redders: (bored lou reed)
Apparently, yes. That old twice-a-month resolution sure fell through in November, now, didn't it?

I still feel a bit determined to ATTEMPT writing posts now and then. So let's do a second rec post, with the same categories, perhaps a bit shorter.

recs! )
redders: (america's pasttime)
Ah, last "true" weekend of the summer, how I love you! E-even if I'm spending most of you napping on the couch. It's a good thing!

Honestly, I've just been trying to get what I can out of the summer, laze-wise, because--while my class schedule appears to be less crapshit insane than some of what I was doing in the last year and my longest hauls will be weekends at the job, I always seem to do less napping and sitting around during a quarter, even if I have a lot of free time...

I did, however, go out to see Burn After Reading with [ profile] deadtrain on Wednesday!

Quick spoiler-free review: it was fantastic. )

Of course, prior to the movie we had to deal with the intolerable commercials. Previews are fine (though the only two that seemed remotely good were for Frost/Nixon--haha, inadvertently funny punctuation, sorry filmmakers D:--and of course Milk) but... Did you know there's some honestly terrifying National Guard commercials on before films now? With... with Kid Rock singing? And montages about how America is all about, in order: marching, waving flags, shooting things, NASCAR, hitting village children with a tank, and calling people "WARRIOR"? The entire audience seemed appalled (probably we wouldn't have got this thing if we'd been good consumers and trucked up to a Landmark cinema, but in the conglomo one you get the spooky middle America dish you're served), and of course everyone laughed at the punchline: a paunchy guy in a white polo who popped up at the end, informing us we could download this tune on Yahoo!. Aaaaahhhh! AMERICA, HELL YES.

Also, yesterday I made a cake. From a box. It's party cake, and I was robbed of my opportunity to eat solely cake for dinner by a uncaring friend who came over with beer, a demand for frozen pizza, and a copy of Inside Deep Throat. The nerve.
redders: (rhps tattoo)
Much to my pleasure, today's movie did not include any intrusive German women. Indeed, the audience was a rather pleasant and crowded one--the woman sitting next to me laughed at all the correct moments. Which were, given today's pick, pretty much the whole time. Not that it was irritating--indeed, I was laughing the whole time, too.

There's really not much I can put into words as far as Princess Raccoon is concerned. I can summarize the genre (contemporary Japanese, comedy, musical.) I can tell you what it's about (the princess of the Tanuki falls in love with a human, which isn't supposed to happen. And the human just happens to be a prince, and The Prettiest Dude in the World.) I can even tell you the other--extremely awesome--movies the director, Seijun Suzuki, has made (dear Pistol Opera: I love you.) But I just can't convey, in writing, how innovative and beautiful the set designs and effects were, or how hilarious the soundtrack was, or how great Tokyo Ska Paradise looks with dyed red hair.

I mean, I can try and tell you about how the sets are ornate in one scene, and like a college production of West Side Story in the next. And I'll endeavor to describe how the characters will suddenly leap into and interact with silk paintings. I'd love to describe the sudden flamenco dancing, and the weird male version of Snow White. But honestly, dudes? You are all Just Going to Have To See It. Like all the best things in life, it's beautiful, hilarious, and completely batshit insane.
redders: (sulky lou reed)
As I said in my last post, SIFF is going on right now. The Seattle International Film Fest is an insanely huge festival, lasting for three weeks and taking up five theaters. Unfortunately, this year I'm insanely poor, so I'm only going to three or four movies, out of a bajillion. Boohoo.

Taking that into consideration, I decided if I could only see so few this year, one really should be four hours long. And, if at all possible, about children dying of cancer.

Yes, that's right--while everyone else takes in the fancy special effects and AARP-sanctioned gay sex of X3, I went to see the world's most cheerful documentary, A Lion in the House. The movie is in two parts with an intermission, due to the length. Part one shows you how charming, brave, and gosh-darn cute these three kids are. And part two lets you see the slow, painful deaths.

Honestly, though, the movie is well-made and--as a whole--avoids sentimentality. Personally, the parts I found most intriguing were when the unequal nature of a capitalistic health care system were shown in stark detail. One family had to be slowly talked out of continuously resuscitating their kid after he'd been fighting leukemia for over ten years. Whereas the inner-city lymphoma kid's mom basically had to give up at the first sign of poor oxygen intake, because Medicaid wasn't going to pay up... The whole film gives you such great faith for the American medical system!

I thought I'd have more to say on the documentary... But, sadly, all I can think about is this irritating German woman who came in over an hour after the movie started! First of all, SIFF has postings everywhere saying there's no late seating. Secondly, she sat right behind me, even though the auditorium was largely empty (the movie was playing in competition with five other SIFF selections, none of which were about kids slowly dying, and one of which was the much-anticipated Nick Cave feature, The Proposition. Even I would have been at that, were it not playing at The Varsity in a week or so). Then, she asked me what she'd missed, and she would laugh at totally inappropriate scenes. Curse you, German lady! God, she even followed me into the bathroom during intermission to ask me "how I was liking the movie," and to tell me about how much she disliked American documentaries. Look, you might like them, if you would watch one from the beginning.

Hopefully my pick for tomorrow will have a less irritating audience...
redders: (katamari - disco prince!)
The college finally took their money. I guess I shouldn't have worried so much about them changing their minds on letting me in the class, somehow... I guess I just like to worry. I was also just generally depressed all day yesterday for some weird reason--probably just because I've been very busy lately, and yesterday was a slow day--so that didn't help any.

Oh well! They have their money, and I had an awesome day today. [ profile] fiveagainsttwo made it up here, and we had some fine conveyor-belt sushi. And then I went out to see Drawing Restraint 9, a surreal movie about whaling, Bjork, and animal guts, which has the rather dubious honor of being the first movie I've seen that had to list a supplier for a massive amount of petroleum jelly in the credits.

Next week SIFF begins! Too bad I'm going to be laid up for a large chunk of it...
redders: (bats!)
Today, the SO and I decided that we hadn't been out to see a movie lately. And, rather than going to a good movie--which we're just always doing--we decided: yea, let's try a crappy one. So we went to see Underworld: Evolution.

And holy shit, it is the funniest movie evar. I highly recommend it. Because, uh, that autopsy part of marching band always kicked my ass...

The movie also reminded me how much I love decent Shakespearean actors in shitty American films. Because, oh my god. Derek Jacobi, how much crack did you need to buy to be in that? I mean, you're not even Patrick Stewart, who has made 90% of his career on Being A Shakespearean Actor In Something Not So Good. I mean, heck, the worst thing I can remember you being in was when you played the voice of Nicodemus in The Secret of NIMH. The entire situation had made me ponder starting a community for people who like to watch knighted actors buy themselves new cars via Hollywood productions. I believe the most appropriate name for such a community would be WhyyyyyClaudius.

In other movie news, I went to see the actually good movie Caché yesterday. And was reminded how much I want to have Michael Haneke's babies.

I've never been to a theater to see one of his films before, and it was a pretty amusing experience: 90% of a Haneke film is waiting for something extremely horrible to happen, and it was amusing to see the reactions of others when that other shoe finally dropped. My favorite of his films still remains to be Funny Games, although I did appreciate the political commentary of Caché. Usually his movies are, like Herzog's, just about how Humans In General Are Untrustworthy Evil Creatures. With Caché, it was more "Yea, humans are evil. But in particular, the war--and our disassociation with it--is evil."

And, okay. I'm going to stop talking about Things Wot No One Cares About.


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