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.

Well.

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.

Butt

Huggin'.

Friday, July 16, 2010

To give,

as before.

Forgiveness.

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.