Film Micrœview #514: Where is the Friend’s Home?

08.18.2019 § Leave a comment

Rating: Good.

I love how Kiarostami’s work is poetic without being abstract.

I watched this after seeing five of his early short films, which share many of the same themes and motifs.

The rhythmic repetition of spaces reminds me of Ozu, while some of the spatial comedy reminds me of Tati.


Film Micrœview #513: Godzilla: King of the Monsters

08.17.2019 § Leave a comment

Rating: Evil.

Toward the end of the movie there’s a segment with like 2 solid minutes of overwhelming, chaotic devastation, where it seems like every 2 seconds another plane is getting knocked out of the sky as one giant monster punches another or whatever.

But was it worth the trite, incoherent, tedious plot? Which features a Japanese guy sacrificing himself with a nuclear weapon to reinvigorate Godzilla, in such a deep mockery of the original concept of Godzilla I can hardly bear it? Or the lesson that climate change may be real but it comes from outer space and we can solve it with the military and magical creatures?


Also why couldn’t they have just used the original BÖC track?

Dream 611: Just Trying to Help

08.17.2019 § Leave a comment

I’m in the subway when I overhear an altercation beginning between a woman and a homeless man. The man has a newsboard, and the woman is accusing him of some out-of-date and inconsistent information on it, and she’s doing it in a cruel, loud, public-shamey way instead of just filing a complaint quietly, politely, and privately. The man is not taking it well and is yelling back, but what especially concerns me is that he is denying it, when I (upon inspection) can see clearly that the woman is correct. Once the woman huffs off, the man approaches me, and continues venting his anger. He can see that I’m checking on the materials she was referring to and I’m sure he’s worried he’s going to lose a customer. Now, I’ve donated to this man’s project in the past and I truly care about his success, so I explain that I’m just trying to help when I say she’s right and I’m perfectly happy to help him fix things and point out just exactly what’s a bit off, but he’s having nothing of it and begins to hit me. I fend off his attacks but am not backing down so it’s escalating, to the point that Karin feels she has to step in (in case he has a knife and this could get serious). She sticks her arm out to intervene but he continues flailing through it, hitting her in the process. I say “oh now you can NOT hit my girlfriend” and then it seems like he is actually going to start attacking me for real so Karin drags me away.

Dream 610: Because Wolves: The Game

08.10.2019 § Leave a comment

I am walking through a though-a-hill highway tunnel when a number of raggedy wolves begin passing me going the other direction. At first I elude their notice, but when one of them stops to sniff me and takes an interest, gradually more and more of them pause and gather and now I’m pretty sure they’re going to devour me any moment.

I’m an aging, successful Indian-American musician, walking into my private disco ballroom to sing the big hit “Because” off my debut album which was famous for being one of the first to be video game themed.

Dream 609: The Big Birds will be Televised

08.03.2019 § Leave a comment

Watching TV, though I know it’s no good for me. Here’s what’s on:

We’re about to go on a cruise from California NE across the Pacific to Alaska, but before embarking: a demonstration sameltimeously of the distance we will be covering and the supreme might of the Big Bird military! From the cliff face emerges their ultima-weapon, a cannon capable of firing a capsule with a Big Bird at multiple Machs, crossing the Pacific 99% of the way in less than 2 seconds, then blowing open the capsule so the Big Bird can parachute down safely into the calm, safe waters in sight of the Aleutians. A friendly wild right whale appears to chauffeur Big Bird the rest of the way; it is happy even to make multiple passes at picking him up after the first one is botched, Big Bird basically ending up clinging to its fish-like-vertical tail fin, rendering it useless for locomotion and I would think painful for the giant water creature.

When all us vacationing Big Birds have arrived in Alaska, the attack begins. The whale crashes through the ceiling of the primary school classroom ceiling, collapsing it, killing most inside instantly. The rest are gunned down in short order. Dancing on the bodies of the dead schoolchildren, one Big Bird begins striking out all the starting letters of words on the chalkboard starting with “rage”, such as “courage”, “average”, “mirage”, and “forage”, leaving the board with a bunch of mangled lessons about rage. This was definitely not how I thought this re-education was going to go.

Sadly, the Big Birds replace the school with a giant cafeteria that only serves McDonalds and which only about 10 Big Birds occupy at a time, a major mis-allocation of resources.

Film Micrœview #511: The Dead Don’t Die

08.02.2019 § Leave a comment

Rating: Shrug.

I didn’t realize going in that this was going to be so political or so reflexive. But it was so many other things too. Kind of all over the place. A Jarmusch film tends to be rough around the edges but this was a mess.

I can’t say it was bad as it had some extremely funny moments. A lot of the humor was too flat and dumb to work or inconsistent with other moments, but some were just delightfully strange. The shot of Adam Driver pulling up to the first crime scene in his personal 2-seater vehicle making a TIE-fighter sound made Episodes VII and VIII of Star Wars worth it.

Dream 608: Bernieng Man

07.27.2019 § Leave a comment

As the crowd disperses, Bernie is left sitting at a table. I’m standing nearby and overheard his most recent exchange, regarding his appointment to get volumetrically captured for a VR photograph. “The medium is still developing,” I say, no pun intended, but he calls me on it.

At the banquet dinner, Bernie’s dad jokes that since Bernie’s little brother died (which most people weren’t aware of, and his recounting of this comes across as slightly rude), all Bernie has left are friends 10 years older than him.

Bernie is wandering from bed to bed in our cabin, unable to find a place he feels comfortable sleeping, until someone finally finds his childhood blanket set. He is so feeble that he takes inch-long steps only, shuddering as he carries his blanket into a bedroom.

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