Movies I've watched recently:
Actually, I will start off my review by quoting Anthony Lane's review of this film: "Mostly, he sounds like your basic stalker: “I’m incapable of leaving you alone,” he informs Ana—a notion that appears to stimulate her, although it would easily warrant a call to 911. She succumbs, up to a point, but her recurring doubts lead Christian to dish up one of those crusty old no-means-yes propositions which feminism has battled for decades: “You want to leave? Your body tells me something different.” Pass the butt plug." Indeed. This film is tragic, in a variety of ways, and sexy in none (for me, at least). And probably for a bunch of other people as well, as this film has marked 4.2/10 on IMDb, which is remarkably low. Still, I give this film 1/10 for a variety of reasons. The characters are one-dimensional. The main character is "god" and, because of the book, is never-smiling and drab. I mean, if he'd only have been interesting in some way! He comes across all Bruce Wayne-y, body sculpted, can do everything (fly a helicopter, play the piano, own at least 75 different neckties), but lacks everything that he should have. Compare this with the lead character in Steve McQueen's "Shame": he says very little, but exudes so much, much more than this film collectively ever will. The female lead character is just an object, nothing more. A boring, self-deprecating object with a touch of defiance, only there to display her as an individual, somebody who doesn't let anything happen to her as she's master of her own will. Still, shit like "I'm incapable of leaving you alone" creeps me the hell out, it is _not_ sexy or passionate. It's cheap. And cheapens a lot of things. A lot of people who actually do enjoy BDSM have raised their voices against this film as it's apparently against what is considered safe BDSM use, and goes against more than that. The soundtrack is a safeword in this film; down-watered covers, mainly used to be "sultry" and "sensual", no doubt, but are, in fact, like adding poop to your champagne. Not that this film is champagne in any way, shape or form; champagne is palatable. This film is not. Avoid. There will be sequels. I'll avoid those.0.3
This was quite the clownboat. I've not seen any previous films from the Johan Falk franchise, but this kind of parted way from the other successful Swedish cop franchise, namely Beck. Here, you'll find more violence. And also a fairly more complex storyline. Having said that, that's all that differs them; the ultra-bad acting is in here, but I must say the characters themselves lack any kind of depth. The Token Female Police is just messy and angry. The Johan Falk character is not only one-dimensional beyond the pale, but extremely simplistic and non-human. The actor, Jakob Eklund, must be a better person than actor; he has to be. It's not the actors' faults, not just; the direction is skint, torpid and fetid; those are difficult words which I just threw out there to make your reading experience more worthwhile than this film, and I know I did it! Avoid. Still, it's fun to laugh _at_.0.3
This film irritated and invigorated me. Even though it seems to aspire to a kind of awakening of the mind, by realising that - gasp - what may rejuvenate you is _already_ in your own head, it's kind of an old man's old drag. Michel de Montaigne is the name of a 16th-century philosopher and nobleperson who tried to be a stoic, but who - partly thanks to his cat interrupting his "important work" and partly thanks to his thinking outside the box - realised that life is more than borders that merely serves as a jail. In this film, two aging New Yorkers meet two young New Yorkers; the youngsters make the oldsters feel young, and bang - there's a lot of talk of vinyl, VHS, cassette tapes, black-and-white film, 1970s music, et cetera. Yes, the old seem old, even though the young use old media and somewhat shun Facebook. The ploy that's mostly used, is where Ben Stiller's character attacks the younger guy, who just retorts to silence. And being a bit of an idiot. Still, the best parts of the film? There is but one: to see Ad-Rock live. MC AD-ROCK is alive. Still, that does not make for a film. All in all, go see Kurosawa's "Ikiru" instead.0.3
This series started out promising, for the first seconds, at least, to then descend into a boring rage of a series. Bad acting, drab series altogether. Even though the film "Wolf Creek" has amped-up action beyond what actually happened, it's worth it, in comparison with this drabfest. Seriously, it's not fun, nor tragic or scary in any sense. There's so much hypertension in this series, consisting of two episodes, that I could cut it with a knife. Blaaargh. Avoid this.0.3
This film is pretty straight forward. A family moves into a house and there's something ominous about it; sounds, movement, a cellar where something apparently has gone down some time ago. It started off well. American country roads. Silence. Winter, snow. Then, silence and few movements. Then, the main two characters, a couple who are seemingly deeply affected, start talking. Neither of the actors do a good job, I'm sad to say. The script is forced and the dialogue feels contrived. The plot moves along at a bore's pace, and the more everything goes on, I felt a complete blanket of amateurism crudely laid over the entire production. I could go on with how the twists and turns in this film don't feel relevant, or how I never felt any kind of care for anything in this production, but that would just be giving this machine more than it deserves. Stay away.0.3
July 10th, 2015
I like director David Galloway’s words on the video below here, snatched from this Stereogum article:
Bejar sings a lot about cities and girls and injury, sometimes all at the same time. Sometimes they are the same thing, as surreal novelists would have us believe. Besides, people like to see Dan sing — which he doesn’t do a lot of in this video, but he does do a little bit. We wanted to make a video that dealt with central Destroyer themes: to some, Destroyer is a lech; to some, he is an arsonist; to some, he is a savior. To me, he is the consummate comedian, but he resists that role. So we decided to go the opposite way and make something sad, something tragic, something that fits the new record. The adage “comedy equals tragedy plus time” is attributed to Carol Burnett’s mum. Or it might have been Steve Allen. Either way, I always want Dan to do physical comedy, but he resists. He’s a natural, though. He’s the Pacific Northwest’s Buster Keaton, and I hope one day to share that with the world. One day. For now, though, there’s just this sadness. This poison season.
July 9th, 2015
I’ve been keen on seeing “Meet Me In Montenegro” ever since bumping into the makers/stars of the movie-cum-documentary in question by happenstance; I really liked Holdridge’s previous film, “In Search Of A Midnight Kiss“, which was filled with great Okkervil River/Shearwater music, but this… I mean, family on my dad’s side from Serbia, so Montenegro is close to that. And I love Berlin, that’s what. I’ve got high hopes for the soundtrack, regardless of the contents!
The film’s premiere in the USA is tomorrow, so I’m hoping for it to be available in Sweden soon.
July 8th, 2015
Apart from the fact that most people I read books of, writers, they write their books by hand. No computers. Writing by hand brings forethought and allows for reflection while writing. Naturally, I’ve found that I write a lot faster using a fountain pen than by using a ballpoint pen, or a pencil. Yep, a longer gestation time, the more mind you spend changes the contents of what you’re trying to convey.
In the above film, the main person’s using a Muji fountain pen and Noodler’s ink, but just check around the 03:50 mark; I love how the flex nib of the pen moves. Handwriting is personality. It’s not everything – content could matter – but beauty is beauty. I’m not one for calligraphy myself, but I do love nib customisations that are available for that… Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming.