I sometimes forget how much I love movies. I spent a while away from them, I think largely in part to being ambivalent about current movies. Sure, a few things catch my eye here and there, but even the great things now are still forgettable.
I'll give a few films some special notice, though. No Country for Old Men and There Will Be Blood are still 2 films I believe stand the test of time in the last few years.
But I've fallen in love with classic cinema, I've fallen quite hard. I've been spending money I don't have sucking down criterion films on blu ray. Some of the films that have just stunned me are:
- Yojimbo, Sanjuro, Seven Samurai, High and Low, Ikiru, Rashamon and Kurosawa in general. Kurosawa + Mifune and Shimura have made for film so compelling, so entrancing it makes me want to cry.
- 400 Blows, The Last Metro. Truffaut, who knew? A name I heard in passing, but paid no attention to. Saw 400 blows whenever I'd look at top movie lists, but never watched it. God how I regret it taking so long.
- Breathless. Wow. I, don't... It's not the best film, but damn if its not compelling and addicting.
- Modern Times and The Great Dictator. I regret dismissing Chaplan as just a silly silent movie star. I had no concept of how truly brilliant he is. I couldn't have been more taken aback, blown away and just happy.
- Days of Heaven, The Thin Red Line, The Tree of Life. Malick is an interesting, obtuse and compelling director. I'm still digesting Tree of Life, which I finally saw tonight. That was after jumping in, feet first with no warning, to Thin Red Line. Unique narrative structures and minimal dialogue make his films more art than movie.
I've still so much to experience. So much. I don't know if I ever will even get a fraction watched of what I want to see. And I still stick by my previous belief that, for the most part, TV now is better, more enjoyable and more compelling than movies in the last few years. Sons, Mad Men, Breaking bad... Perfection in TV.
But thankfully I have enough films on my shelves to keep me busy for a while to come.
I've said this before, but I'll say it again with full understanding of how my comment is weird and probably me trying to have others feel sorry for me... I don't know why I think people are going to read this. Who would? My presence here is inconsistent at best, I may have a slew of friends, but I don't chat or participate enough to warrant any sort of relationship. Plus, I'm a dude, and I'm not a suave enough, witty enough or poetic enough writer to warrant causing people to flock here.
I am, without a doubt, stupid. It's almost 4. The fuck am I still doing up? I swear, this is my vice. I don't drink, gamble or do drugs. No, I spend moderate amounts of money and stay up to unhealthy hours, then sleep late. And then wake up and hate myself for it, say I'll never do it again and proceed to do it again and again. I'm in a fucked up self induced spiral of fuck. And it sucks, because I know I am to blame, and I am the only person who can fix this. Yet instead of sleeping I'm here typing and NOT sleeping.
I need help, fuck I need help.
I'll give a few films some special notice, though. No Country for Old Men and There Will Be Blood are still 2 films I believe stand the test of time in the last few years.
But I've fallen in love with classic cinema, I've fallen quite hard. I've been spending money I don't have sucking down criterion films on blu ray. Some of the films that have just stunned me are:
- Yojimbo, Sanjuro, Seven Samurai, High and Low, Ikiru, Rashamon and Kurosawa in general. Kurosawa + Mifune and Shimura have made for film so compelling, so entrancing it makes me want to cry.
- 400 Blows, The Last Metro. Truffaut, who knew? A name I heard in passing, but paid no attention to. Saw 400 blows whenever I'd look at top movie lists, but never watched it. God how I regret it taking so long.
- Breathless. Wow. I, don't... It's not the best film, but damn if its not compelling and addicting.
- Modern Times and The Great Dictator. I regret dismissing Chaplan as just a silly silent movie star. I had no concept of how truly brilliant he is. I couldn't have been more taken aback, blown away and just happy.
- Days of Heaven, The Thin Red Line, The Tree of Life. Malick is an interesting, obtuse and compelling director. I'm still digesting Tree of Life, which I finally saw tonight. That was after jumping in, feet first with no warning, to Thin Red Line. Unique narrative structures and minimal dialogue make his films more art than movie.
I've still so much to experience. So much. I don't know if I ever will even get a fraction watched of what I want to see. And I still stick by my previous belief that, for the most part, TV now is better, more enjoyable and more compelling than movies in the last few years. Sons, Mad Men, Breaking bad... Perfection in TV.
But thankfully I have enough films on my shelves to keep me busy for a while to come.
I've said this before, but I'll say it again with full understanding of how my comment is weird and probably me trying to have others feel sorry for me... I don't know why I think people are going to read this. Who would? My presence here is inconsistent at best, I may have a slew of friends, but I don't chat or participate enough to warrant any sort of relationship. Plus, I'm a dude, and I'm not a suave enough, witty enough or poetic enough writer to warrant causing people to flock here.
I am, without a doubt, stupid. It's almost 4. The fuck am I still doing up? I swear, this is my vice. I don't drink, gamble or do drugs. No, I spend moderate amounts of money and stay up to unhealthy hours, then sleep late. And then wake up and hate myself for it, say I'll never do it again and proceed to do it again and again. I'm in a fucked up self induced spiral of fuck. And it sucks, because I know I am to blame, and I am the only person who can fix this. Yet instead of sleeping I'm here typing and NOT sleeping.
I need help, fuck I need help.
lavender_:
I read all.
mutantbaby1:
nothing beats the classics.