cat on a train
take meow tonight
Had no idea about the salad dressin', Turkey. But remember a can of soup bought at Trader Joe's. Heck of a fine soup it was!
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cat on a train
take meow tonight
yeah, twas okay.
they lost me forever when this kid (drummer in one of the bands or something) talked about a dog that had been set on fire and then was running around the streets in panic and pain, yelling like hell. he liked the idea, had a good laugh.
otherwise, devo, the residents and stuff like that.
cat on a train
take meow tonight
What a treat!
A soft-spoken, timid and cautious love story with a tragic end. Takes place in Thailand, after a tsunami has hit a beach resort, and there is some reconstruction going on. It's post-apokalyptic inasmuch as the people are still trying to manage the impact of the catastrophe, also emotionally.
The atmosphere is subdued and quiet in a meaningful way.
The love story between the out-of-town architect and the hotel employee is something that is happening quietly and unobtrusively. There is absolutely no drama, no rush, no stress, no fake exaltations, no force pushing it forward. These people are just themselves, polite survivors in a post-tsunami time and place, who get to know each other. They have had enough apocalypse for awhile. That's why this film is a welcome treat and relief.
Unfortunately, at the end we learn that just like all natural catastrophes that can build up silently underneath the surface of the ocean and then surprise you with their full force when it's already too late, human nature will always have the same potential to destroy, even though nobody would have seen it comin', or maybe they did but they didn't want to see it comin'.
9/8 stars
cat on a train
take meow tonight
I am a completist when it comes to Werner Herzog films. That's "Fata Morgana" from 1971
Nothingness and emptiness. In creation stories these are essential components bc something has to be created from scratch, and compared to nothingness (the original state), life will then look just fascinating. That's what we are normally made to believe. Somehow not much happens in this film. The landscape and human life resemble life on a hostile planet not yet made livable. But will it ever? This landscape cannot be endowed with a soul. Not even the soundtrack can inspirit. The ironic contrast of reality and human endeavour to find meaning. It's painful to watch. But that's the absurd human condition, boiled down to its basics. The relationship between animals and human beings is portrayed as one of raw dominance and exploitation. Lots of animal cadavers are a sign of neglect or disinterest. Sometimes they are a research object, that's the western approach. Human beings still had/have to grow into their designated role of protectors of the creation to find their meaning and purpose in this mess. But will they ever?
Nothingness and emptiness. In creation stories these are essential components bc something has to be created from scratch, and compared to nothingness (the original state), life will then look just fascinating. That's what we are normally made to believe. Somehow not much happens in this film. The landscape and human life resemble life on a hostile planet not yet made livable. But will it ever? This landscape cannot be endowed with a soul. Not even the soundtrack can inspirit. The ironic contrast of reality and human endeavour to find meaning. It's painful to watch. But that's the absurd human condition, boiled down to its basics. The relationship between animals and human beings is portrayed as one of raw dominance and exploitation. Lots of animal cadavers are a sign of neglect or disinterest. Sometimes they are a research object, that's the western approach. Human beings still had/have to grow into their designated role of protectors of the creation to find their meaning and purpose in this mess. But will they ever?
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Aubrey McFate
Burn down the disco
MH370: The Plane That Disappeared. This three-part Netflix documentary has gotten criticism for legitimizing conspiracy theories, but the official explanation is so wanting, there's really nothing else to do but theorize. It takes a while to get going. There's a highly smug and annoying American aviation journalist who first makes the case for murder-suicide by pilot, and then changes his mind to "a Russian agent must've crept into the electronics housing and disabled the cockpit controls and flown the plane (from the below-deck housing, no less) to Kazakhstan." His bizarre speculations only raise more questions, aggravating this viewer, and why did they waste so much time on him, but along the way there's also a bereaved Frenchman who starts his own inquiry, and in the third act there's the theory put forth by a Le Monde writer who takes his findings seriously. And hers, the wildest of them all, is actually the one with fewest holes. The plane, she avers, was shot down by the American military presence in the South China Sea. Say what you will, but I find this one the most plausible. There are just too many discounters for the others. "MH370 | I'm pretty sure who killed you."
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Chacarera
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When Frank Met Carlitos
A (true?) story about Carlos Gardel and Francesco Sinatra.
Thank you Disney!
A (true?) story about Carlos Gardel and Francesco Sinatra.
Thank you Disney!
nicky wire's legs
Born to eat meringue says tanks instead of thanks!
I love those two girls!
Never heard of this one.
"Somehow not much happens in this film", makes
me really want to see it.
This entry looks like it will actually be decent. Saw VI was incredible. The most recent two entries "Jigsaw" and "Spiral" were so unnecessary.
This one sits between Saw 1 and 2. Acts as a prequel to Saw 2 basically, before he and Amanda died in the third film.
This one sits between Saw 1 and 2. Acts as a prequel to Saw 2 basically, before he and Amanda died in the third film.
goinghome
you must not tamper with arrangements
The Happy Prince, about Oscar Wilde's life, mainly after he got out of prison. Rupert Everett's pet project from 2018. It's more melancholy than the effervescent 1997 film Wilde, starring Steven Fry. They're both carefully done, and go some way to satisfying those curious.
Aubrey McFate
Burn down the disco
La Vérité (1960). Among the biggest of Brigitte Bardot's films of its day, the one that confirmed her acting abilities, and said to be her personal favorite from her filmography. Bardot recently suffered a minor health scare: difficulty breathing in sunny Saint-Tropez on a fast-warming planet. One hopes the great lioness has many years left. Let us have more of her antagonizing the powers that be on behalf of the animals, getting in delicious trouble for making her own impolitic variations of the "sub-species" comment—even though her haters consistently miss the broader point, since I'm sure she'd say Emmanuel Macron and all the French gourmands and slaughterers at Rungis are a sub-species too.
Long may she live. But she is 88 years old and mortal, so one must also be realistic. If she does croak in the near future, and if a Bardot Appreciation Thread is started on this forum, please don't ask, "where was this thread while Bardot was still alive?" It's every post that praises her while she lives. And when someone dies, you make a memorial. It's just the way things are done. Santo subito!
Anyway, she really is good in La Vérité. Some of the movie dates terribly, though, with "oh là là" bits of 1960s titillation, as Bardot's bedsheets just keep twisting and slipping in clever quick cuts to reveal her legs and derrière as she smokes and writhes around way too playfully in her bed. "These legs were made for dancing," says her free-spirited character Dominique, and you wince. Lame flourishes aside, it's a good courtroom drama with some handsome black-&-white photography. There's a nice juxtaposition between the big-haired, leggy Dominique shown in the narrative flashbacks and the sullen Dominique who stands in the dock on trial, buttoned up in Puritanical black, her hair worn in a severe bun. It reminds you of another blonde who traded in her sex kitten look for minimalist makeup and muted colors and boys' collars for her courtroom appearances (Netflix has a new three-part documentary on that, Depp v. Heard, but I haven't watched it yet). And although the Dominique character was not that sympathetic for me, there is still a pronounced undertone of the young woman as eternal victim of society's expectations. Some killers are made, not born. From the Criterion essay:
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I watched 'Angels of Desire' last evening. The end thought afterwards was that previous angels may be walking among us and thats why they seem to know who you are, and why some people seem lost like they have just appeared from nowhere. You get with the people that fell into your life and loved, because they have been watching you your whole life and have now come down to spend it in your sight and arms.
I found it obviously avant garde, and was surprised by the music 'Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds' and 'Minimal Compact'. I told myself that people have to experiment and this was Wim Wenders first film. Some scenes I liked and the part that I liked the most was listening to the american film directors thoughts which were loud and clear, aware that he was being listened too. His second film, 'Paris, Texas' didn't have as strong a storyline, but both films have very good picture scenes. I found this was an unsual film for me too watch since it seemed out of my depth. But it didn't move me, just the part of the directors thoughts and the stillness of the angels stares in the beginning.
4/5 stars
I found it obviously avant garde, and was surprised by the music 'Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds' and 'Minimal Compact'. I told myself that people have to experiment and this was Wim Wenders first film. Some scenes I liked and the part that I liked the most was listening to the american film directors thoughts which were loud and clear, aware that he was being listened too. His second film, 'Paris, Texas' didn't have as strong a storyline, but both films have very good picture scenes. I found this was an unsual film for me too watch since it seemed out of my depth. But it didn't move me, just the part of the directors thoughts and the stillness of the angels stares in the beginning.
4/5 stars
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*Also Angels of Desire, should be watched without english subtitles. The title is in English and most of the dialouge in German. I'm not to know what these people are thinking, only the angels in the film that are listening.
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La Vérité (1960). Among the biggest of Brigitte Bardot's films of its day, the one that confirmed her acting abilities, and said to be her personal favorite from her filmography. Bardot recently suffered a minor health scare: difficulty breathing in sunny Saint-Tropez on a fast-warming planet. One hopes the great lioness has many years left. Let us have more of her antagonizing the powers that be on behalf of the animals, getting in delicious trouble for making her own impolitic variations of the "sub-species" comment—even though her haters consistently miss the broader point, since I'm sure she'd say Emmanuel Macron and all the French gourmands and slaughterers at Rungis are a sub-species too.
Long may she live. But she is 88 years old and mortal, so one must also be realistic. If she does croak in the near future, and if a Bardot Appreciation Thread is started on this forum, please don't ask, "where was this thread while Bardot was still alive?" It's every post that praises her while she lives. And when someone dies, you make a memorial. It's just the way things are done. Santo subito!
Anyway, she really is good in La Vérité. Some of the movie dates terribly, though, with "oh là là" bits of 1960s titillation, as Bardot's bedsheets just keep twisting and slipping in clever quick cuts to reveal her legs and derrière as she smokes and writhes around way too playfully in her bed. "These legs were made for dancing," says her free-spirited character Dominique, and you wince. Lame flourishes aside, it's a good courtroom drama with some handsome black-&-white photography. There's a nice juxtaposition between the big-haired, leggy Dominique shown in the narrative flashbacks and the sullen Dominique who stands in the dock on trial, buttoned up in Puritanical black, her hair worn in a severe bun. It reminds you of another blonde who traded in her sex kitten look for minimalist makeup and muted colors and boys' collars for her courtroom appearances (Netflix has a new three-part documentary on that, Depp v. Heard, but I haven't watched it yet). And although the Dominique character was not that sympathetic for me, there is still a pronounced undertone of the young woman as eternal victim of society's expectations. Some killers are made, not born. From the Criterion essay:
BB was so lovely then. Did you ever see the fan video I made in newbie excitement for Darling, I Hug a Pillow? It was on Central for a while, but I deleted it from YouTube because I thought it wasn't done well enough (I only had a basic video editor that came free with Windows). I still watch it occassionally on my computer.
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I forgot to say that my video was made with clips from that film. Anyway, the last film I watched was Charlie Bubbles (1968) about a famous writer who goes back up north to visit his ex-wife and kid. He drives up with his secretary, Eliza, and they stop off at Newport Pagnell service station, so that made me think of the Smiths' song Is It Really So Strange? I think I myself have crossed over the motorway on that footbridge sometime in the dim and distant. Yootha Joyce, Smith's cover star, appears in the cafe as a character from Charlie's past. When they get up north, Eliza says: "A prophet is always without honour in his own country". The scene where Charlie sees her hairpiece on his pillow reminded me of Arabella in Jude the Obscure. Charlie takes his kid to watch a match between Man Utd and Chelsea, but they both seem bored. Billie Whitelaw, another Smiths' cover star, plays the unsympathetic ex-wife. Charlie is recognised and gawped at wherever he goes and eventually escapes in a hot air balloon, which I guess is a nod to the name Bubbles, but really the film could have been called 'I am not a Goat on a Chain', which would have suited the downbeat mood of the film better!
Aubrey McFate
Burn down the disco
Yes, she really was. I think I may’ve seen your video if it was on Morrissey Central. But then again, maybe not. I rate Darling among my least favorite Morrissey songs, unfortunately. Was yours posted as a stand-alone Message From Morrissey, or was it one of those things where seventy videos get drunk-posted all together at once?
