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!