Spicy Chickpea Curry
Shallow Grave, the Danny Boyle film. Strange film but a classic.
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!I watched it cause it was free on You Tube.
It's not the greatest thing, but it was still worth a watch.
Did ya ever know about Paul's salad dressin'?
He started sellin' salad dressin' and ended up raisin' over a $600 million for charity.
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?
Gripping as its narrative is, La Vérité goes beyond being a simple crime fait divers. Other women besides Dominique come under judgement in this film: female criminals of the era who inspired director Henri-Georges Clouzot and his team of scriptwriters; Bardot herself, who was then at the height of her stardom; the feminist writer Simone de Beauvoir—in fact, a whole generation of women who dared rebel against the patriarchal order in France's troubled postwar era.
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:
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!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.
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.