I'll Change It Back to "Osiris" for you
ah, rich corinithian text.
Here's a hunk of a review for Exorcist: The Beginning.
the technical versimilatude of The Exorcist is what made it a classic, and furthermore a singularly unmatchable cinematic achievement because of the time in which it was made--technology would soon improve the technology of filmmaking with digital audio and nonlinear editing to make the labors present in The Exoricst accessible, easy-to-emulate, almost pedestrian? Perhaps were it not for the film itself, a masterpiece of the nuts-and-bolts of filmmaking that clearly is just as grounded in The Way They're Doing It as What They're Doing.
So then there's Renny Harlin/Paul Schrader/John Frankenheimer's Exorcist: The Beginning, wherein What They're Doing is pretty fucking obtuse until it's fucking shallow. Then It then you can leave.
Woe be unto fans of the Exorcist Sequels: You are Brave, You Are Dedicated, and I bow to your superior ability to rationalize. Exorcist II was evidence that even reliably original directors are capable of making stillborn films. The writer of the original novel directed the thrid film, based on his own sequel-novel, which was interesting for the latter-day George C. Scott lead, and a peak at what a more-direct adaptation of the original book might have been like. Exorcist III was even *creepy* and often quite funny, either intentionally or accidentally (who knew that Fabio's brief role would become this hilarious cameo?), but it deviated rather substantially from very simple roots.
For a third sequel, the focus shifted to the adventures of the titular character, a weary, detatched archeologist named Lancaster Merrin, played with conviction by Stellan Skaarsgard. The many problems this film suffers, including the rather arbitrary nature of his character arc, cannot be blamed on him--occasionally hammy, the entire cast performs amiably when the material allows for it. Seldom.
and I kind of derailed but I should be getting back to it this weekend.
At this point I am also burning a CD so the typos and grammar errors may come hot and heavy as there is one hell of a delay--for example, as i'm tying this word right now the screen is on the word "typos" so this is, like, the girl says, what I have to work with. Bear with me.
this black album doesn't want to burn properly. the gray album you will enjoy a great deal more, anyway.
hey, deb's online.
Anyway, it's now two august horror sequels I've seen on thursday nights for free--Maybe there's a Seed Of Chucky screening happening next thursday. the gamut!
We had a guest speaker in school this week. a tan giant of a man in sandals and swim trunks and no wedding ring. He's been laying it down on the Court Reporting scene for 10, and he says it's uphill but the rewards are phenomenal, it's a court reporter's world, and I asked him two important things, and for got the thirdbut based on the answers to one and two I think I can deduce that his answer to number three would serve to quell my fears and reservations
I believe You. Believe me. please.
The weekend will see a variety of sights, sounds, and sensations. I am very lucky to have the people in my life that I do.
Here's a hunk of a review for Exorcist: The Beginning.
the technical versimilatude of The Exorcist is what made it a classic, and furthermore a singularly unmatchable cinematic achievement because of the time in which it was made--technology would soon improve the technology of filmmaking with digital audio and nonlinear editing to make the labors present in The Exoricst accessible, easy-to-emulate, almost pedestrian? Perhaps were it not for the film itself, a masterpiece of the nuts-and-bolts of filmmaking that clearly is just as grounded in The Way They're Doing It as What They're Doing.
So then there's Renny Harlin/Paul Schrader/John Frankenheimer's Exorcist: The Beginning, wherein What They're Doing is pretty fucking obtuse until it's fucking shallow. Then It then you can leave.
Woe be unto fans of the Exorcist Sequels: You are Brave, You Are Dedicated, and I bow to your superior ability to rationalize. Exorcist II was evidence that even reliably original directors are capable of making stillborn films. The writer of the original novel directed the thrid film, based on his own sequel-novel, which was interesting for the latter-day George C. Scott lead, and a peak at what a more-direct adaptation of the original book might have been like. Exorcist III was even *creepy* and often quite funny, either intentionally or accidentally (who knew that Fabio's brief role would become this hilarious cameo?), but it deviated rather substantially from very simple roots.
For a third sequel, the focus shifted to the adventures of the titular character, a weary, detatched archeologist named Lancaster Merrin, played with conviction by Stellan Skaarsgard. The many problems this film suffers, including the rather arbitrary nature of his character arc, cannot be blamed on him--occasionally hammy, the entire cast performs amiably when the material allows for it. Seldom.
and I kind of derailed but I should be getting back to it this weekend.
At this point I am also burning a CD so the typos and grammar errors may come hot and heavy as there is one hell of a delay--for example, as i'm tying this word right now the screen is on the word "typos" so this is, like, the girl says, what I have to work with. Bear with me.
this black album doesn't want to burn properly. the gray album you will enjoy a great deal more, anyway.
hey, deb's online.
Anyway, it's now two august horror sequels I've seen on thursday nights for free--Maybe there's a Seed Of Chucky screening happening next thursday. the gamut!
We had a guest speaker in school this week. a tan giant of a man in sandals and swim trunks and no wedding ring. He's been laying it down on the Court Reporting scene for 10, and he says it's uphill but the rewards are phenomenal, it's a court reporter's world, and I asked him two important things, and for got the thirdbut based on the answers to one and two I think I can deduce that his answer to number three would serve to quell my fears and reservations
I believe You. Believe me. please.
The weekend will see a variety of sights, sounds, and sensations. I am very lucky to have the people in my life that I do.