Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Monday, September 28, 2009

Thursday, September 24, 2009

I love my dead gay son.

Cherry Blossoms - Hanami - 6/10. One hundred and twenty-seven minutes. A husband 'looking' for his dead wife in the afterlife isn't an uninteresting idea, and yet.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The myth of America.

Weighed down by too many dreams.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Monday, September 14, 2009

Young blood!

If given the chance, spit fire!

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Friday, September 11, 2009

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

The struggle itself

is enough to fill a man's heart.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Crepitation.

To make a crackling sound.

Love

is why you're starving.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

A few deities praying for me.

The Diving Bell and the Butterfly - 7.5/10. Herein, I compare 'The Diving Bell and the Butterfly' to 'District 9.' While 'District 9,' through its two hours, essentially keeps you at arms length from its star, Sharlto Copley, whether through documentary footage that treats him as though he's dead, or being held captive, or running, or in an unreal situation, or in fucking battle armor, its pacing guides you, letting him slip further and further away from the initial impression of him, piece by piece, until you're right there beside him. 'Diving Bell,' in contrast, literally has you inside of the character for three-quarters of the movie, but never lets you know him. That is its flaw.