Dream 497: Test Flown Development

05.05.2017 § Leave a comment

These days you can save money on air travel by renting, prepping, and flying your own plane. Karin is coming with my family to Bali, and I’m finishing up running the test suite on the plane — it passes, the progress bar on the wing going from white to beige.

I’m running toward our plane when I notice my dad’s Jeep is on fire. I yell at him to do something about it. Then I notice that our plane is also on fire! I wonder what I can do — can I put it out? Really, though, I should be getting the hell out of the hangar, because this thing is seconds away from blowing.

Film Micrœview #354: Spirit of the Beehive (1973)

04.24.2017 § Leave a comment

Rating: Dr. Pepper.

Weird experience, combining what little Spanish I could understand them speaking with what little Japanese I could read in the subtitles. But it was a cinematic enough movie that you didn’t really have to understand every word they said to get the gist.

And the music is amazing, especially the bit that plays when they speak about mushrooms, and the 7/4 one in the opening credits.

The opening where they have the film in the film, Frakenstein, which opens with an explanation of what it is you are about to watch, which itself is filling that role for this film, and they end together as one.

Such lovely colors. I was lost in this other world.

The eyes of the men on the train, making contact with the mother.

The honeycomb of the house windows.

The empty field with the hideout.

The wordless exchange between the father and daughter as he identifies her as the one who aided the soldier.

The father plays Frankenstein.

Beautifully allegorical and timeless.

Film Micrœview #356: Blue Velvet (1986)

04.24.2017 § Leave a comment

Rating: Good.

This is a film about a boy who wants to be every man.

He is replacing his father, who is out of the picture as its opening move.

He is replacing Laura Dern’s father, by becoming the effective detective he needs to be.

He is replacing Isabella Rosselini’s husband, and even her child, and even her captor and rapist monster Frank Booth.

He is remaining his mother’s little boy (key scene with “not wanting to talk about” his injuries going over so smoothly).

I think the centerpiece of this film is his guilt over taking advantage of the woman whose life he also earnestly wishes to heal. To me, perhaps largely as a fellow straight white cis male of privilege, strikes home, at that most horrific of shadows, that one where no matter how truly you think you try to stay enlightened and help persecuted people, some part of your psyche is a sick fuck and wants to fuck ’em while they’re down. I feel like the “that’s for me to know, and you to find out [whether I am a detective or just a pervert]” should be Lynch’s life motto.

“I’ll fuck anything that moves!” The homoerotic overtones of Frank Booth hit home this time. The film plumbs the fear of what one most wants, to be fucking and controlling everything at once.

Film Micrœview #355: Moonlight (2016)

04.24.2017 § Leave a comment

Rating: Good.

At times just going through the motions, treading water. But several intensely cinematic moments, coupled with what I consider to be among the most perfect endings to a film ever. I want this film to reach everyone.

Film Micrœview #353: Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (1992)

04.24.2017 § Leave a comment

Rating: Good.

I didn’t realize how feminist this film is. How firmly the molestation button is pushed, while firmly defending Laura’s sexuality not as a direct derivative of that, reducing her from a real character down to a meaningless statement. In fact I submit that the great conflict in the story, somewhere through all the creamed corn and mysterious rings, is between patriarchal desperation and female fulfillment.

Film Micrœview #351: Endless Poetry (2016)

04.24.2017 § Leave a comment

Rating: Jodorowsky.

As a donor to this film, I was saddened both not to particularly like it, nor to find my name anywhere in the credits sequence.

There was one moment alone where it felt like the inexplicable, inimitable spiritual genius of Jodorowsky; the scene where the woman poet beat up the rapists and then the male victim lashed out at her.

Other than that, it was just way too on the nose about the redemptive power of art and all that. Unlike in Dance of Reality, I didn’t feel like there was an actual story with stakes and flawed characters and stuff. It just rambled, mumbling, on and on.

And what is happening with this Christopher Boyle cinematography? Wasn’t he the guy who shot all of Wong Kar-Wai’s most famous?

I just don’t think I can consider this as a film, rated along with other films. It’s less and more. It’s just giving Jodorowsky a nice way to emotionally masturbate for great glory. Hence I can’t really put it on my scale.

Film Micrœview #352: Zoolander 2 (2016)

04.24.2017 § Leave a comment

Rating: Good.

There’s just so many punches! Not all of them land, but enough do that this is worth it. I don’t even care about Bieber but I can appreciate the genius of this opener. Great ways of dealing with the crappiness of reboothood.

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