He was an honest man, he didn't deserve any.

District 9 - 8.5/10. The Matrix.

The greatest!

The Gold Rush - 8.5/10. This version is the 1940's re-do with narration, which is fantastic, and proves the writer in Chaplin. On the Buster Keaton/Charlie Chaplin divide, I fall well clear on Chaplin's side - with two forks and some bread, he brings more of a sense of wonder than Keaton could do with a runaway train or hurricane.

Essays

sung in rhythm.

I think with my eyes open and closed at the same time.

Eyes Wide Shut - 7.5/10. "Kubrick was not so much interested in capturing reality as he was an impression of reality." That fits, I guess.

Everything dies, baby, that's a fact.

But maybe everything that dies someday comes back.

To be sure.

Lawdy be.

Morality is simply

a matter of opinion.

The closest I’ll ever get to doing anything like that

is on a piece of paper.

She was a really cool kisser

and she wasn't all that strict of a Christian.

Countless lives lost.

Ponyo - 7/10. While I usually put the blame on myself for coming away from Miyazaki unsatisfied, I'm going to put this one squarely on him. The first three-quarters are wildly imaginative and so it is unfortunate that everything that happens is thin and surface-level. There is no story. There is no one here that we grow to know.

With a sound

like fiction.

Experiments

in telling the truth.

To each

in his own time.

Belongs

to no one.

Those who kick down the doors towards progress

are trampled under foot by the rush to go through them.

Fuck you, Adrian Tomine.

Paper Heart - 7/10. There was a comic book I read called 'Blankets.' It was of a batch of late '90s, early '00s indie comic books that defined 'real' as 'boring.' To wit: an IMDB user who uses these words to describe this movie: 'Paper Heart doesn't have any real direction, but neither does life.' What's my point. Oh, yeah. I thought 'Blankets' was based on a real story. After reading the book, which is long, and boring, I excused the deeper recesses of it being boring by chalking it up to being real, and I guess if it really happened, then there's some kernel of truth to be gained. But at the end of the book, the author admitted that it wasn't real. Which maybe it's my fault. But it means there wasn't any kernel of truth to be gained. It was just fucking boring. Anyway. This movie wasn't boring. But neither was it real. And it passing itself off as real, by mixing it with real-defined-as-real stories, which are wonderfully handled, the moviemakers end up just defrauding the entire thing.

Some people can't see the front

to want to be it.

When you grow up,

your heart dies.

If I'm all fangs and all lies and all poison.

If I'm really what they're saying.

I forgot to review this.

Why We Fight - 8/10. Now I can't remember why.

And that's

to be loved.