Movies I've watched recently:
This film is succinctly different from most others that are about serial killers in the sense that it's using silence and music well. Apart from that, this is a b-movie in several ways: apart from the two main actors, there's not much to use. The plot is quite simple, but at times I - a serial killer fan, so to speak - drifted away because the film didn't entice me more; the flow of the film feels contrived, making me feeling something that's very different to what often comes naturally when seeing works of directors such as Terrence Malick, Woody Allen and Richard Linklater. Also, the name-dropping of serial killers and such is more effect-seeking than anything else, more about trying to spook the viewer than create solid characters. Still, as a low-budget film, it works in creating a kind of solemn street-life atmosphere, the kind that came natural to director John Cassavetes, that very few high-budget films have. All in all this is not a particularly well-made film, but it's memorable.0.3
Complete. Waste. Of. Life.0.3
A sane, eye-opening view on how the production of farm animals for slaughter and food is the greatest threat to global climate, and why very few people are conversing about the issue.0.3
The trailer for this film doesn't spoil anything: it tells almost everything about this film, which (surprise) doesn't pass the Bechdel test. Read my entire review here: http://niklasblog.com/?p=191110.3
This film is actually worse than the first one, leaving no care behind; actually, if "no care left behind" would be the title, I'd given it higher grade out from courtesy. There's just nothing in here, not even anything little that aids or progresses action, for the sake of action. Even tipping a jar of paint onto the street would be more actionable and less questionable, than anything that goes on in this film.0.3
September 24th, 2016
Today I discovered “My dad wrote a porno“, which is a wonderful and scary comedic podcast show where a guy reads his father’s novel, a shot at erotic literature1, together with two other people, all of whom comment the contents as it’s read aloud. They deal with about a chapter per podcast episode, and the entire book’s being read!
It’s devastatingly funny at times, and almost always chuckle-funny. It’s nearly the perfect live commentary podcast.
Naturally, there’s the pretext: just imagine one of your parents writing about sex and having it self-published. I admire the guy who’s reading the book. I mean, his dad wrote it. There are quite a number of moments where he goes “Dad…” which is – I think – less than I would have done. The book’s available up for purchase, so go get it, but I suggest that you listen to these guys when they talk about it instead.
Click here to hear a “previously in the last episode”, as taken from the start of episode 3, so you’ll get the gist of the wonderful contents of the book.
If you need more and from the start, the show’s available from everywhere, and here’s the very first episode to get you in the mood:
- A euphemism if there ever was one. The last thing this book is, is sexy.[back]
September 13th, 2016
Some modern-day reflections on how affects the present. I love the last line in the short quoted interview with Donald Glover.
2012. Whereabouts Unknown. An anonymous Twitter user gains worldwide attention by mashing vapid phrases in the style of reality television celebrity Kim Kardashian with the thoughts of Søren Kierkegaard. The account, revelling in the name KimKierkegaardashian, is less about making fun of Kim (or Søren) and more about highlighting what happens when the typical banal chatter of self-publicity meets existential angst. “My soul is a hollowness & everything around me is as empty as eternity. Where do I look for fashion inspiration or fun trends?” runs one entry. “We love selfies! The despairing self, by taking notice of itself, tries to make itself more than it already is,” runs another.
It is powerful like a god's idea, turbulent like a world's life, harrowing in its earnestness. Diet peach Snapple is my everything.
— KimKierkegaardashian (@KimKierkegaard) September 6, 2016
I love having 2 phones w/ different services so I always have a working phone and never a moment for reflection
— KimKierkegaardashian (@KimKierkegaard) August 8, 2016
UGH I'm skipping workouts and eating bad!! But to despair over earthly things is a step towards despair of the eternal.
— KimKierkegaardashian (@KimKierkegaard) June 9, 2016
2013. Canada. The Montreal-based music group Arcade Fire release their fourth studio-album to rave reviews. “Reflektor is populated by characters who actively seek to escape systems of control,” writes Pitchfork, “but the path to the exit leads through the dance floor.” The album is inspired by, and named after, Kierkegaard’s discussion of the ages of passion and reflection in The Present Age. “It sounds like he’s talking about modern times,” says front man Win Butler to Rolling Stone. “He’s talking about the press and alienation, and you kind of read it and you’re like, ‘Dude, you have no idea how insane it’s gonna get.’
2013. Canada. Actor and rapper Donald Glover is in Toronto on a press tour promoting his new hip-hop album released under his pseudonym Childish Gambino.
VICE magazine: Are you reading books right now?
Glover: Yeah, I’m really into Kierkegaard shit right now.
VICE: Man, that is not going to make you happy.
Glover: It does make me happy, because it makes me feel less alone.
September 12th, 2016
Från början av Bodils loggböcker:
»Det är mig själv jag målar«, säger Michel de Montaigne i Essayer.
»Ingen går fri från att säga dumheter. Illa går det först när man säger dem på fullt allvar…«
»Låt oss tala om mig själv«, säger Montaigne.
Mig själv, säger Michel de Montaigne.
Hade Montaigne levt nu och inte mellan 1533 och 1592 hade han direkt insett vilket behändigt verktyg internet är och skaffat sig en sajt, en blogg. Att en blogg är ett konstnärligt uttrycksmedel, ett redskap, och inte – som vissa påstår – en fara för tanke och språk, hade varit lika självklart för Michel de Montaigne som för mig.
En gång försökte jag slå ihjäl en man med en stekpanna, men inte var det någon som ifrågasatte stekpannans förträfflighet för det.
Bloggformen hade varit perfekt för Montaigne. Att kunna ändra sig löpande, lägga till, dra ifrån, korrigera. Att dagligen kunna visa vilket vidunderligt, fåfängligt, skiftande och fladdrande ting människan är.
»Alltså, läsare, är det jag själv som är ämnet för min bok«, säger Michel de Montaigne.
Köp Bodils loggböcker nu, kära läsare. 200 pix har sällan spenderats bättre.