Monday, June 30, 2008

Holy

I just watched Ingmar Bergman's Winter Light and it's kinda tedious watching really old movies that are black & white and foreign but when the priest gives the sermon to an empty church at the end it's so powerful that it really doesn't matter.

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Wednesday, April 23, 2008

amiright??

Lars and the Real Girl is truly a work of art. To make a film about a troubled man and his sex doll companion is ridiculous, but for it to be fantastic, empathetic and even tasteful? Well, that's crazier.

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Ducks are gross and when they approach you it's creepy. Baby ducks are cute and when they attack you it's adorable.

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Thursday, March 20, 2008

It's Me, Daniel London

Old Joy was exactly the slow, quiet, small movie I hoped it would be. A meditation on love in friendship, forgotten and strained by time and change but still present-- worn, as the title implies. Beautiful, and not unlike Junebug, another favorite with a penchant for long pauses and a perfect Yo La Tengo soundtrack.

I took a color quiz a while back, maybe you tried it too. I came across it and tried again, and the results were just as accurate. I don't remember exactly what it said; something to the tune of 'feels powerless, stressed, just wants love.' Basically, it's time to get something going-- I have no right to feel hopeless.

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Thursday, January 31, 2008

W.A.Y.U.H.

THE BEST PART of Rob Sheffield's Love Is A Mixtape? The Pavement lyric in the preface:

I wasted all your precious time
I wasted it all on you

THE STORY ITSELF suckerpunched me, turning from a tedious recounting of indie rock adolescence and graduate angst (hit too close to home obvs) to a heart-rending tale of "the long, nearly unbearable ache of being a young widower." It's not fiction, and knowing that may have been the worst part.

SPEAKING OF graduate angst, choosing to watch Noah Baumbach's Kicking and Screaming may have been a bad idea. It's a movie about post-college directionlessness, the "gravitational pull of campus," and breaking into the real world. Except it sucked and I only made it through 15 minutes. Just like in Margot at the Wedding, Baumbach's latest film, the characters are all unbelievably pretentious academic assholes. Completely unfunny, and worse, completely unrelatable.

I CAN NOW SAY conclusively that regardless of my love for The Squid and the Whale, I hate Noah Baumbach.

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Wednesday, January 30, 2008

I Knew This Was Coming

Maria Full of Grace is the most difficult movie I've ever watched.

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