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Another cursed object form the Amityville house is out, and this time it's terrorizing a loft full of GenX artists who drink coffee at a cafe called Ground Zero and listen to goth Chant CDs. Shaft and Locke costar. Shot by Christopher Nolan's most frequent DP Wally Pfister!
I had avoided this because it's not literally about a suit made out of ice cream and it's a Stuart Gordon directed movie that isn't rated R. I apparently had been missing out on a charming, weird, vaguely coked out comedy that at times verges on the absurd five adult straight guy roommates situations of Stella. Olmos comedy chops are a revelation (plus he's the man behind the dumpster at Winkies for the first half of the movie). And Sid Caesar is in it too!
Fiddling with the aerial doesn't always make the signal more clear. The cat is both dead and not dead (Clive understands the dead cat, but not the math). The man in the prologue is or isn't a dybbuk. The bookends suggest an unbroken cycle that may or may not relate to what characters have and haven't done. "Accept the mystery."
Rabbi Nachtner: "We can't know everything."
Larry Gopnik: "It sounds like you don't know anything! Why even tell me this…
"There's no tomorrow... Know why, baby? 'Cause it'll never get here." _ Jacques Renault, blank as a fart
"Good morning, America" - Carl, after 9 a.m.
Edges out The Sopranos hard cut to black scored with "Don't Stop Believin'" in the category of greatest way (/metastatement) to end a TV series. Opening on a television showing static (that is subsequently smashed), it's hard not to read some aspects as Lynch venting frustrations. Characters literally vanish. Cooper is anxious to see…