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The other day, after an involved discussion of whether I was talking about Wild Palms, and why wasn't that a David Lynch flick, and spending a lot of time on Netflix going "Wow, this is not the movie I thought it was; all I remember is the hippo in the bathtub and the karaoke scene, and Angie Dickenson being terrifying ... where did all this come from?" that segued naturally into a discussion of David Lynch as a whole, I found myself looking at a website that reveals top movie twist endings, to find out just what the fuck happened in Mulholland Drive. Or possibly Mulholland Falls. Whichever one David Lynch did.
The explanation didn't make sense either. I guess they were only two people? Or maybe they were all four only one person?
Some of the theoretically-great movies I find overrated (or in some cases actively hate): Taxi Driver, Wild Palms, Brazil, Pulp Fiction, and anything made by Woody Allen.
On the other hand, no one understands my pain about Twist, or 37 Uses For A Dead Sheep, or C.R.A.Z.Y., or Son of A Lion, or Breathless (srsly, BEST. MOVIE. EVER.), so I will feel free to reside in my tower of video superiority and mock people who think "complicated plot that makes no sense (or Woody Allen, or time-travelling movie tropes)" make really good movies, rather than the obvious, which is that movies in a foreign language that have totally un-understandable symbology and non-obvious endings are better movies. Even though one of the movies on that list was in English.
Do not poke me with a stick about this, either, because if you do, I will spend the next two days of your life discoursing on the comparative thematic similarities between The Secret of the Grain, Tengri: Blue Heavens, and Free Floating, with occasional exegeses on Snijeg and Frozen River, and forty minutes on fuck Plan 9 From Outer Space, To Get To Heaven First You Have To Die is the worst movie ever made.
No one wants this, least of all you. And by that, I mean, I would relish the opportunity, but trust me, you don't want to spend 48 hours in my company, with your hands tied to the back of the chair and toothpicks holding your eyes open, watching me stride up and down in my Napoleon uniform, bitching about movies no one's ever heard of. I, of course, would love this.
Unrelatedly, I have the desire to go buy something, but I'm not sure what that something should be. I can't decide between tech-toys, clothes, music, toys-toys, or something else. Though I did buy three books yesterday, so that urge is kind of muted right now. I don't know, I feel like I should be able to think of SOMETHING.
The explanation didn't make sense either. I guess they were only two people? Or maybe they were all four only one person?
Some of the theoretically-great movies I find overrated (or in some cases actively hate): Taxi Driver, Wild Palms, Brazil, Pulp Fiction, and anything made by Woody Allen.
On the other hand, no one understands my pain about Twist, or 37 Uses For A Dead Sheep, or C.R.A.Z.Y., or Son of A Lion, or Breathless (srsly, BEST. MOVIE. EVER.), so I will feel free to reside in my tower of video superiority and mock people who think "complicated plot that makes no sense (or Woody Allen, or time-travelling movie tropes)" make really good movies, rather than the obvious, which is that movies in a foreign language that have totally un-understandable symbology and non-obvious endings are better movies. Even though one of the movies on that list was in English.
Do not poke me with a stick about this, either, because if you do, I will spend the next two days of your life discoursing on the comparative thematic similarities between The Secret of the Grain, Tengri: Blue Heavens, and Free Floating, with occasional exegeses on Snijeg and Frozen River, and forty minutes on fuck Plan 9 From Outer Space, To Get To Heaven First You Have To Die is the worst movie ever made.
No one wants this, least of all you. And by that, I mean, I would relish the opportunity, but trust me, you don't want to spend 48 hours in my company, with your hands tied to the back of the chair and toothpicks holding your eyes open, watching me stride up and down in my Napoleon uniform, bitching about movies no one's ever heard of. I, of course, would love this.
Unrelatedly, I have the desire to go buy something, but I'm not sure what that something should be. I can't decide between tech-toys, clothes, music, toys-toys, or something else. Though I did buy three books yesterday, so that urge is kind of muted right now. I don't know, I feel like I should be able to think of SOMETHING.