Aberdeen
Aug 21
This is a really fucking good movie.
The Expendables
Aug 15
Film expendables, first blood, jet li, movies, rocky, stallone, statham, william blake 3 Comments
Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
The above quoted bit from William Blake is not only a lovely bit of poetry, but also contains what I consider to be one of the best semantic jokes ever perpetrated in the English language. It is that last couplet that gets me:
“What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?”
The joke involves the last three letter construction of each line. One the page we expect ‘EYE’ and ‘TRY’ to share pronunciation and form a rhyme (as the previous lines do). In that way symmetry is achieved. And yet, read aloud we know that in this instance ‘TRY’ is pronounced TREE and creates something asymmetrical. There is no question that Blake did this on purpose to toy with our expectations.
What then, does all of this have to do with an action movie? Give me time and I will get there.
Batman
Jul 31
Comics, Film batman, christopher nolan, Film, frank miller 5 Comments
I am a Batman fan. I discovered the comic books when I was a kid and found that in certain hands (Allan Moore and Frank Miller, for instance) the character could be used for actual literature. In the past the Batman movies have been crap.
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joe bageant, i am not stalking you.
Jul 30
Film, books, politics, promotion, web, writing 5 Comments
ever since i stumbled across his essays on coldtype i have been a loyal joe bageant promoter. what first caught my attention, aside his hillbilly humor and general common sensibility, is that he hails from the same forgotten asshole of the shenandoah valley as me, winchester veerr-ginn-yah. big ups 540. jeah.
if you don’t know who joe bageant is than you must become acquainted with the great redneck hope. i would suggest ‘Walking at the Doomsday Ball: Capitalism is dead, but we still dance with the corpse’ or “Let’s Drink to the Slobbering Classes : A sordid tale of work release, hyenas and liberal weakness”. if you’re down with a whole damn book of him, my all time favorite: “Deer Hunting with Jesus, Dispatches from America’s Class War”.
joe’s blog announced the following documentary: which sounds inspiring:
“The Kingdom of Survival” circles through themes of utopianism, globalized capitalism, anarchism, intellectual and spiritual self-defense, religion and art in an investigation of physical and psychological survival strategies practiced by groups and individuals in a conflict-ridden and confused post-modern world.
new release this fall, also: “Rainbow Pie: A Redneck Memoir”.
damn, his titles are great. and i promise, i’ve only walked past his house hoping to meet him a handful of times. anyway, i think he moved. goddamn belize. sigh.
what are ‘angelheaded hipsters’?
Jul 16
are any of you guys/gals excited about ‘howl’? i’m not sure if i want to invest the energy to get my hopes up, but when in doubt fall feet first. i watched the trailer a few days ago – movie trailers tend to put me off. instead, four clips from ‘howl’ for you below. the second clip has fucked sound/visual synchronicity, but we are evolved peoples and we can get the gist. i’m sure i’ll wait for the dvd, cause i hate watching movies in public venues with total strangers.
thoughts?
also, i was perusing links on the twitter yesterday and came across this. the twitterer said something with regards to all females needing to read this, but honestly – this has nothing to do with the sexes and everything to do with finding one’s bootstraps and hoisting the defeated lump of yourself back to an upright position – you know, not just surviving but thriving? i swear this is no cookie cutter gary quinn life coach to the stars bullshit so – boys too : read.
oh and if you’ve got twenty bucks, another valerie has created a twak? inspired commodity. i wanted a fanny pack, as i strive to be the ultimate hipster, but life is all about disappointment now isn’t it?
These are the movies
Jun 18
Recently I read a list of “movies you must see before you die”. It was idiotic. The person who compiled the list obviously had a stunning lack of taste and sense. So I want to offer my own list of movies that you must see.
1. Fellini Satyricon
2. The Third Man
3. Blue Velvet
4. Brazil
5. Dawn of the Dead
6. Audition
7. 2001 A Space Odyssey
8. Once Upon a Time in the West
9. Blade Runner
10. Network
11. La Haine
12. Antichrist
13. Duck Soup
14. Breathless
15. Blood Simple
16. Manhattan
17. Dr. Strangelove
18. The Discrete Charm of the Bourgeoisie
19. Visitor Q
20. Citizen Kane
21. Lady from Shanghai
22. The Hustler
23. Alien
24. Apocalypse Now
25. The 400 Blows
26. City of Lost Children
I limited myself to 26 but this list could run into the hundreds. So, tell me what I’ve missed and what I’ve included that you think should be omitted. Argue with me.
The Killer Inside Me
Jun 07
Film, Literature jim thompson, killer inside me, movies, noir 3 Comments
I posted this review a while back, but have since deleted it so that I could re-post it in light of the following beauty:
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Jim Thompson may well have been one of the most filmic writers ever to work. His books have inspired quite a number of films including Grifters, The Getaway, The Getaway (yes, I said it twice. It’s been filmed twice. Once wonderfully with Steve McQueen and Allie McGraw, once terribly with Alec Baldwin and Kim Bassinger), Coup de Torchon, After Dark, My Sweet and to some extent From Dusk Till Dawn. He also wrote the screenplay for Stanley Kubrick’s film Paths of Glory.
Thompson worked in a well worn genre. He walked the same fields as James M. Cain, Dashiel Hammet, and more recently, Elmore Leonard. Thompson wrote real tough guy fiction. In the pages of his books bad men do bad things, and are often undone by bad women (or sometimes unlucky women).
To clarify, Thompson wrote Noir. These are bedtime stories for the criminally insane. Thompson’s work will appeal to people who enjoy Chinatown, The Big Sleep, American Psycho, and gritty stories that take place in dark alleys, and rain swept streets. His novels are best read by lamplight, with a glass of Jack Daniels close at hand.
The Killer Inside Me is no exception to this rule. It is the story of Lou Ford. Lou is a cop. He’s not Dirty Harry. He doesn’t carry a gun, or a club. But he’s no Barney Fife, Either. He’s a small town deputy with a problem. Lou has a dark secret. Something in his past hangs over him like a black cloud. Most people in town consider him good natured, but dull. He’s the kind of person no one ever gives a second thought to. But, he has that secret. It has something to do with an unexplained death. I’d like to say more, but I don’t want to give it away.
Lou has a girlfriend. She’s a local girl next door type. She’s a real good girl (and in this type of story, that spells trouble). He also has a little something on the side, in the parlance of our times. This second girl isn’t so good. She’s a rather stereotypical bad girl. This difference in Lou’s two lovers creates an interesting dichotomy. It’s as if these two women (who obviously satisfy different desires) represent two sides of Lou’s personality. They each speak for half of him. Lou is, as it is easy to see, a man in conflict. He wants to be that dull, good natured fella, that treats everyone nicely. He has built this reputation, going so far as to treat with respect and kindness even those unfortunate criminals that he must arrest. Yet, there is a part of him that struggles for control. This is a dark part. The portion of his psyche that worries about that skeleton hidden in his closet. There is a battle going on within Lou. And considering the type of book this is, we can easily guess with side will win.
Yes. It does end in an orgy of destruction. Yes. Lou does suffer the final breakdown. The sickness, as it were, does get the better of him. Everyone around him pays in full.
That is the plot. Of course, plot isn’t everything. We’ve all seen hundreds of stories that play out the same way. What is important here is style and substance. Thompson chooses to use a first person narrative. This places the reader squarely inside the mind of our anti-hero. We are privy to every thought, every bent intuition, every nuance of madness that streaks through Lou Ford’s fevered brain. We cannot escape the twisted version of reality that Lou experiences. This fact lends an immediacy, a reality to the story that makes it hard to turn away from.
Thompson uses a tight, precise style of writing. This is characteristic of all of his novels. He does not mince words, or waste space. He keeps the reader firmly rooted within the story he needs to tell. And, there is a sense of need within the writing. It is as if Thompson is haunted by these characters, and must exorcize them by telling their story.
The quick pacing, and rapid development of the plot help to create a sense of tension that begins on the first page, and never lets up. This tension builds right up until the inevitable end. We can see the end coming. But, and this is a real strength, Thompson manages to make us wish for a different ending than the one we expect. That’s right, he makes us feel empathy for Lou. We hope against hope that things can work out for him. Despite his vicious nature, despite the evil acts we have witnessed, we long for him to “get away with it”. We long for the happily ever after. We should really shower, and watch a Disney movie. Dumbo, maybe. This could bring us back to the reality in which we’re nice people who don’t root for the villain.
The greatest strength of this book lies in the unexpected moments. Thompson is able to surprise, to elate, to transcend his genre. At one point, right in the middle, in the midst of sickness and madness, and abhorrent violence, we are treated to something different. Suddenly, and out of nowhere, Lou is musing about couples. He talks about those odd couples you see (Skinny Man/ Obese woman, Tall woman/ short man, Old man/ young woman, you get the idea). Lou thinks about how at some point these two mismatched people saw each other, and what they saw was everything they had ever wanted. This moment in the book moves beyond crime fiction. It elevates itself into the realm of literature. Not just literature, but great literature. Nobakov would have been proud of this moment. Martin Amis would kill for a moment like that.
The novel’s end is also of note. I wont give it away, obviously. I know, I know, we can guess the end. Never the less, I wont tell you the specifics. But, despite writing the denouement we expect, Thompson manages to approach it in a way that is unexpected. He surprises us.
I like this book a great deal. I have read it twice, and plan to read it again. I imagine that if you like crime fiction (by this I mean good crime fiction, not the Nora Roberts, or John Grisham variety), that you’ll enjoy this novel as much as I have.
The Road
Jun 06
Film cohen brothers, Cormac McCarthy, no country for old men, the road 4 Comments
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The Road is not my favorite Cormac McCarthy book. If forced, I would say that my favorites of his novels are (in order) Blood Meridian, The Crossing, No Country for Old Men and All the Pretty Horses. Still, though, The Road is a great novel. When I first saw the trailer for the film adaptation, I was beyond dubious.
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Look! Something shiney!
May 05
Film, Uncategorized john carpenter, lovecraft, movies 3 Comments
Regardless of the fact that I am simultaneously hurtling, at nearly the speed of light, both away and toward, everything I hate about the world, I have found an amazing little gem today. The people that brought me a smile with their B&W Silent production of The Call of Cthulhu , are behind the camera again with a production of The Whisperer in the Darkness.
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What’s YOUR Source of Creativity?
Mar 22
Art, Film, Music, Web Goodies, humor, writing Art, creativity, humor, Music, organization, panic, shekhar kapur, ted, writing 3 Comments
For Shekhar Kapur, it seems to be sheer panic.
http://www.ted.com/talks/shekhar_kapur_we_are_the_stories_we_tell_ourselves.html
I can’t help but agree, and I find myself wishing that my creativity came from a calmer, perhaps more organized place. So I’m wondering, is it like this for all of us? Where does your creativity come from?
