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Friday, April 30, 2010
The Sadness - reflections and observations
Tribeca Film Festival 2010 Awards
TRIBECA WINNERS
By Jason Guerrasio
The winners of this year’s Tribeca Film Festival were announced tonight. Feo Aladag’s When We Leave received the fest’s top honor, the Founders Award for Best Narrative. The film follows a woman and her son as they try to escape her husband’s abuse and finds shelter with a family in Berlin. Best Documentary went toAlexandra Codina’s Monica & David, which highlights a couple living with Down syndrome.
Other winners include Dana Adam Shaprio’s Monogamy taking home the New York Competition category and the outlandish comedy Spork won the first ever Best Feature in the Tribeca Film Festival Virtual category.
Full list of winners below. Just Follow the links.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Bill Hicks - On Marketing
The Onion - News In Brief 01
Man At Very Top Of Food Chain Chooses Bugles
Monday, April 26, 2010
Retro Recommendation - Mr. Show with Bob and David (1995)
Britain had "Monty Python." Canada had "SCTV." And America? We had "Mr. Show with Bob and David." Unfortunately, most viewers didn't know it. Created by and starring David Cross ("Arrested Development") and Bob Odenkirk, the sublime "Mr. Show" broke conceptual ground for sketch comedy in America when it hit the late-night air for HBO in 1995. Each half hour episode explored a theme and wrapped it with numerous live and taped skits, plus movies, around it. Sketches meld into one another, never giving audiences a chance to catch their breath. It feels like you are watching stream of conscious humor, yet the design is tight and extremely focused. The writing was smart, blisteringly funny and dark, and no target was off limits. "If you hear about it, it's so weird," observed Odenkirk of their approach. "But if you see it you don't think that for a minute." Try describing their hallucinogenic Sid and Marty Kroft parody "Welcome to Druggachusettes" or "Jeepers Creepers," their homage to "Jesus Christ Superstar," or a tearfully ironic commercial for "the New KKK," and you'll likely get blank stares from the uninitiated. Show them the skits, and you'll be picking them up off the floor. Ironically, normally groundbreaking HBO never understood "Mr. Show"' s sense of humor, and fought with Bob and David during the entire run, finally cancelling the show after four short seasons. Fanatical word of mouth kept interest in the show alive however, and in addition to releasing the DVDs, Bob and David launched a successful live theater tour of the show in 2001.
For more info on Mr. Show and updates on Bob and David, follow the link to The Bob and Davider. For full cast, crew, and production info, link here: Mr. Show.
Below are a couple of short sketches from the show that offer a taste of what to expect:
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Filmmaker Quotes: Cassavetes
"Most people don’t know what they want or feel. And for everyone, myself included, It’s very difficult to say what you mean when what you mean is painful. The most difficult thing in the world is to reveal yourself, to express what you have to… As an artist, I feel that we must try many things – but above all, we must dare to fail. You must have the courage to be bad – to be willing to risk everything to really express it all." –John Cassavetes
'Persian Cats' Exposes Repression Of Musicians In Iran - NPR - Featured Film of Interest
Ohhh, Those 'South Park' Boys - In Trouble Again...
Jon Stewart 'South Park' Rant On 'The Daily Show' Watch Entire Rant Here [VIDEO]
NASA's New Eye on the Sun Delivers Stunning First Images
On Hubble's Anniversary, A Look Up and A Look Back
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
"I don't believe in Zimmerman" - Images of Cool
Oh Dylan - so many personas in one mind - and they're all, at the least, intriguing. Thanks to the blog, If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger..., for the borrowed images.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Count Down to Festival de Cannes 2010
Bressonian Quote #8 - Notes from a Master Filmmaker
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Absurdity of the Moment - #01
Protesters From Westboro Baptist Church in Kansas Take Aim at WV Miners - NY Times
Protesters From Westboro Baptist Church in Kansas Take Aim at WV Miners - NY Times
By BERNIE BECKER
Published: April 8, 2010
MONTCOAL W.V. — Protesters from Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka, Kan., headed to the Upper Big Branch mine Thursday morning to convey the message that the explosion there that left 25 miners dead was a result of e-mail messages allegedly sent from West Virginia threatening the Church and its publisher, according to a statement from the Church.The church, which is led by Fred Phelps, has attracted attention in recent years by showing up at funerals for soldiers who have died in Iraq and Afghanistan. At those funerals they carry signs that say that God hates homosexuality and that the death of soldiers in Iraq and Afghanistan is God’s way of punishing the United States for its tolerance of it.
“This whole nation is awash in rebellious sin and defiance of God, His standard, and His servant’s faithful words,” a news release on the church’s Web site said Thursday morning.
The statement said the church had received threats about a trip to West Virginia and Virginia scheduled to begin Thursday.
“So God reached down and smacked one of those mines, killing 25 (and likely four more are dead),” it said. “Now you moan and wallow in self-pity, and pour over the details of the dead rebels’ lives, pretending they’re heroes.”
According to its Web site, the church is scheduled to protest at several locations in Virginia and West Virginia, Thursday through Sunday, including at the West Virginia state capitol and the Hillel on the Virginia Tech campus.
Last month the Supreme Court agreed to decide whether the father of a Marine killed in Iraq may sue protesters from the church who picketed his son’s funeral with signs that read “God Hates You” and “Thank God for Dead Soldiers.”
I've never wanted a wild West Virginian to shoot someone before now, hmm. Where are those "squeel like a pig" guys when you need them? Some people may deserve to die, but it wasn't the miners...
Links concerning this event:
Phelps' son says "God Hates Fags" church could turn violent - The Huffington Post
Friday, April 9, 2010
Fish Tank - Highly Recommended Film
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Two Monks of Different Orders: Images of Intrigue
I penned the suckiest movie ever - sorry!
Let me start by apologizing to anyone who went to see "Battlefield Earth."
It wasn't as I intended -- promise. No one sets out to make a train wreck. Actually, comparing it to a train wreck isn't really fair to train wrecks, because people actually want to watch those.
It started, as so many of my choices do, with my Willy Wonker.
It was 1994, and I had read an article in Premiere magazine saying that the Celebrity Center, the Scientology epicenter in Los Angeles, was a great place to meet women.
Follow the link to read more - nothing too spectacular, just funny: http://www.nypost.com/p/entertainment/movies/penned_the_suckiest_movie_ever_sorry_
This certainly earns him some level of forgiveness... but then again, he did go to Scientology meetings to meet women. Hmm?
Bressonian Quote #7 - Notes from a Master Filmmaker
Monday, April 5, 2010
Leaves of Grass - Featured Film of Interest
Edward Norton as a pot farmer and his intellectual brother.
BY ROGER EBERT / March 28, 2010"Leaves of Grass" has been acquired by a new distributor and rescheduled for release in the summer of 2010.
Tim Blake Nelson's "Leaves of Grass" is some kind of sweet, wacky masterpiece. It takes all sorts of risks, including a dual role with Edward Norton playing twin brothers, and it pulls them off. It is certainly the most intelligent, philosophical and poetic film I can imagine that involves five murders in the marijuana-dealing community of Oklahoma and includes John Prine singing "Illegal Smile."Sometimes you can't believe your luck as a movie unfolds. There is a mind behind it, joyful invention, obvious ambition. As is often the case, I had studiously avoiding reading anything at all about "Leaves of Grass" before going to see the movie, although I rather doubted it would be about Walt Whitman. What I did know is that the actor Tom Blake Nelson has written and directed three films I enormously admired: "Eye of God" (1997), "O" (2001) and "The Grey Zone" (2001), all three dealing in a concrete dramatic way with important questions: Religion, redemption, race, the Holocaust. And that the actorEdward Norton has never agreed to appear in a film he didn't believe he had reason to respect.
You can link through the post-title for Ebert's full review, and cast and credits.
The Bible Salesman - by Jacob Mertens
The Bible Salesmen
- The men wear clean suits pinned against their flesh and mechanic smiles.
- They stop me in the street and ask me about our savior, the one on the left clutching a leather briefcase filled with books all saying the same words.
- Books should say different words.
- Books are not meant to say the same thing. Language is meant to be a reckless creature constantly changing, contradicting itself, and so on.
- I ask the man on the right how many bibles he owns.
- I know that it’s more than one and I’m wondering what’s the point of owning several copies of the same book.
- He owns six copies.
- He has seven bibles on him.
- He has sold eight bibles already.
- I tell him the book is repetitive. Man sins, God gets pissed off, man gets comeuppance, learns lesson. I stopped reading about ninety pages in.
- They smile knowingly at each other, the one on the left preparing a canned speech for the salvation of my eternal soul. You would think the two were getting a commission.
- Fuck that.
- I interrupt him somewhere in the dying for my sins part. I ask the other guy why he has six bibles.
- The guy on the left is upset that his speech is getting interrupted, upset that I only want to talk to the guy on the right, upset that he always gets stuck carrying the briefcase.
- The other guy talks about different translations or study bibles with liner notes or extras to keep on hand just in case some stark raving mad sinner comes pounding on his door demanding a bible, foaming, raving, only to be soothed by the clear and succinct words of the Lord God Almighty speaking “Go forth my son” and so on and so forth.
- Alright, fine, let’s talk about the bible then.
- How come God is such an asshole in the bible? God drowns the whole fucking world man? Doesn’t that feel like he was overreacting a little? Couldn’t he just talk it out, express his feelings, communicate, something? I tell you what, God needs anger management, he’s fucking cranky. Also apples are delicious! What the hell was he thinking? You make that shit a forbidden cucumber I guarantee nobody is touching it.
- The guy on the right thinks I’m missing the point.
- The guy on the left is leafing through a script he printed out, trying to find a way to get back on track. He starts stammering about the Kingdom of Heaven.
- My great concern is to see these two as real people. Their bodies radiating the warmth of recycled blood, their thoughts sticking to their tongues like wet cotton, afraid of fear, adoring of adoration, loving of love, and so on until they become the same organic mass of chemicals as everything, breathing in the scattered atoms of the universe but only seeing truth in a book written by schizophrenics. Their words taking the shape of a dead cult still throttling the unconscious conscience of a people terrified by this single dominating thought of death that seems so fucking abstract and cruel that their God takes the form of this cruelty and yet they only choose to see it as love. God is ever loving and yet perfectly willing to send me to hell for not buying a bible and not joining his son’s social organization of baptized wine drinking automatons muttering their “amens”, “and also with yous”, and so on and so forth. God is ever loving but would send my mother to hell for being a perfectly nice and peaceful Buddhist. God is ever loving but would send anyone to hell, I don’t fucking care, God is God, God is great, God is all powerful and no one is beyond saving unless God is lazy. God is ever loving but hides behind his green curtain like the wizard, screaming “Faith! Faith! Trust me, it will all make sense after you’re gone.” That doesn’t even make sense! If that’s what God is then fuck him, give me eternal suffering on principle.
- The guy on the left tells me the bibles are twelve dollars.
Anti-Poetry by Jacob Mertens
Fuck poetry
Sifting through the vomit of
Saints, and holding their random
Thoughts to light like spider webs
Sticking to my fingers
Fuck you Whitman, Dickinson, Hughes, Ginsberg
I have enough thoughts of my own
Yeah but my thoughts aren't ugly
Beautiful, they aren't crazed
Mad meditations of sand traps, they
Don't fit in iambic pentameter, I don't
know what iambic pentameter is,
Someone told me once and I
Thought "Huh, is that all?"
And promptly forgot
And pretty scenery, haikus with
Hummingbirds and damp rain, ah don't
It fill your soul with radio broadcasted enlightened
Microwaves, yeah I don't even
Know what that means, but I can make
It so I know that's all I'm saying
And the scenery--
How's a table with a trash bag filled with clothes, a mess of opened and unopened mail, how's a house full of cats that aren't mine sleeping, and the weeds in the back so overgrown they crawl over the glass and Son House muttering monologues over the computer and a refrigerator full of real estate agent magnets and pictures of distant family members that I've probably never talked to unless I have and I've forgotten and frankly that's no better and jugs of purified water because the tap probably has cancer and one stupid fucking fly stuttering around reenacting imagined scenes from the Red Baron and buzzing his filtered Nazi propaganda that he learned from the History Channel and if there was a smell I'd be used to it by now and running down the other five senses I got sight sound smell touch taste and I've only done two but the others are boring so fuck it right along with everything else.
Poetry is too serious anyway, I'm
too serious anyway, anything's too serious
Anyway and it's Words. You know what
Else is words--
A is for Aardvark
B is for Bear
C is for Cougar
D is for Deer
E is for Elephant
Is that poetry, cause that I like