Sometimes a thought is closer to truth, to reality, than an action. You can say anything, you can do anything, but you can't fake a thought.
Oh how I've missed you, Kaufman.
It’s always fun to watch debut films of established directors since you get to see where they started and how their style developed overtime of making films. Usually, it’s not fully fleshed out yet until the second or third film; though in Sam Raimi’s case, it seems he’s already cemented his style and quirky voice with his directorial debut, The Evil Dead. From genre blending, rapid editing, to utilizing the camera like a ringmaster in Cirque du Soleil. The screen…
A man had died.
He was to register in hell.
He waited in front of a large door.
He waited a day, two.
He waited weeks. Months.
Finally a man walked past him.
The man waiting addressed him:
"Perhaps you can help me.
I'm supposed to register in hell."
The other man
looks him up and down
"But sir, this here is hell."
"Babyteeth is ostensibly about a dying teenage girl who falls in love for the first time, but what it's about is different from what it actually is. What it is is a story about four people dealing with the unexpected in their lives, be it cancer, loss, love. The characters sometimes face the unexpected with grace, and sometimes with the opposite of grace. They act out, throw tantrums, push each other away. They fumble, make mistakes, apologize badly, self-medicate (or…
"Here we are looking at a whole new aesthetic, where plot and narrative devices take a back seat to mood, music, and the sensuality of visual images. Character development is often distilled into moments. There is a quality of timelessness—The Floating World translated to the scope screen.
Of all the B studio directors, the one who perhaps most deservedly has earned the title auteur is Seijun Suzuki. Of the forty-two films Suzuki made for Nikkatsu, the final fourteen films he…
At night I'm driving in your car
Pretending that we'll leave this town
We're watching all the street lights fade
And now you're just a stranger's dream
I took your picture from the frame
And now you're nothing like you seem
Your shadow fell like last night's rain
What year is this?