I’ve been watching old The X-Files episodes. It’s undeniable that The X-Files owes silent debts to two Spielberg movies in particular: Close Encounters of the Third Kind, and E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial. As a kid, there wasn’t much more that was terrifying than spacemen taking over a house, shuffling Frankenstein-like, entering through every exit, bringing with them their unknown medical tubes and wires. Add to that government paranoia and you’ve got Fox Mulder.
But what’s wrong with me now? I haven’t…
Sometimes I wonder what would disappear from the world if one particular piece of media was removed. Would we have Ulysses without Don Quixote? Does Weezer (any album) exist without Rubber Soul? What movies disappear when Federico Fellini’s 8½ goes away?
I doubt we’d have the works of David Lynch. Blue Velvet is nearly right out of the sliding dreamscape of 8½. Nor do we have Charlie Kaufman. Bob Fosse has cited 8½ as an inspiration for All That Jazz.…
It was really weird to me when people would say they didn't understand Inception, but if they saw it again, they'd probably get it. It's not a hard movie to understand. The only truly confusing part is the first thirty minutes, but once Cobb explains everything to Ariadne, the audience proxy, it's not hard to follow at all. Every part of the movie's logic is explained at least three times, which becomes detrimental to rewatches.
The Prestige is less easy…
I've never listened to any of Daniel Johnston's music, but this documentary puts you in his head and doesn't let you escape even when the demons come. You see the people who inadvertently hurt him and the people he inadvertently hurt. You see a musician's descent into madness. It's heartbreaking at points. I don't think there's anything sadder than seeing a father crying because he doesn't feel like he can do anything to help his son. But it's heartwarming. It's the story of a deeply troubled musician, but it's a story of love too.