the day started with the following sms, "boys, boys, boys... slapping each other again!", and it ended with guy maddin himself introducing a delightful pairing - "blood money" followed by the "day of wrathit is always a pleasure to see him speak in person - he lights up and starts gesticulating, bubbling about cinema and his personal life, spicing ( Read more... )

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the festival business is a tricky one for me - there is always a ghost of consumerism floating nearby - the obsessive-compulsive quest to see everything, without time to reflect and absorb. usually i cannot take more than one movie a day, but i promised myself i will try the festival thing at least a few times ("consume now, reflect later ( Read more... )

the spirit is weak, the red is aplenty, the night is still

- "green mind, metal bats" (weak, but lovable; need to watch his first one)
- "the king of marving gardens" (loved, loved, loved his "5 easy pieces" - gradually liking it more and more; if not for this comparison... atmosphere is what stays - exaltation vs. calm winter days vs. loneliness ( Read more... )

"junebug" - i have a weak stomach for this sort of character clashes that the director enjoys so much at first; it is almost impossible to watch it at home, since i am unconsciously pausing it every few minutes. i do like the locals - they seem to be over the top, but then i remember that i actually know a woman like that; the way they clash with ( Read more... )

- the only good thing about "pan's labyrinth" was the child-killing monster (reminiscent of blade2 i suppose). at some point the story line reminded me of "mysterious skin" and i wished that the whole setup was more ambiguous (you never know whether the child is making the whole thing up or not). prerequisite - half a bottle of nicaragua rum
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finally got the time for myself and spent this new year's day properly - woke up at 1PM and watched garrel's "les amants réguliers" in headphones on a laptop screen, accompanied by a bottle of red ( Read more... )

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over the weekend i went to see another installment of kobayashi retrospective. i've seen "kaidan" before, but i was tempted by the promise of seeing it again on a large screen.

it turned out that replaced by a casino, the new "museum of cinema" has been moved clear the fuck out, in an unmarked location with only a tiny sign above the door. an old ( Read more... )

something that perhaps occured to me before and perhaps was even written down here earlier (too lazy to check) - in imamura's "pornographers" the wife believes that her husband's soul lives in a fish that she keeps in a tank in an apartment, while there are pornographers roaming around (next to her son). in tsai ming-liang's what time is it there/ ( Read more... )