Friday, July 23, 2010

Secret of NIMH - 6/10. Characters, character-interactions are great, but they're bound to this abundance of plot that keeps propelling them to the next thing to the next thing, and nothing's dwelt on, and things come out of nowhere and I still love you, Don Bluth.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

You smart, ain't you.


Tuesday, July 20, 2010

You're so evil and I'm so good.

I'll make it up to you some day.

When France is mine and I am yours,

then yours is France and you are mine.

Monday, July 19, 2010

An instance

of beginning.

The future belongs

to the hobbyist.

Which is why I have to steal it.

Inception - 7.5/10. More complex than it needed to be, less imaginative than it could have been. A less fun 'The Matrix.' Christopher Nolan is incapable of joy. Oh, but it was captivating.

Aye, so I hear.

The Three Lives Of Thomasina - 6/10. Bright, easy, 1960's Disney. 'The Gnomemobile,' et al.



Friday, July 16, 2010

To give,

as before.


Forgetting on purpose.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Some aspect of responsibility

the rest of us have failed to assume.

So long, partner.

Toy Story 3 - 9/10.
Cried like a *fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucking* baby. Best picture of the year. Honest with itself, without any of the cynicism that implies. A movie about how people should be.

Hungry people are not afraid of prison.

Collapse - 7.5/10.
I don't doubt what Michael Ruppert says as true. It may very well be the case. But because of who he is, what he says, and most importantly, how he says it, he can't help but come across as alternately a pessimistic crackpot who is sometimes right, or a welcome martyr, giddy at being able to say 'I told you so.' The movie camera ends up being the equivalent of the one person who would listen. As an exposition on the end of the world, it's effectively depressing, but it's almost better as a case study of a lonely man.

Pissed off and curious.

The Insider - 8.5/10.
As near as I can tell, the best movie Michael Mann's ever made. Russell Crowe is a bit clunky, but Al Pacino is wonderful and justifiably angry. One of the best thrillers I've seen, and there's hardly a gun involved. Almost punk rock in its convictions? I don't know what that means. Makes me want to run for office or something. On fire with energy.

Until your heart stops.

Twilight: Eclipse - 6/10.
Two-to-three times as good as the others. Things make up a stupid kind of sense. People seem to be in on the joke. Bella stops biting her lip. Ends up being exciting and interesting in parts. Other parts still just stupid.

If I keep listening to it, I won't finish the revolution.

The Lives Of Others - 8/10.
'The Death of Captain Marvel' was a Marvel Comics OGN about the tragic end to one of Marvel's premiere cosmic heroes, not at the hands of Thanos or Galactus or The Beyonder or whoever, but by something as benign and uninteresting as cancer. As he reflects on his life and his great trials and tribulations, I could hardly give a shit until his friends came to say goodbye to him on his deathbed. In the span of two panels, Spider-Man, who had been absent the entire comic, walks into the room before suddenly running out, crying. And while I did not grow up with Captain Marvel and didn't care if he was coming or going, Spider-Man cared, and because Spider-Man cared, I cared. … I don't know why the Policeman cared about the Writer or the Actress, I don't know what they said over the course of his listening that made them compelling enough for him to break, but he breaks, and he cares, and because he cares, I care. Their are some emotional connections that are missing in the course of getting to the movie's conclusion, but fuck it, it gets there. Slow and patient like 'Hunger,' but, oddly, with a less sympathetic hero who I'm made to care more about. … "Can anyone who has heard this music, I mean truly heard it, really be a bad person?"

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

We have to go.

I am almost happy here.

Monday, July 5, 2010

If you knew how you are loved,

not one of you would raise a hand in rage again.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

We left,

because it had to have sucked a little, right?

I've no interest.

I've no love affair with the past.

A perfect man

who kills.

Friday, July 2, 2010

The medium

loves itself.

Sometimes it seems

we'll touch that dream.

I wrote these words for everyone

who struggles in their youth.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

The idea

that a person with an understanding of the ideals associated with a particular belief system they identify with must wholly embody those principals in every aspect of their daily life does a disservice to the kind of internal dialogue that's even necessary to determine why it is you feel the way you do to begin with.