Monday, December 2, 2013

Watched: Die Welle (The Wave)

A fascinating, if imperfect, thought experiment taken to its logical (and upsetting) conclusion. The film uses a compulsory after-school project in a German high school as a societal microcosm and positions the teacher, normally a man who revels in punk rock, irreverence, and anarchic principles, to stir it up into an autocracy all in the name of making a point, an answer to the defiant statement one of his students makes early on in the film: "There could never be another dictatorship in Germany". What starts out as the students reluctantly playing along burns brighter and brighter until it reaches a fever pitch, at which point no one's quite sure they understand the thing they've created together anymore. While this does require a good deal of imagination stretching, as this whole project takes place in just one week, if you allow for the purposes of drama to suppose that these kids are just bored enough to give themselves over entirely in the span of 5 days to something, anything to fill the hole that boredom and freedom has given them, it just about works. And even if it doesn't, it's a hell of an interesting question, and an even more interesting suggestion of an answer, anyway.

It's certainly better than motherfucking Only God Forgives.









Watched: The Guard

Bleak. Funny, darkly. Lackadaisical. Clever. Irish.










Sunday, December 1, 2013

Watched: Smashed

Subjectively and objectively I would have to say that this is decidedly a good movie with strong performances, great writing, and an interesting story and yet I sat there for its entirety cringing, both unable to look away and wishing the whole ordeal was over already. Which I guess is not dissimilar to what real addiction might look and feel like. Good movie. Will not watch again.






Saturday, November 30, 2013

Watched: Only God Forgives

I have actually watched several compelling, interesting, engaging and/or funny movies lately and have also had a couple of interesting adventures in Hungary and elsewhere (I went to Belgium for the weekend, you know, no big deal) and yet today I am in a strange mood and want to dedicate an entire post to making fun of Nicolas Winding Refn. What can I say? The heart wants what it wants.


 (whisper) art...

 ...art....



 Art....

Art.


 ART.

 ART.



 ART!
 ART!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Refn still has my grudging respect as an aesthete, but not much more. In the past I'd always excused his exclusion (or damning portrayal) of women from his films since I figured, hey, if he wants to focus solely on the interiority of the lives of men, it's not like there's a lack of those films, but what the hell? It's his movie. But honestly this movie was so slow, so painstakingly composed to be a never-ending series of tableau vivantes (art) and splashes of color (art!) and as always, flashes of brutal, abrupt violence (ART!!), that I paused it about an hour in to go get a snack and watch something else and had to force myself to come back to it. I'm not saying it's not a beautiful movie, no one could ever deny Refn of having that gift. But otherwise... this is just so alternatively shocking-for-shock's-sake, boring, and ridiculously stupid that I can't recommend watching it. Not even for the Gosling fans; he barely speaks and his face gets pummeled into the image of rotten tomato about 2/3 of the way through.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Reading: The Brothers Karamazov

What comfort is it to me that there are none 
guilty and that cause follows effect simply and 
directly, and that I know it? — I must have justice, 
or I will destroy myself. And not justice in some 
remote infinite time and space, but here on earth, 
and that I could see myself. I have believed in it. I 
want to see it, and if I am dead by then, let me rise 
again, for if it all happens without me, it will be too 
unfair. Surely I haven’t suffered simply that I, my 
crimes and my sufferings, may manure the soil of 
the future harmony for somebody else. I want to 
see with my own eyes the hind lie down with the 
lion and the victim rise up and embrace his 
murderer. I want to be there when everyone 
suddenly understands what it has all been for. 

--Ivan Fyodorovitch Karamazov, Book 5, Chapter 4: The Rebellion


This book is really great and also is kicking my ass.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Watched: The Piano

I feel like for about a decade after it was made (and maybe still so, although it's not as commonly referenced anymore) this movie was the punching bag, the go-to scapegoat of anyone who wanted to discuss pretension or precociousness in the indie film industry. But, I don't know, I still really enjoy it. I think it's a weird, sideways approach to your typical costume drama-romance and it's beautifully made. I'm not apologizing for liking this one. I just do.








Watched: Thor

Mindless, beautiful entertainment.