Ooh… capsaicin-powered hot take!
Ooh… capsaicin-powered hot take!
Nah, I’m of the view that evolution doesn’t grow upwards, but sudeways. We are at the edge.
If Chins Could Kill
So humans are also the only animal that can hear chin music?
A chronic compulsive content-stealer creature like gallowboob might have encompassed that 15% all by himself.
Back when Australia was still remote and exotic, before Crocodile Dundee even, a lot of people back in the day thought he sang:
“He just smiled and gave me a bit of my sandwich”,
which would have also made for a fantastic lyric in a very silly way.
This also means more money into Ukraine’s economy. So it’s a win-win. When the only loser is mindless, needless misery, who gives a fuck about the loser, russia doesn’t exist anymore except as an overflowing waterless toilet.
My recommendations to you are as follows:
My favorite Altman film overall probably might have to be The Long Goodbye. Check out how the camera is always moving, if even slightly; there are no static shots. Midway through the movie, the great Sterling Hayden steals the show. And keep an eye out for a very, very young Ahnold Schwarzenegger in a bit role as literal and figurative muscle for the batshit insane bad guy.
Brewster McCloud is a bonkers twisted fantasy that caught me by surprise by how much I enjoyed it, it’s about a kid who:
Also, there are people being killed all over town, and it might have something to do with all this.
Altman came in throwing punches with the noisy background and chaotic dialogue wafting every which way, right from the outset, on MASH and McCabe & Mrs Miller, which is why it’s a good idea to watch his films with English subtitles turned on.
I don’t remember the cacophony being as intense in some of his other early works, like Brewster McCloud, California Split and The Long Goodbye.
But in Nashville, it’s most certainly there, front and center and in your face.
a multi-character parallel storytelling style that is only ever celebrated amongst industry snobs
I’m going to agree with caveats here, because some directors who are actual artists do it for the sake of the film and the challenge of it, as opposed to what I’ll refer to as “industry types”, who do it for the prizes. And some crazy bastards manage to pull it off. Three names come to mind - Robert Altman, Paul Thomas Anderson and Steven Soderbergh.
I’ve never seen “Crash” and never wanted to, from what I’ve read, the bland yet heavy-handed results onscreen, plus the lazy reflexive accolades, made me view the whole thing with a cynical eye, like you.
In fact, Robert Altman had a thing or two to say about those “industry types”, in his triumphant early-90s comeback film “The Player”.
Also, do yourself a favor and watch Altman’s “Short Cuts”, to see parallel storytelling at its’ best.
And a vaguely intellectual name, as if knowledgeable people go and post there all the time, when its’ actual academic facade is more analogous to stock photo models wearing labcoats and goggles.
The entire instance seems to be engaged in an opinion shaping campaign
That’s too subtle a statement. It is a willful, bad-faith, full-on attack on objective reality via the rewriting of historical facts, redaction of massive volumes of information and constant aggressive, knee-jerk silencing of voices.
As such, it can also be described as a malicious assault on the mental health of individuals and society as a whole. Their actions a clear example of the type of repressive, miserable society they would have us live in, if given the chance by hook or by crook.
I’ve seen Shadows, Faces and The Killing Of A Chinese Bookie.
The man nearly single-handedly invented independent highbrow cinema in the United States, a gritty and bare urban realism that is as artistically important as the French Nouvelle Vague.
To put it in an oversimplified way, without Cassavettes there is no Scorsese as we know him.
Truck drivin’, bible-thumpin’, gun totin’ knuckledragger in Texas:
“I ain’t gonna buy Lockeed Martin products, I’m gonna boycott them! Make 'murica grate agin!”
Proceeds to angrily keep on NOT buying surface-to-air missiles.
Does this sound like the prototypical clickbait headline title, or what do you say?
Fittingly symbolic, as this is the first time I’ve ever heard of North Korea ever exporting anything made there.
Who would have imagined as late in his career as a couple of decades ago, that Tom Cruise was on the verge of becoming the Buster Keaton, or Douglas Fairbanks, of his generation?
I SAID YOUR INNER DISHWASHER MAKES A LOT OF NOISE!!!
…and this, boys and girls, using imaginary numbers on a chess graph, is how the quantum characteristic of spin was discovered in rooks, two full rotations required to return to its’ starting quantum state.
EDIT: When you castle the king, he’s in a quantum-entangled state with the rook!
The philosopher of choice for mediocre self-entitled pricks with delusions of grandeur everywhere.