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Rampop II wrote:
crumbsroom wrote:
Also, that comb abuse scene was all kinds of discomfort. That kid was legit crying and friendly old Rudy just kept combing and combing and picking and picking. Like a true auteur, he wouldn't stop until he got his perfect shot. And a child crumpled into tears on the side of the road
I know I ought to be ashamed of myself for laughing at that scene. I'm not in the habit of laughing at suffering 2 year–olds. I'd like to think Rudy gave the kid a hug and some ice cream afterwards.
Or some watermelon... d'ohhhhh!!! I'm going to Hell!!!
It's this goddamn wildfire smoke, clouding my senses.
Putting aside that it wasn't nice to that kid, those are the moments in these kind of films I live for. Not that I want to see the hair of children ripped out of their heads, but there is so much to take in from that scene. Something is actually happening. You start to think about what your seeing. You wonder if he is aware the child is really crying. Or if he knows and wants him to cry even more?
These are the basic kind of cinematic questions I like to fill my head with.
I wish I liked the movie more.
It was okay.
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Say that reminds me, what's this from?
crumbsroom wrote:
3.5/5
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Rampop II wrote:
Say that reminds me, what's this from?
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crumbsroom wrote:
3.5/5
The Legend of Boggy Creek
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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.
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I wish I painted this.
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An excavation of a troubled family history. Each new detail the director comes upon, whether on audio cassettes filled with interviews with family members, or video images taken by a father which are hauntingly empty of any people, while seeming to clarify our narrators hazy memories of childhood, at the same time pushes his recollections into a dreamier and dreamier place. Memory, fantasy and reality become indistinguisable from eachother. As it inevitably has to be since our lives are composed of random details which we squeeze into the story shapes we require to know who we actually are. In this case, a musician who channels these graspings at what he remembers from his earliest days into his compositions.
This mysterious documentary is both deeply personal and a total abstraction. Kind of a mini masterpiece for those into such hard to define things.
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I clearly reject sobriety.
I clearly am doomed.
Oh well.
Blurp.
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Great great greatness.
5/5
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Damn, Tilda used to be fiiiiinnnneeee.
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Rock wrote:
Damn, Tilda used to be fiiiiinnnneeee.
Sorry, I should have posted something less thirsty.
The only things I’ve seen from that director are The German Chainsaw Massacre and Terror 2000. I found the former shrill but compelling and the latter shrill and tiresome. I suppose I should see his Udo Kier Hitler movie.
I’m guessing this is artier and less shrill than the ones I’ve seen.
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Apparently he has a movie with Udo Kier and Kitten Natividad that sounds wildly offensive?
*adds to watchlist*
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Rock wrote:
Rock wrote:
Damn, Tilda used to be fiiiiinnnneeee.
Sorry, I should have posted something less thirsty.
The only things I’ve seen from that director are The German Chainsaw Massacre and Terror 2000. I found the former shrill but compelling and the latter shrill and tiresome. I suppose I should see his Udo Kier Hitler movie.
I’m guessing this is artier and less shrill than the ones I’ve seen.
I think it would definitely count as shrill. But not overly so. It's far from Female Trouble level.
I don't have any great way to describe it beyond moody and unhinged and very close to being completely impenetrable. But at the same time, as experimental as much of it is, I didn't find it a difficult watch. But I was dialled in on what it was doing right from the get go, so one would probably know early on if it was for them
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Where's this Licorice Pizza write-up, crumbs?
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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
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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?
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Or maybe its just easier to ask for some words on Licorice Pizza then.
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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
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I give a shit. About curiosity. About conversation.
Let them brain-balls breathe here.
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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.