will ever encounter. His fascination with passion knows no boundaries and for the small price of audience's respect he becomes immortalized as an absolute genius.
There is not one single healthy relationship in this entire movie. The marriages which don't included murder, the relationships which don't include spousal abuse, are full of boring bourgeois servitude, paltry dinner talk, and zero understanding of the concept of self-respect.
Passion and love are free to do as they please in this movie. If anyone tells you they love you...be afraid, be very afraid. Watch this movie and smile. This movie is satisfaction.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Have They Got Halloween in Canda?
That's a quote from the movie Riding the Bullet. It sums up the entire movie.
The main character is a lonely and depressed teenager angster. He is an aspiring artist. The art teacher is great. The art is exactly what you would expect from angsters, terrible with a touch of creepy.
I mean, who hasn't gotten drunk off Jack Daniels whilst sitting in your bath-tub on your birthday soaking in your own teenage angst self-pity and then contemplated suicide out of mere curiosity. Then had death visit in his dark robe and his sinister voice and syphilis face!
“Grit your teeth and cut...show them...they don't appreciate you...cut...cut...cut...cut” - No, seriously, that's straight from the movie. What a riot, I hate teenagers. At least his girlfriend has the balls to tell him that suicide is selfish and he's being a baby.
Did I mention that he has another version of himself that follows him around and tells him when he's being a dick? Well he does. And its a sure-fire way to work your angsterism out – create a physical manifestation of your partially-developed super-ego. Wonderful. Two versions of the same angster in the same place and time. Do physics, science, time-travel and Jean-Claude Van Damme allow such things? Blasphemy. Just one more person to call him a baby as far as I'm concerned.
The movie is a pilgrimage to the hospital where the main character's mother has had a stroke. He needs to choose between who dies, his mother or him. The best thing about the entire movie is the guy he finally rides with. This character is a riot and he's played by none other than David Arquette. We'll end on that positive note because the short story is excellent and the movie is passable. Hop along on Arquette's trip, its a fun one.
“Nobody lives forever but we all shine on.”
The main character is a lonely and depressed teenager angster. He is an aspiring artist. The art teacher is great. The art is exactly what you would expect from angsters, terrible with a touch of creepy.
I mean, who hasn't gotten drunk off Jack Daniels whilst sitting in your bath-tub on your birthday soaking in your own teenage angst self-pity and then contemplated suicide out of mere curiosity. Then had death visit in his dark robe and his sinister voice and syphilis face!
“Grit your teeth and cut...show them...they don't appreciate you...cut...cut...cut...cut” - No, seriously, that's straight from the movie. What a riot, I hate teenagers. At least his girlfriend has the balls to tell him that suicide is selfish and he's being a baby.
Did I mention that he has another version of himself that follows him around and tells him when he's being a dick? Well he does. And its a sure-fire way to work your angsterism out – create a physical manifestation of your partially-developed super-ego. Wonderful. Two versions of the same angster in the same place and time. Do physics, science, time-travel and Jean-Claude Van Damme allow such things? Blasphemy. Just one more person to call him a baby as far as I'm concerned.
The movie is a pilgrimage to the hospital where the main character's mother has had a stroke. He needs to choose between who dies, his mother or him. The best thing about the entire movie is the guy he finally rides with. This character is a riot and he's played by none other than David Arquette. We'll end on that positive note because the short story is excellent and the movie is passable. Hop along on Arquette's trip, its a fun one.
“Nobody lives forever but we all shine on.”
Clever Movies and Bad Actors
The Killing Floor is one of the finest written screenplays I've encountered in rented DVD's in the past few months. The movie tries to be The Usual Suspects but isn't. It also tries to be Saw but succeeds only in using the Saw theme song.
This movie plays with your head and makes you feel stupid. It does this by playing with the main character's head and demonstrating how stupid he is. If you want to feel stupid, watch this movie.
If you want to be mildly entertained by a story that keeps your attention long enough for the script to run through, watch this movie.
If you want to see some bad actors making valiant attempts at screen-acting, watch this movie.
If I only had one word to talk about this movie it would be: Clever.
The story is about a guy who buys a new apartment that is larger than a house and he starts getting mail which leads him to believe that people have died in his apartment before and there is a cover up. The guy starts trying to solve the mystery. Anyway, the guy gets screwed around and we get screwed around and...and...
Its all very clever.
This movie plays with your head and makes you feel stupid. It does this by playing with the main character's head and demonstrating how stupid he is. If you want to feel stupid, watch this movie.
If you want to be mildly entertained by a story that keeps your attention long enough for the script to run through, watch this movie.
If you want to see some bad actors making valiant attempts at screen-acting, watch this movie.
If I only had one word to talk about this movie it would be: Clever.
The story is about a guy who buys a new apartment that is larger than a house and he starts getting mail which leads him to believe that people have died in his apartment before and there is a cover up. The guy starts trying to solve the mystery. Anyway, the guy gets screwed around and we get screwed around and...and...
Its all very clever.
The Avenger, starring Sam Elliot
Sam Elliot as Frederick Forsythe's bad-ass-for-hire who seeks Justice at any cost. Need I say more?
When Wes Craven Writes Bad Characters He Thinks of North Amercian Indians
The Hills Have Eyes, Wes Craven's original, has one of the finest opening music scores. I don't what it is about banjos or gee-tars that makes you realize just how hick and in-bred white-trash something really is, but it does it alright and this movie's introduction score is trash through and through.
The movie is exactly what you would expect from Wes Craven; creepy idea, bad-to-mediocre dialogue, terrible acting and a really nasty mustache.
The mustache belongs to a weird democrat who wears short shorts. The terrible acting is a group effort which works wonderfully. The bad-to-mediocre dialogue is the sole responsibility of Wes himself. At least the idea is creepy enough to keep your attention.
Desert. Nuclear testing grounds. A retired police man who hates 'niggers', 'hill-billies' who throw dogs off of rooftops, and his wife. Did I mention the gross humanoid creatures in the hill that grunt and grunt and grunt? Well, they top the whole story off as a nice bitter, rotten cherry.
There is a religious factor to the story. This factor interacts with the human factor. The family prays to God to keep them safe while they unknowingly trespass on the land of the forgotten, the land of people who a loving God would never let exist. Wes doesn't let you focus solely on this but he puts it there and lets you cook it on the back of your brain, he even crucifies a character in a roundabout way.
All the forgotten people seem to dress like Indians. They also talk like Indians. If Wes Craven ever met a Native man who's seen this movie I expect that Native man to kick him in the balls. I've met quite a few Indians and they certainly aren't the result of exposure to nuclear testing, nor are they all descendants of the once great and holy land Chernobyl.
Wes craven is a master of horror. There is no question about his place in history. Not only does he creep us out but he lets us creep ourselves out as well. Damn imaginations. One thing is for sure though, if you don't already have an healthy and natural fear of white people, you've got plenty of reason to now.
The movie is exactly what you would expect from Wes Craven; creepy idea, bad-to-mediocre dialogue, terrible acting and a really nasty mustache.
The mustache belongs to a weird democrat who wears short shorts. The terrible acting is a group effort which works wonderfully. The bad-to-mediocre dialogue is the sole responsibility of Wes himself. At least the idea is creepy enough to keep your attention.
Desert. Nuclear testing grounds. A retired police man who hates 'niggers', 'hill-billies' who throw dogs off of rooftops, and his wife. Did I mention the gross humanoid creatures in the hill that grunt and grunt and grunt? Well, they top the whole story off as a nice bitter, rotten cherry.
There is a religious factor to the story. This factor interacts with the human factor. The family prays to God to keep them safe while they unknowingly trespass on the land of the forgotten, the land of people who a loving God would never let exist. Wes doesn't let you focus solely on this but he puts it there and lets you cook it on the back of your brain, he even crucifies a character in a roundabout way.
All the forgotten people seem to dress like Indians. They also talk like Indians. If Wes Craven ever met a Native man who's seen this movie I expect that Native man to kick him in the balls. I've met quite a few Indians and they certainly aren't the result of exposure to nuclear testing, nor are they all descendants of the once great and holy land Chernobyl.
Wes craven is a master of horror. There is no question about his place in history. Not only does he creep us out but he lets us creep ourselves out as well. Damn imaginations. One thing is for sure though, if you don't already have an healthy and natural fear of white people, you've got plenty of reason to now.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
God and Numbers and Crazy People who Happen to Like God and Numbers and Other Crazy People
The Believers.
Well. I don't know what to say. This movie kind of pissed me off but didn't at the same time. You know like when you get that itch on your back and you scratch it and it feels nice so you keep doing it and then you end up with a gash on your shoulder from scratching too much so you stop because the blood starts coming out? That's this movie.
The notion behind the movie is great, the gesture itself just sucks. Like, really sucks, I'm not even kidding you. In fact, I wish I were kidding you.
The plot is good. It has a turn or two near the end but that's just checking to see if you've either A) walked out of the theatre or B) fallen asleep.
Basically, there is a group of people called the Quanta group or something I guess and they all look weird. They are scientists, which explains the weirdness, and they all love math. They have some equation they follow that reveals everything to them.
No kidding. Everything. They plan on leaving the planet just before it dies and they hold the key to passing into another realm and leading mankind because mankind is too dumb to listen.
Anyway, they all believe this crap and there are a few good lines murmured by bad actors. Best line of the whole movie runs a little something like this: Numbers don't lie, people do.
Well, I'll be, thanks Sherlock, or Watson, I had no idea. I could get into the debate about numbers doing exactly what we tell them to time and again, but I won't. That goes against God. Who, according to this script, is numbers. One and the same.
Whatever happened to the word? Whatever. The writer or writers or monkeys getting drunk and head butting typewriters must have walked away from the script and left an angry teenage angster (I said it, angst-ridden teenagers, feel free to use it anytime) to control the story. Why? Because all those bad actors suddenly start saying 'Fuck' about as often as they inhale.
So, the idea for the story is intriguing and the manifestation of this idea is rancid. Not one good actor in the whole lot. Its like a college theatre production. At least I can walk away with a good idea to kick around, whatever that's worth.
Go see it if you want but don't blame me when you realize it sucks.
Well. I don't know what to say. This movie kind of pissed me off but didn't at the same time. You know like when you get that itch on your back and you scratch it and it feels nice so you keep doing it and then you end up with a gash on your shoulder from scratching too much so you stop because the blood starts coming out? That's this movie.
The notion behind the movie is great, the gesture itself just sucks. Like, really sucks, I'm not even kidding you. In fact, I wish I were kidding you.
The plot is good. It has a turn or two near the end but that's just checking to see if you've either A) walked out of the theatre or B) fallen asleep.
Basically, there is a group of people called the Quanta group or something I guess and they all look weird. They are scientists, which explains the weirdness, and they all love math. They have some equation they follow that reveals everything to them.
No kidding. Everything. They plan on leaving the planet just before it dies and they hold the key to passing into another realm and leading mankind because mankind is too dumb to listen.
Anyway, they all believe this crap and there are a few good lines murmured by bad actors. Best line of the whole movie runs a little something like this: Numbers don't lie, people do.
Well, I'll be, thanks Sherlock, or Watson, I had no idea. I could get into the debate about numbers doing exactly what we tell them to time and again, but I won't. That goes against God. Who, according to this script, is numbers. One and the same.
Whatever happened to the word? Whatever. The writer or writers or monkeys getting drunk and head butting typewriters must have walked away from the script and left an angry teenage angster (I said it, angst-ridden teenagers, feel free to use it anytime) to control the story. Why? Because all those bad actors suddenly start saying 'Fuck' about as often as they inhale.
So, the idea for the story is intriguing and the manifestation of this idea is rancid. Not one good actor in the whole lot. Its like a college theatre production. At least I can walk away with a good idea to kick around, whatever that's worth.
Go see it if you want but don't blame me when you realize it sucks.
I Hate Middle-Class America as Much as the Next Guy...But John Turturro Takes My Breath Away
Romance and Cigarettes is fantabulous. When John Turturro and the Coen brothers get together the only thing left to do is wet yourself.
This is a love story musical. The kind of love you find in working-class America. What kind is that, you ask. The kind of love that exists between a fat man and his whore. Followed, of course, by the love between the fat man and his wife later on.
The story is rich in dialogue and the incorporation of the songs is a nice touch. Christopher Walken shows up and loves Elvis way too much, not to mention loves sex way too much, and the idea of Steve Buscemi talking about circumcision, porn stars, wanting to have sex with fat girls and living at home, all of which, by the way, occurs on top of a bridge, is perhaps the most tantalizing idea I've ever come across.
James Gandolfini, The Don himself, is the man who falls in love with his red-headed whore and then falls out of love with said whore only to return to his wife, Susan Sarandon. He decides that perhaps his troubles will go away if he gets circumcised. So he gets surgery.
Mandy Moore hangs out in the movie as part of a band and daughter to the fat man who loves his whore, she does exactly what you would expect from someone like Mandy Moore; sing a little, act a little-bit littler, look nice.
The whore of the story is none other than Kate Winslet. Heck yes, about time we saw her get some down and dirty roles. Her character is unforgettable and everything she says makes you laugh, not to mention turns you on - sort of.
In the end, we are left with a tragic love story where the middle class have only each other. Who else can they love? Who else will love them?
This is a love story musical. The kind of love you find in working-class America. What kind is that, you ask. The kind of love that exists between a fat man and his whore. Followed, of course, by the love between the fat man and his wife later on.
The story is rich in dialogue and the incorporation of the songs is a nice touch. Christopher Walken shows up and loves Elvis way too much, not to mention loves sex way too much, and the idea of Steve Buscemi talking about circumcision, porn stars, wanting to have sex with fat girls and living at home, all of which, by the way, occurs on top of a bridge, is perhaps the most tantalizing idea I've ever come across.
James Gandolfini, The Don himself, is the man who falls in love with his red-headed whore and then falls out of love with said whore only to return to his wife, Susan Sarandon. He decides that perhaps his troubles will go away if he gets circumcised. So he gets surgery.
Mandy Moore hangs out in the movie as part of a band and daughter to the fat man who loves his whore, she does exactly what you would expect from someone like Mandy Moore; sing a little, act a little-bit littler, look nice.
The whore of the story is none other than Kate Winslet. Heck yes, about time we saw her get some down and dirty roles. Her character is unforgettable and everything she says makes you laugh, not to mention turns you on - sort of.
In the end, we are left with a tragic love story where the middle class have only each other. Who else can they love? Who else will love them?
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW WWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
The Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1978) is a wonder to behold. It is at once science fiction, conspiracy, paranoia and Leonard Nimoy.
The movie recreates the good old days when Senators stood for America(!) and black-listed commies went to France where they belonged! The gist of the story is as follows: Alien spores come from many planets away and they pet human beings with fuzzy appendages and then they build replicas of them and then spit them out of a spore that looks like a flower and a vagina and then the replica is covered in fur and wakes up fully developed when the original is sleeping. Then the body disappears somehow, magic spore business that is all quite secretive, and the replicas take over and are shown one at a time throwing away the fur.
That's a lot of fur you say? It sure as heck is. And we watch it almost every single time for every single person changed. The movie is almost 2 hours running time and moves at a sauntering pace watching garbage trucks. In all honesty, the garbage company must have paid a lot of money toward the production of this film.
No matter what Donald Sutherland does to save the planet and the people he deems worthy of saving, all attempts are stopped by the replicated humans who spend a lot of time walking in rows or staring at the wall. He behaves questionably by only destroying his replica instead of his friends, hmmm, bastard. Every help-line you dial tells you to keep your mouth shut in very polite ways and eventually everyone knows exactly who you are when you call...you know why?
Because you are one of the only normal people left so it has to be you! Which means what? That's right, all your worst paranoid nightmares are true, they are out to get you! They are coming for you! They will make you one of them and then your individuality, which you probably hold so dearly and sacredly, will be no more! The commies are coming and they will change you for bad!
Oh, wait, I got that last part wrong. If Wisconsinian[?] McCarthy and his totalitarian regime and its movement for the purification Amerikkka by paranoid undereducated retards whose thick accents are the result of booze and inbreeding were granted uncontested control, they would be the blasted spores! I can just picture McCarthy's booze-riddled face and rat's-nest of a head staring at the girl at the end of the movie and screaming AWWWWW!
That's what they do when they notice you aren't an alien, they scream. Its all pretty awesome. Fortunately, the casting director was intelligent enough to get Leonard Nimoy to play a role in the movie. Unfortunately, the great man from Star Trek, the old and new Outer Limits, and the rocksome [an elegant mixture of rockin' and awesome] Transformers, that's right, Galvitron himself, doesn't get to scream once in the whole movie. But he's damn weird enough for you to note right away that something ain't right about him. And this time its not his ears.
Jeff Goldblum shows up but he doesn't transform into a fly. A little let down there. But its like the director said, look Jeff, you know how you can't act but want to and its really frustrating. And he looked at the director and said I don't know what you're talking about. And the director said Perfect, just act that way toward Leonard Nimoy when your lines come. And Jeff looked confused and the camera started rolling right away. Brilliant.
This movie is great on so many levels but its basic substance is paranoia. This movie will be wonderful to watch until we are no longer paranoid in which case we can get rid of the movie in which case we won't be human anymore in which case the spores got the best of us and we will need to kick ass and chew bubble gum and we'll hopefully be all outta bubble gum.
Those alien bastards.
The movie recreates the good old days when Senators stood for America(!) and black-listed commies went to France where they belonged! The gist of the story is as follows: Alien spores come from many planets away and they pet human beings with fuzzy appendages and then they build replicas of them and then spit them out of a spore that looks like a flower and a vagina and then the replica is covered in fur and wakes up fully developed when the original is sleeping. Then the body disappears somehow, magic spore business that is all quite secretive, and the replicas take over and are shown one at a time throwing away the fur.
That's a lot of fur you say? It sure as heck is. And we watch it almost every single time for every single person changed. The movie is almost 2 hours running time and moves at a sauntering pace watching garbage trucks. In all honesty, the garbage company must have paid a lot of money toward the production of this film.
No matter what Donald Sutherland does to save the planet and the people he deems worthy of saving, all attempts are stopped by the replicated humans who spend a lot of time walking in rows or staring at the wall. He behaves questionably by only destroying his replica instead of his friends, hmmm, bastard. Every help-line you dial tells you to keep your mouth shut in very polite ways and eventually everyone knows exactly who you are when you call...you know why?
Because you are one of the only normal people left so it has to be you! Which means what? That's right, all your worst paranoid nightmares are true, they are out to get you! They are coming for you! They will make you one of them and then your individuality, which you probably hold so dearly and sacredly, will be no more! The commies are coming and they will change you for bad!
Oh, wait, I got that last part wrong. If Wisconsinian[?] McCarthy and his totalitarian regime and its movement for the purification Amerikkka by paranoid undereducated retards whose thick accents are the result of booze and inbreeding were granted uncontested control, they would be the blasted spores! I can just picture McCarthy's booze-riddled face and rat's-nest of a head staring at the girl at the end of the movie and screaming AWWWWW!
That's what they do when they notice you aren't an alien, they scream. Its all pretty awesome. Fortunately, the casting director was intelligent enough to get Leonard Nimoy to play a role in the movie. Unfortunately, the great man from Star Trek, the old and new Outer Limits, and the rocksome [an elegant mixture of rockin' and awesome] Transformers, that's right, Galvitron himself, doesn't get to scream once in the whole movie. But he's damn weird enough for you to note right away that something ain't right about him. And this time its not his ears.
Jeff Goldblum shows up but he doesn't transform into a fly. A little let down there. But its like the director said, look Jeff, you know how you can't act but want to and its really frustrating. And he looked at the director and said I don't know what you're talking about. And the director said Perfect, just act that way toward Leonard Nimoy when your lines come. And Jeff looked confused and the camera started rolling right away. Brilliant.
This movie is great on so many levels but its basic substance is paranoia. This movie will be wonderful to watch until we are no longer paranoid in which case we can get rid of the movie in which case we won't be human anymore in which case the spores got the best of us and we will need to kick ass and chew bubble gum and we'll hopefully be all outta bubble gum.
Those alien bastards.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
The Invasion of the Poorly Written Lecture and the Ever Foolish Audience Who Did Not Understand it for Quite Frankly the Same Reasons They Have......
[continuation of title] Never Understood Blatantly Obvious Head Bashing
The Invasion is an OK movie that does a whole lot of OK things. I guess. What I liked about the movie was that Daniel Craig was in it. He is yummy eye-candy and if the gods ever sent down perfection he is it. Who else can look like a cave-man and be sexy as hell? I know of no one.
What I did not like was Nicole Kidman. I never really have. But this movie called for bad actors. The actors had to be bad because they were meant to act like humans. Who are really bad company by the way.
Nicole Kidman has a history of surrounding herself with bad actors so she looks good. Her kid is one of the worst child-actors ever which means only that he has a bright future as an adult actor and can perhaps die of a drug overdose one day while he waits in his hotel room for a prostitute posing as an unregistered massage therapist. I digress.
The good thing about Nicole Kidman is that she has to pretend to be possessed so the fungus or spores or space goo, whatever it is, doesn't recognize she needs to be spit all over—that's how its transferred. Anyway, when she has to pretend this its like they told her to just act as she did in all her previous movies and even I bought it!
This space spore species thingamabobber shows up and decides it will make humans more peaceful. After taking over the world via spit even our famous friend North Korea Kim is happy to sign a peace accord.
But we fight to remain human! To bear arms, basically, and to wage more wars. For better or worse our heroine wants humans to remain humans and thus we sacrifice peace to be ourselves. All those peace agreements can go in the garbage because we want the good guys to win.
This movie confirms my suspicions. Someone is losing a war. I feel that war after most recent Follywoodland movies. If we were peaceful we would basically be peaceful quite simply because alein spores came and infected us and made us change eachother while somehow remaining the same yet peaceful and nothing more.
It was the good old Senator vs Communism [euphemism for non-whites and people who were in direct contact with the non-whites] all over again. I got lost as to who the commies were though. Tragic, I know.
Luckily, the terrible writing called for monologue smashing. In case you missed a not-so-subtle point one of the main characters stepped up to the plate and described the message they were trying to get across. And do you think people still learned anything?
Doubt it. Many sat there entertained as they have before and will remain in future message bashing scenarios. Thanks for making me feel like just some other dumb member of the mass-produced mass-raised mass-media mongrels. Did that make sense? I don't even care after that movie. Nobody will get what I'm saying anyway so go for it and watch the movie.
Where's my hammer?
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
P.S. Get Over Me Already or P.S. 10 Things I Hate About You
I ended up seeing a chick-flick with my girlfriend the other night. We were in a rush to get the IMAX I Am Legend but quite sadly did not make it in time. Instead, we watched P.S. I Love You. Now, I have quite a few things to say about this damn movie so bear with me.
First of all, the casting is excellent. I said it. Gerard Butler is one of my favorite ruggedly handsome men out there and I like seeing him be romantic. Harry Connick Jr. is one of my all time favorite people to look at and remains so today and forever more.
Secondly, the characters are well-written and entertaining. The man with the social disability has excellent lines and reminds you that life goes on. The mother of the bride is excellent and reminds you that life sucks sometimes but that you have to deal with it.
Thirdly, the story is never boring. You don't get to take a nap or go to the bathroom or get some popcorn. The story just rolls and rolls. It begins with some nice fighting then some love making then some death then some wake then a whole lot of not dealing with life. Representative of real life on that last part. I had absolutely zero time to turn from the screen.
Fourthly, blasted Ireland. I hate Ireland as much as Joyce did.
Fifthly, excellent chick-flick lines. These always get to me. When a guy in a movie has a really excellent line that you never would have thought of in a million years and he drops it at the right time it means that you will never be able to use that line that you would have never thought of because odds are the girl you are going to use it on has seen the movie. This movie has quite a few of those cursedly-great lines.
Sixthly, a worldly-looking Gina Gershon. No kidding, she actually looks like a person and not like a Barbie doll. I hate when women are actually beautiful instead of painted and thin. Gina Gershon looks like she's eaten in the last few months. I hate when people look like people in movies.
Seventhly, Lisa Kudrow not being a ditz. I liked Friends. Who gave her a brain?
Eighthly, the letters from the dead husband aren't intended to torture his wife. They are meant to make her stop tormenting herself because he knows she won't do it on her own. I wish they were meant to torture her but they aren't.
Ninthly, Kathy Bates is a woman and not a monster. What the hell is that all about? A very likable person who has her human faults. Bah, whatever happened to the good old leg bashing days?
Tenthly, I do not hate this movie at all. I kind of hate myself for liking it so much. Go see it.
First of all, the casting is excellent. I said it. Gerard Butler is one of my favorite ruggedly handsome men out there and I like seeing him be romantic. Harry Connick Jr. is one of my all time favorite people to look at and remains so today and forever more.
Secondly, the characters are well-written and entertaining. The man with the social disability has excellent lines and reminds you that life goes on. The mother of the bride is excellent and reminds you that life sucks sometimes but that you have to deal with it.
Thirdly, the story is never boring. You don't get to take a nap or go to the bathroom or get some popcorn. The story just rolls and rolls. It begins with some nice fighting then some love making then some death then some wake then a whole lot of not dealing with life. Representative of real life on that last part. I had absolutely zero time to turn from the screen.
Fourthly, blasted Ireland. I hate Ireland as much as Joyce did.
Fifthly, excellent chick-flick lines. These always get to me. When a guy in a movie has a really excellent line that you never would have thought of in a million years and he drops it at the right time it means that you will never be able to use that line that you would have never thought of because odds are the girl you are going to use it on has seen the movie. This movie has quite a few of those cursedly-great lines.
Sixthly, a worldly-looking Gina Gershon. No kidding, she actually looks like a person and not like a Barbie doll. I hate when women are actually beautiful instead of painted and thin. Gina Gershon looks like she's eaten in the last few months. I hate when people look like people in movies.
Seventhly, Lisa Kudrow not being a ditz. I liked Friends. Who gave her a brain?
Eighthly, the letters from the dead husband aren't intended to torture his wife. They are meant to make her stop tormenting herself because he knows she won't do it on her own. I wish they were meant to torture her but they aren't.
Ninthly, Kathy Bates is a woman and not a monster. What the hell is that all about? A very likable person who has her human faults. Bah, whatever happened to the good old leg bashing days?
Tenthly, I do not hate this movie at all. I kind of hate myself for liking it so much. Go see it.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Love in the Time of Monsters
I'm a sucker for a well-told story. Cloverfield is just such a story. Since its release, or even long before its release I suppose, it has come under fire. One of the most heard quotes from people is: “I've heard the camera makes you sick” which is usually followed by “that's why I'm not going to see it.”
What a joke. People actually do this though. Which saddens me. This is a great love story. That's exactly what it is and nothing more.
The monster is not the focal point of the story so why should we be given all sorts of explanations about its origin and its nature? It looks like a rat. It looks like a lizard. It looks like a monster from that game Rampage.
Who really cares?
The focus of the movie is love. The movie is centred on two characters, a boy and a girl. There is great tragedy in this story and as cliché as it may get at points the love and its relationship are very real to us.
The tragedy is that two people who love each other will not admit it. This is a tragedy of the commons for our time. The easiest way to take people's minds off the love story is to throw a monster into the equation. In fact, throw a monster into the equation who shows up and pimp smacks Lady Liberty for no good god-damned reason. That will really take your attention away from the idea of love.
Our base human emotions drive this movie to its climax and most won't even notice this as we are too distracted by the monster and the tiny animals that fall off it (which are quite freaky looking).
The movie is interlaced with scenes of a day in a theme park, scenes that weren't recorded over because the camera was momentarily turned off. The day just happens to be a day from when the characters were together and were in love.
Now these characters aren't together but are in love. Oh drama. This is still a beautiful narrative technique. Its subtle, perhaps annoying, a little bit cheesy, but it gets the job done. And a job well done the movie turns out to be.
The final moments of this love story are captured on film for us and as Shakespearean love stories go, everyone dies. We should feel a sense of satisfaction at the end though, by this time in the viewing experience we should understand that the words “I love you” have never had so much meaning before.
The alien is ugly. The story is beautiful. But don't see it if you're just going to complain. Oh, I almost forgot, do enjoy the line “I'm so scared right now”, where have we heard that before?
What a joke. People actually do this though. Which saddens me. This is a great love story. That's exactly what it is and nothing more.
The monster is not the focal point of the story so why should we be given all sorts of explanations about its origin and its nature? It looks like a rat. It looks like a lizard. It looks like a monster from that game Rampage.
Who really cares?
The focus of the movie is love. The movie is centred on two characters, a boy and a girl. There is great tragedy in this story and as cliché as it may get at points the love and its relationship are very real to us.
The tragedy is that two people who love each other will not admit it. This is a tragedy of the commons for our time. The easiest way to take people's minds off the love story is to throw a monster into the equation. In fact, throw a monster into the equation who shows up and pimp smacks Lady Liberty for no good god-damned reason. That will really take your attention away from the idea of love.
Our base human emotions drive this movie to its climax and most won't even notice this as we are too distracted by the monster and the tiny animals that fall off it (which are quite freaky looking).
The movie is interlaced with scenes of a day in a theme park, scenes that weren't recorded over because the camera was momentarily turned off. The day just happens to be a day from when the characters were together and were in love.
Now these characters aren't together but are in love. Oh drama. This is still a beautiful narrative technique. Its subtle, perhaps annoying, a little bit cheesy, but it gets the job done. And a job well done the movie turns out to be.
The final moments of this love story are captured on film for us and as Shakespearean love stories go, everyone dies. We should feel a sense of satisfaction at the end though, by this time in the viewing experience we should understand that the words “I love you” have never had so much meaning before.
The alien is ugly. The story is beautiful. But don't see it if you're just going to complain. Oh, I almost forgot, do enjoy the line “I'm so scared right now”, where have we heard that before?
"War is in your blood"
This is perhaps one of the finest anti-war movies today. I had the pleasure of sitting beside a crazy old man who loved the character of John Rambo more than I do. The character was arguably dated to post-Vietnam War era and nothing else.
But, War, like all other follies of mankind, is a universal. We have the same game being played as we always have, we just have new rules, new players, new playing grounds, etc. Nothing has really changed since WW2, the extension of the Empires, the Trojan War. We like to think the fights are different and that we're the good guys.
One thing that remains true throughout all these wars is that war is ugly. People are too willing to celebrate the grotesque action associated with fighting. This movie teaches you not to. At least it would if people weren't so bloody dumb.
In case you didn't know, when a rifle which can pierce armored vehicles is fired at you and it hits you in the chest—you die. You die a horrible death. The camera doesn't flinch at the violence and the special effects are only unbelievable a few times.
People who think war is cool will watch this and feel like their balls have grown and they walk about with their erections talking about how cool Rambo is. People who understand the terrible possibilities of man will walk away knowing that even Sylvester Stallone is capable of such understandings, they will be confused that other people are not.
But that's life.
Rambo is a man apart. He is at war with himself because he doesn't have a place. We raise people to be like this then we turn our backs to them when we're done with them. Vietnam war vets performed their duty and came back to protests instead of parades. I'm not arguing we celebrate their violence, merely that we could at least acknowledge the sacrifice we asked them to commit.
Rambo is war. Boil all the details out of war and he is what you have left. In this movie he comes to terms with this but his only place in society remains war-zones. This time he is sent to rescue the readily available idiots referred to in the movie as god-squatters. Rambo remains to have the honor and loyalty a perfect warrior would have but these can only be appreciated through outward manifestations of his inner turmoil.
In other words, Rambo's only purpose is killing, whether for his country or himself, and it is only reasonable to assume that Rambo or characters like him should exist. We remain animals and stronger animals are necessary to protect us from our follies.
This if addressed to the people who thought the movie was cool: This is not cool. We are not cool. Rambo is not cool. But just walk around with your erections and enlarged testicles, nobody expected less and so we're not disappointed.
Any time is a good time to watch this movie because we're always waging war. Just don't hang around the people I've sent that message to.
The first Rambo movies didn't stop wars because we like war too much. This one probably won't change anything. But its a nice gesture.
But, War, like all other follies of mankind, is a universal. We have the same game being played as we always have, we just have new rules, new players, new playing grounds, etc. Nothing has really changed since WW2, the extension of the Empires, the Trojan War. We like to think the fights are different and that we're the good guys.
One thing that remains true throughout all these wars is that war is ugly. People are too willing to celebrate the grotesque action associated with fighting. This movie teaches you not to. At least it would if people weren't so bloody dumb.
In case you didn't know, when a rifle which can pierce armored vehicles is fired at you and it hits you in the chest—you die. You die a horrible death. The camera doesn't flinch at the violence and the special effects are only unbelievable a few times.
People who think war is cool will watch this and feel like their balls have grown and they walk about with their erections talking about how cool Rambo is. People who understand the terrible possibilities of man will walk away knowing that even Sylvester Stallone is capable of such understandings, they will be confused that other people are not.
But that's life.
Rambo is a man apart. He is at war with himself because he doesn't have a place. We raise people to be like this then we turn our backs to them when we're done with them. Vietnam war vets performed their duty and came back to protests instead of parades. I'm not arguing we celebrate their violence, merely that we could at least acknowledge the sacrifice we asked them to commit.
Rambo is war. Boil all the details out of war and he is what you have left. In this movie he comes to terms with this but his only place in society remains war-zones. This time he is sent to rescue the readily available idiots referred to in the movie as god-squatters. Rambo remains to have the honor and loyalty a perfect warrior would have but these can only be appreciated through outward manifestations of his inner turmoil.
In other words, Rambo's only purpose is killing, whether for his country or himself, and it is only reasonable to assume that Rambo or characters like him should exist. We remain animals and stronger animals are necessary to protect us from our follies.
This if addressed to the people who thought the movie was cool: This is not cool. We are not cool. Rambo is not cool. But just walk around with your erections and enlarged testicles, nobody expected less and so we're not disappointed.
Any time is a good time to watch this movie because we're always waging war. Just don't hang around the people I've sent that message to.
The first Rambo movies didn't stop wars because we like war too much. This one probably won't change anything. But its a nice gesture.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
What the hell for?
I watch way too many movies and have been in part or whole raised by television. This blog is a type of therapy so I guess I don't really care if anyone reads it. Its for me.
I want to splat out all my thoughts about a movie and decide whether or not it was worth watching. I take all sorts of things into account so reader beware.
I will discuss what was great and what was bad about a movie. I will compare it. I will then conclude with a recommendation either not to see it or to see it. And should I tell you to watch it I will tell when the best time to watch it is.
You can even tell me what to watch.
The main reason for this blog is that our society is so far beyond hope that people don't even know who Shakespeare is. Our question for the future is not one of existence and being and philosophy - it is one of how to idly waste that existence, if one would dare to term it as such.
This blog is to help you waste your potential as a human being. So, get a nice cup of tea or coffee or beer or water, and come in, have a seat, make yourself comfortable.
Let us go then, You and I...
I want to splat out all my thoughts about a movie and decide whether or not it was worth watching. I take all sorts of things into account so reader beware.
I will discuss what was great and what was bad about a movie. I will compare it. I will then conclude with a recommendation either not to see it or to see it. And should I tell you to watch it I will tell when the best time to watch it is.
You can even tell me what to watch.
The main reason for this blog is that our society is so far beyond hope that people don't even know who Shakespeare is. Our question for the future is not one of existence and being and philosophy - it is one of how to idly waste that existence, if one would dare to term it as such.
This blog is to help you waste your potential as a human being. So, get a nice cup of tea or coffee or beer or water, and come in, have a seat, make yourself comfortable.
Let us go then, You and I...
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