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:

a spike lee joint

love this scene to fuck, but especially the hands at 2.32, 2.34, 2.52 and 3.10!



Brooklyn! No!!!!!!!!!

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subtitles:

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re: stacks

(avoid pompous bullshit)



dedicated to the land of no substance.

And the following is a combo of Naomi Klein, Bakunin, Proudhon and Marx:

When the Haar rolls in

There are two kinds of appreciation, the intertextual and the subjective. I'm the latter. 3.30am friday night, after a pic about some guy trying to get up Natalia Verbeke's skirt, I'm watching some rather impressive adventurer on Telemandril in a jet plane flying the stratosphere.
Half-assed effort from a week ago (the once every six months effort) at a matchfinding engine (zoosk) gave 3 or 4 hits after a half hour session of intense one liners. I'm not going to pay 75 euros every 6 months just to continue those conversations.

Best album of the year, what can I say.