bloody marvelous tv series i happened to rate this week at filmaffinity

(and yeah, i'm sorry about the gilmore girls saddoes)

bloody magnificent movies from the last month or so

and now for the domestic macguffin

sunrise on lake pontchartrain/ curious case of bb/ desplat



a very soppy movie.
revolutionary road/ thomas newman



a very funny movie. like desplechin. and it rings true.
a mcguffin is when you say one thing when you mean another.
but feist looks like ana karina here in i feel it all:



i've had a string of pretty amazing weeks that consisted in just watching movies. friday night, when i ate this one, was remarkable, with its arty/potboiler combo, eastwood and streep seem to be singing... sid vicious. i watched it years ago in the tcm years and, no, i don't identify with streep but with, as ever, eastwood. that would be the last thing i need, i'd be wearing prada... or... identifying with costner! or let's just say i identify with all, yet none in particular.



leaving communal movies for a second, i swear, i turned the tv on and i nearly puked. so this is what the majorities watch!
i'll be rememorating the rohmer cycle in no time. a life with no art.. is no life at all.
ajá! so life is only art!
if i may take a cheesy line.
(death by dialogue)



and then i couldn't find the herpes scene in last days of disco:



i've always found those hormone baths incredibly needy. and those restaurants of such... poverty.
filmaffinity's jirimenzel is far superior.
what i mean to say is paul ricoeur can go fuck himself!

i forgot street legal is bob dylan's best album!

and those bootlegs from 78, not the budokan official one, are memorable, with all those saxophones. But this is Sisters and Jess:



and now for some appaloosa: