Tuesday, December 29, 2009

You shall die

by your own evil creation!

Thursday, December 24, 2009

And when it fights,

fight back with right minds.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Should God create another Eve,

and I another rib afford.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Fuck it,

then.

Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket,

unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder.

He learned no lesson. He acknowledged no mistake.

The Corner - 6.5/10. You ain't had the five seasons it took to be 'The Wire,' but you had six hours to be something. You ain't, though.

The extinction of the self.

Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… And Spring - 7.5/10. You can't know peace until you know life, fools.

Manufactured feeling.

Art & Copy - 6.5/10. Sometimes a history, sometimes a hagiography, sometimes a biography, and sometimes the process, but never enough about one to be anything at all. Not linear to the point where it seems to be talking to itself, or at least only to people in its own industry. It seems like one of those movies that 'finds the story' as it's being filmed, but by then it's too late. A collection of talking points, although interesting, that don't altogether say anything.

People do like they feel, they go on sometimes practically forever, some of them.

Pat & Mike - 5/10. Such an odd movie. Long, unspoken and spokeless passages where we watch Katherine Hepburn play sports. Her chemistry with Spencer Tracy is not there as it was in 'Guess Who's Coming To Dinner' or 'Adam's Rib,' perhaps because she is not Herself, but demure and sullied by being around a certain man. The Ralph Bellamy type. Her fire is gone and, let's speak honestly, fire is what she is.

If you think it needed doin',

then I guess it did.

Dictionaries do not exist to define,

but to help people grasp meanings.

Some things,

you just got to wake up on.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Adventures

in far-off lands.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

An act

of genitalia.

Remedied

by right angles.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

It's dark

and hell is hot.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

If you want to know more,

then you are alive.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

In spite of all

attempts at holding on.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Boy, you were fractured.

Holiday Inn - 6/10. Unlikeable men compete for a woman they can each use for their own benefit. A showcase for Astaire's dancing and Crosby's singing, I shouldn't complain. This being my first Crosby movie, he's a surprising stiff hat.

The God Fart-icle.

Angels & Demons - 6.5/10. Surprisingly enjoyable? Less of a plot than the first one, which makes all of the running around and shit easier to take because it's less outright stupid, while still being pretty stupid. I secretly enjoy that Langdon is an outright atheist hero in a movie that my mom probably likes.

Ass ass.

Ninja Assassin - 3/10. Relentlessly stupid. The very opposite of 'V for Vendetta.' One giant fight scene, the whole of which is not particularly interesting and, worse, boring, using the 'Transformers' template of a collision of bodies blurring into each other.

My dad liked it.

Charlie Bartlett - 2/10. "Jake Epstein, the football captain, joined a football team to prepare for the role." Thanks, Jake. Offensively stupid. A Harmful Movie. The villain is decent-but-wrong, deserving of more compassion than the drug-dealing, needy, opportunistic dipshit asshole that makes up the title. Turns a good actor bad. Uses the threat of suicide as blackmail. Gives Kids Prescription Drugs And That Makes Him Popular. Is another movie that stars Kat Dennings.

Hang tighter, spider-monkey.

New Moon - 4.5/10. Better and stupider than first.

Ruin it with a lie.

Thief - 6.5/10. An early monologue sets a stage which is never acted upon. Christ. I'm some college asshole writing shitty essays. Early monologue good, rest of movie 'taut thriller,' thanks for that, Michael Mann. I want Tangerine Dream to soundtrack all of movies.

Deciding what is true and what isn't.

Red - 7.5/10. My favorite of the trilogy and the most incomplete.

All us.

Precious - 8.5/10. For all of the terrible things, for all of the trauma, there's an incredible amount of humor to be found. And not that stupid, profound, Pollyanna keeping-a-smile-about-it shit. It's fucking funny in the way Gran Torino is fucking funny. The best comparison I can give is that movie, with what is probably a simple, plain story only adorned by it being told fucking well. Gabby Sidibe is beyond wonderful, pure empathy on screen, with an authenticity that only comes from being it.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

As though to breathe

were life.