Bathrooms observed just off an English public footpath... not too welcoming...
Friday, September 28, 2007
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
ironically, after writing a post that discussed the wonders of art that walks the line between tragedy and comedy, I realized I neglected to mention that many movies fall short.
How exactly is Me and You and Everyone We Know a comedy?
A perverted middle aged woman kissing a little boy is not funny- neither is a fat old man "talking dirty" to two teenage sexually curious girls. They are kids, not consenting adults. It's tragic. The film shows the wide range in human nature. No one really gets hurt but... is this really funny?
It's only sad because it happens. Kids get roped into sexual conversations when they're too young to understand what they're saying, or what the older "should know better" adult really means.
I love movies that explore the various levels of human nature but what is the message in this movie? How can confused kids being exploited ever be beautiful or funny?
Sad.
How exactly is Me and You and Everyone We Know a comedy?
A perverted middle aged woman kissing a little boy is not funny- neither is a fat old man "talking dirty" to two teenage sexually curious girls. They are kids, not consenting adults. It's tragic. The film shows the wide range in human nature. No one really gets hurt but... is this really funny?
It's only sad because it happens. Kids get roped into sexual conversations when they're too young to understand what they're saying, or what the older "should know better" adult really means.
I love movies that explore the various levels of human nature but what is the message in this movie? How can confused kids being exploited ever be beautiful or funny?
Sad.
Monday, April 30, 2007
so talking about humor-
my dad just called me to inform me- that after a recent burglary in my grandmother's apartment- my aunt developed a secret code where she would bark to let my grandmother know it was her.
the building's gardener alerted the landlady that my grandmother had a pet dog. (against tenant regulations).
What an absolutely absurd situation.
my dad just called me to inform me- that after a recent burglary in my grandmother's apartment- my aunt developed a secret code where she would bark to let my grandmother know it was her.
the building's gardener alerted the landlady that my grandmother had a pet dog. (against tenant regulations).
What an absolutely absurd situation.
so i just finished watching about a boy for about the millionth time and stick by my words: movies can make everything better. They reset the mood, and clean the palate just like ginger between maki rolls or the melon sherbet that accompanies a cheese plate.
Sometimes though, the movie needs to be new. Watching a movie for the millionth time feels familiar. I notice new things, watch it in a new context etc. but... nothing really beats taking in a new character, a new thought.
There's no real concrete no fail module that always works in filling the void as you say goodbye to friends who may disappear for years on end. There's no, no fail method to get your head back in the game. To focus. To say okay: for the next twenty-four hours life and all the things going on in my world and the world in general take second place to my academics. To rules and regulations. To handing things in on time.
also- i watched the commentary this time round- never really do that- inspiring- why? because my favorite type of drama consists of walking the line between comedy and tragedy. I love art that makes me laugh and makes me cry. Humor is my favorite lens for life and I love movies that go there. I love movies and people wrapped in sarcasm and filled with hope. People who recognize absurdity and keep trying to fight the good fight- hay que luchar en la vida- people who recognize the drama- the challenges- and aren't afraid to laugh.
or cry.
Long live comedy.
The ultimate cleaner of palates and teacher of wit.
long live Thornton Wilder's refugee's
long live W;t's heroine
long live Bernard Shaw,
Oscar Wild,
and Nick Hornby.
Long live Kim Cattrall in Who's Life is it Anyway.
George Saunders, Leonard Cohen-
the list could go on...
the end.
amen.
be safe.
Sometimes though, the movie needs to be new. Watching a movie for the millionth time feels familiar. I notice new things, watch it in a new context etc. but... nothing really beats taking in a new character, a new thought.
There's no real concrete no fail module that always works in filling the void as you say goodbye to friends who may disappear for years on end. There's no, no fail method to get your head back in the game. To focus. To say okay: for the next twenty-four hours life and all the things going on in my world and the world in general take second place to my academics. To rules and regulations. To handing things in on time.
also- i watched the commentary this time round- never really do that- inspiring- why? because my favorite type of drama consists of walking the line between comedy and tragedy. I love art that makes me laugh and makes me cry. Humor is my favorite lens for life and I love movies that go there. I love movies and people wrapped in sarcasm and filled with hope. People who recognize absurdity and keep trying to fight the good fight- hay que luchar en la vida- people who recognize the drama- the challenges- and aren't afraid to laugh.
or cry.
Long live comedy.
The ultimate cleaner of palates and teacher of wit.
long live Thornton Wilder's refugee's
long live W;t's heroine
long live Bernard Shaw,
Oscar Wild,
and Nick Hornby.
Long live Kim Cattrall in Who's Life is it Anyway.
George Saunders, Leonard Cohen-
the list could go on...
the end.
amen.
be safe.
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