Misunderstood Movies

“Anamorph” – dir. Henry Miller (2007)

Tragic tragic tragic hero, have a drink. Pull out of your desk & poor into your coffee. Right in the middle of a police station, where all the cops sit & type. Drink while driving to the crime scene. Drink at the crime scene? i think so, but it’s blurred & – are you having a flashback? Awesome, it’s violent & strange. The multiple perspectives are in your blurred memories as they are in (@?) the murder site because you, the prime focal point, are the object[-ive] shining along a spectrum. You have the eye. And the matching sentiment. You are the Detective.

“The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus” – dir. Terry Gilliam (2009)


Leave Mind at home & somehow get to the theatre safely without event. There is not a moment to waste in haste or foolish banter, just go. Wait!, on second thought, instead of leaving your Mind at home, smoking in your easy chair wearing your red satin robe & designer slippers, bring it along. Be kind and allow your Mind to smoke one of your favorites along the way. Why the favorites? Why spoil the Mind? Between you & me, this indulgence is really a last meal. The Reason: that which is leaving the house will not be the same returning: the bar of expectations will comb the giraffes’ toupee. Gilliam discovered CGI.

The Mind will not mind. In fact, the Mind will appreciate the reward of watching “The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus”. So yes, bring the Mind. Think of the reward as a relief from the immediate realities pressing upon its perceptions & imaginations. Unlike “Shutter Island” – dir. Martin Scorsese (2010), the explanation of the mind given by Doctor Parnassus has its merits or rather psychological History as discoursed by East & West. So, go ahead entreat the long hours of your labor by expanding the Mind’s memories & experiences through the expansion of consciousness affected by the movie’s multiple moral points & overall theme. Acute this description through the urgencies & throbbing will of the subconscious, all painted on storytelling screen. Rich & chewy, filth & dirt unfiltered, reality at its source. An aesthetic (anesthetic?) document of the human experience built up in satire, Devil’s details & Gnostic undercurrents – all guided through anal execution. Rushed?


"Play Misty for Me” – dir. Clint Eastwood (1971)


Picking up girls at bars is the best. The best entertainment. The best life-changing experiences. The best way to get rid of your maid & police chief. Simply the Best. If you begin to question why disbelief has been suspended thus far, question first if the question is fair. (Within the context almost two score years past, such films, such stories, interpretations & executions were… almost but not quite at the level of story-telling used to request a song on the radio. “Play ‘Misty’ for Me,” the female voice says coolly. Too coolly & Eastwood is pulled by her charm. In regards to the techniques used to – for example – convey a scene accumulating in angst, fear & violence, the repetition in itself is refined & unexpected, jumping back & forth from the point of view of the sadist to the sadist’s victim, then to the point of view of the masochist to the masochist’s tormentor. Scenes shot from the distance of a mirror & those shot on high hills & helicopters show: the act of traveling. We are lead to observe from the distance of our own reflections or from a distance of watching the details of ants’ labor. The dialog alone summons nostalgia for simpler times. A little too simple at times. Bite into a water-filled rock & assimilate.

“Cat in the Brain” – dir. Lucio Fulci (1990)


The intro will definitely make you hungry. May I recommend eating Italian food in honor of the director, of course? The spaghetti with meatballs in thick marinara sauce? Yes, mam, we do serve such a dish. Allow me to clear these table fixtures out of the way – the spaghetti was ready before you ordered it. What do you mean your spaghetti is moving? It came straight from the kitchen. My eyeballs are meatballs and one’s killing while the other watches? And, you say, the meatballs are really people, not eyeballs. I don’t believe my eyes, i mean, ears.
If only what i saw could be seen by a third-party, if a second-party confirmed & denied what the first & third party reacted to, if the details were exaggerated with hunger, then I’d say we would be able to show the Cat in the Brain.
Do you have any crushed red pepper?


“Lunacy” – dir. Jan Švankmajer (2005)


Disclaimer by the director Jan Švankmajer: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the film you are about to see is a horror film, a horror with all the degeneracy that belongs to this genre. It is not a work of art. Today, art is all but dead anyway, in its place is a sort of reflecting advertisement for the face of Narcissus. Our film can be considered to be an infantile tribute to Edgar Allan Poe from whom I have borrowed a number of motifs; and to the Marquis de Sade to whom the film owes its blasphemy and its subversiveness. The subject of the film is essentially an ideological debate about how to run a lunatic asylum. Basically there are two ways of managing such an institution, each equally extreme. One encourages absolute freedom, the other the old-fashioned, well-tried method of control and punishment. But there is also a third one that combines and exacerbates the very worst aspects of the other two. And that is the madhouse we live in today.”

“Moon” – dir. Duncan Jones (2009)


Kafkaesque hopes for the coming of relief when time is unconvincingly provided: soon I will see beyond the present drudgery, the monotonous bore of living on the moon, & be with the one I love, the one I harvest the moon for.

How Many Licks

Junior lollipops are over-rated. Get the good mass-produced Seniors, the kind that comes in many different flavors, because if they were lucky enough to make one fucking good one, (the “fucking” was added for emphasis), then the 10th might be as good if not more. Keep the hits coming.

In dedication to the hits, the following most Internet-searched words of the day are to be used & abused: crocodile needlefish, intellectual ventures, crystal rock, act test, billionaires for wealth care, lugubrious, & act tips.

Crocodile needlefish! What the hell’s in this crystal rock? Intellectual ventures? Just watch the lugubrious billionaires for wealth care take act tests for act tips.

Stock act tip: Lugubrious crocodile needlefish frozen in crystal rock is the new intellectual venture designed for billionaires for wealth care (principally for those who took the act test.

Billionaires for wealth care made act tips and bought crystal rock for enemas. The crocodile needlefish was just not cutting the act test. Lugubrious, it engages in intellectual ventures.

Crystal rock crocodile needlefish are for the billionaires for wealth care. Take this act tip now & boost their lugubriousness into recycled intellectual ventures for the unwitting of tomorrow.

Lugubrious billionaires for wealth care buy crystal rock. Like crocodile needle fish, they pass act tests. These kinds of act tips are no good for intellectual ventures. Stop the fleecing.

Act test, so behave. No act tips. Pure intellectual ventures are in demand. Do not become lugubrious like billionaires for wealth care on crystal rock or crocodile needlefish.

In Crystal Rock City, the lugubrious is worth intellectual ventures for those billionaires for wealth care. Act tips & act tests are abundant in supply due to crocodile needlefish swimming up urethras.

Intellectual ventures behave like act tips that passed the act test. Neither crocodile needlefish, nor crystal rock will provide substitute. There is no just thing as lugubrious billionaires for wealth care. Or is there?

One idea, two words: Google Bombing.

@ = RFID

The factory works under my cap crawled 'n cracked to an RFID-monster-of-an-article. Despite the ugly brute, my ghost whispers, "Things in & of themselves lack a moral dimension." It is a reminder i’ve set to random & loop especially at times when loopy contemplations are running wild 'n about such topics as the said mammoth of an article; daunting prospects by sticking its finger in the knows of our future with/of RFID's. The title of the beast is “Microchips everywhere: A future vision”. Here we have predictions, as well as quoted pros & cons, and maybe, as in the original Greek:

"----? ? --?--?-- ------??; ? ??--? ???? ??--?--?---- --?? --??--µ?? --?? --?????; --??--µ?? ----? --?--??--?? ------?; ?--? ? --??--µ?? --?--?? ???'."

Or in King James' version:

"Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six."

That was a monkeyshine. Here's Monkeyshines. There's yet another:

It'd be easy of me to preach on this pulpit-type blog, but i would first have to wonder to what ends would my means take shape. Whipped on top of the peach is an instinctive response of repulsion; who'd want to surrender themselves to a firing squad of lectures, dogmatic conversions or proselytizing? But a preachy peach can't be eaten any other day than Sunday, so let's shake off our wigs & robes and try to be neutral: Eat the peach. Allow teeth to sink past the fuzzy navel. Lap the squirting, secreting juices. Dig the tongue deep enough to touch the pit. Through this neutral process we can, hopefully, fearfully, nip the core of the matter square in the balls, or to be consistent with the analogy, in the ovaries. (This neutral approach might work… as it has been hoped to work… by other professionals & friends of these professionals & friends of these friends of the professionals... which would eventually end up qualifying you & me (notice "me," not "i").)

After a second reading it appears that i may have been unclear about the peach along with the other cloud-surfings. Of all those peaches on a peach farm, including the unripe dangling ones & those multi-quality ‘n collected into baskets, the last peach i was promoting was the Peach of Neutrality: The taste has its merits like the way different herbs & spices are known to have their qualities.

Further thought – something i had not intended to share, much less intended to conceive – paradox? – leads me to think that the Peach of Neutrality once consumed, under the human paradigm, would be something like Objectivism. Of course, that is as the Consumer is under the influence of the Peach of Neutrality; the consumer’s qualities determine his/her objectivism. (So does pure objectivism exist? (If no, it is a fate shared by journalism. If yes, please show me how.))

[From left field] If we're to multiply Consumers, we'd have a demarcated society.
Now, from the outside-in, you’d have cameras…

We may not agree on the speed of change, the cycle if you Will, that hassled up our present; but it appears as if we, as a collective, as a society, have slowly surrendered our rights to an Orwellian prediction of what has become our present. (Wait! Was that a vacuous statement self-possessed of simpler statements that in such a way made it logically true, whether the simpler statements are factually true or false? Was that a tautology, or was that a tautology? Here's tautology of the second nature: "United States President George W. Bush, before the Unity Journalists of Color convention on August 6, 2004, is quoted as saying (with regard to Native American tribes), 'Tribal sovereignty means that, it's sovereign. You're a — you've been given sovereignty, and you're viewed as a sovereign entity. And, therefore, the relationship between the federal government and tribes is one between sovereign entities.' That one can be found at the White House.)

No matter, the repeat is that we have slowly, yet surely become a surveillance society. Nothing new there, but if it comes as a surprise, turn off the tube & recycle a bit off the black screen: what rights have we handed over while trying to remain “free”? Did we have freedoms before cameras began budding around town? Why do i care, i look good on cameras anyway? How many times have i come close to dying & not know how a camera saved me? (Note: are these the beginnings of a surveillance church/religion, whereby material salvation is guaranteed by the devotion to those who can protect a livelihood?)

i just considered how T.V. sets may be watching you with hidden cameras.

Aside from the machines & air i need to strike digital ink, i live in a box. Quite obvious, i know, so, a boring life would have nothing to worry about. Opening the Dupe-tube would be a dangerous proposition to check. Otherwise i'd nullify the warranty.

"Otherwise i'd nullify the warranty." – There’s a progressive stance. On! And upwards! Towards UTOPIA!!

The utopian dream is yet to die off, to take a break or fade from public & private spotlight – The "future" (told to us with ulterior motives, hence the quotes) is now & ever making. Why not contribute to a better tomorrow? A machine can live the drearier part of my life…

What i can't determine is if all this, RFID's & T.V. sets filled with cameras, is for the best or for the worse. What do i have to hide if i'm not doing any wrong? Don't i gain from learning about my culture, my humanity through RFID's & T.V. sets filled with cameras? Sure, forces outside my own will know me better than myself. These forces can help relieve the strain of this overwhelming freedom of choice. But where has my Will shrunk? ("DRINK ME" the bottle says; "EAT ME" the muffin says (if only the Will could change in shape by drinking & eating things …) .)

Aftermath

We must be at a point in our evolution where we can’t trust each other enough not to be watching & recording each other’s behavior. Or is this another myth being forced upon us?