Say that reminds me, what's this from?   

crumbsroom wrote:

3.5/5
 

If you ever want to reduce what I love about low budget or 'bad' movies, the word Liberation is probably the best. Where others see constraints caused by the lack of money the filmmakers have, or the shackles of little technical knowledge, or the fingercuffs of whatever mental problems or delusions some of the creators may be suffering from, I see this as only a place to jump off from in any direction. These supposed limitations only make it so we cannot expect the expected. Due to necessity or due to incompetence or just simple weirdness, these movies can't fit a form. They bleed all over the place. And it is a beautiful seeping.

Unless it is Birdemic. With the exception a handful of scenes, this is a 'bad' film where it is fair to say the creators are stuck and have nowhere to go. It becomes a one trick pony of bad bird graphics and machine guns. If everything a movie gives you can be found in an excerpt on YouTube, you've got a problem. Yes, there is a nice moment where a man who lives in the woods has to cut his long exposition monologue short to hide in his tree house because he hears a mountain lion approaching, but otherwise this movie is as dead inside as any of the weakest superhero films or lousy Oscar bait I so loathe. I almost felt I began to understand why so many  people hate the kinds of movies I like, as I imagine my restlessness during this is very similar to how other people feel if they are watching Things. Or Boardinghouse. Or A Night to Dismember. But unlike these, which are beautiful examples of true outsider art, Birdemic is simply about the failure. It has no liberation from the prison of modern filmmaking. It is just a boring and bad movie with little more for me to say about it.
 

4/5
 

I clearly reject sobriety.
I clearly am doomed.
Oh well.
Blurp.
 

Damn, Tilda used to be fiiiiinnnneeee.

Apparently he has a movie with Udo Kier and Kitten Natividad that sounds wildly offensive?

*adds to watchlist*

Where's this Licorice Pizza write-up, crumbs?

crumbsroom wrote:

Jinnistan wrote:

Where's this Licorice Pizza write-up, crumbs?

I don't think I've ever written one. I really haven't written anything movie related for about six months, and I think I saw that at the beginning of my disenchantment, so no dice

Hey.  Wait a second.  I started this forum about six months ago.  What kind of disenchantment are we talking about here?

Jinnistan wrote:

crumbsroom wrote:

Jinnistan wrote:

Where's this Licorice Pizza write-up, crumbs?

I don't think I've ever written one. I really haven't written anything movie related for about six months, and I think I saw that at the beginning of my disenchantment, so no dice

Hey.  Wait a second.  I started this forum about six months ago.  What kind of disenchantment are we talking about here?

The dual disappointment of realizing everyone is too annoying of stupid to talk movies over at movieforums, and the ever constant frustration of realizing the kind of shit you have to write for a publication to be interested it publishing.

Mostly, the realizing that this is the world and people just don't give a shit about thought. About curiosity. About conversation.

It doesn't help that being stranded in Hamilton away from all of my friends I could talk about these things with are in another city and I can't get there because of my stupid hours at work.

Basically living in the never ending agony of my brain having some kind of blue balls syndrome

Jinnistan wrote:

I give a shit.  About curiosity.  About conversation.

Let them brain-balls breathe here.

Boring people just depress me beyond reason. I don't know how you can get through life and just be an absolute nothing. How you can watch loads of movies, and not have a fucking thing to say. I'm sure my despondency over this somehow is related to just how awful humanity seems to be currently. And that if art can't even generate something illuminating in how we communicate with eachother, things must be real grim.