Tonight, after three distracted attempts, I finally concluded my of viewing Eric Rohmer's My Evening at Maud's, a 1960's cinematic application of Pascal's Wager to the pursuit of love. The Wager posits that
there's more to be gained from wagering on the existence of God than from atheism, and that a rational person should live as though God exists, even though the truth of the matter cannot actually be known.
In the film a hypocritical Catholic prude of a Don…
Like most animated films Totoro's defies the predictable logic and physics of reality, but animation impressario Hayao Miyazaki also escapes the bipolar rhythms that automate Pixar and Disney's finest stories.
If you prefer your animated tales populated by heroes (toy cowboys, trash compactors, septuagenarian widowers) who adulate their damsels as they save the day, you'll be disappointed by the lack of yahoos. If you prefer your fairy tales (a pun on male fantasy)'s dowager princesses besieged by witches, dragons and…
After 33 years of gestation, PROMETHEUS burst forth. While Scott promised to touch upon sacred existential themes, it fell far short of such epic cinemusings (and apparent source material) as 2001, BLADE RUNNER, A.I. and TREE OF LIFE.
The cinematography was meticulous and inspired, the visceral effects were chilling but, given the talent on hand, the development of the origins of the alien franchise (a.k.a. the space jockey/ pilot / engineers / intergalactic 'professional' wrestlers) was uncannily ungratifying.