“I reckon that troll can help you if you just let him into your heart...your heart...your heart...your heart...your heart...”
So I watched the first hour of this yesterday and was having a hard time getting into it because I was distracted and kind of in a bad mood. I paused it and intended to return today and just finish the last 35 minutes, but instead I decided to start it over from the beginning and give it my full attention. When it was over, I watched two of the featurettes on the Scream Factory BluRay, AND I…
LA Plays With Itself (Well, Mostly SF and NY)
In a way, every movie is an accidental documentary. Little time capsules of people, days, and places; fashions, societal norms, and body types. The first Weird Wednesday I ever went to was a nudie cutie from 1968 called “All The Way Down” and my first real observation from it was that female body types had changed a lot since back then. I had similar thoughts mentally interacting with “Ask Any Buddy”…
“Go to America. They’ll buy anything.”
While this is surprisingly mostly in English, it has that sort of universal visual and absurdist humor that transcends. For being so successful at that particular brand of crowd-pleasing Comedy, I’m giving it an extra half-star. The past is an endless well of surprises. I saw an image on social media for this movie and I had never heard of it before in my life, so I added it to my watchlist and decided…
My first Lowery; it was more compelling than I thought it was going to be. Pristine looking from frame one, made me wish I had experienced it in the theater. Strangely reminded me of something like “The Neverending Story,” a collection of side stories on the hero’s journey. It’s been a long time since I have seen a film like this. Dug it.
If you go to an art museum, you just stand there and stare. The paintings don’t move or entertain, you stand there with the art and you think about it. There are a lot of long takes in “Queen of Diamonds” and during them I thought about stuff, life, my day, and what this movie was even about. A woman stares at a burning tree, the shot lingers long enough that now I am the one staring at…