Sunday 2 December 2007

It's hard to hold the hand of anyone, who is reaching for the sky just to surrender...


The narration, though beautiful to listen to...is pretty pointless. The cinematography is a glorious thing to behold, and when you hire Nick Cave, you know you'll have yourself a perfect score atop those images.

Yet this film's heart and soul lays in the heart of the cast. Sam Rockwell continues as he has done for some years now to be a highly impressive supporting actor, he's one of the best around and it's a shame that he is so incredibly overshadowed here. You feel every twitchy nerve of Garret Dillahunt's Ed Miller, he takes a minor role and runs with it all the way...another actor whose star is surely on the rise.

Yet it's all about our title characters at the end of the day. Brad Pitt is better than he has ever been before, he's not exactly Marlon Brando, but Mr. Jolie has turned in his fair share of nice performances over the years. His Jesse James is beyond them all, he tried playing a legendary character in Troy...he's succeeded at it here.

However in the end it is Casey Affleck who stands front and centre. This a brain searingly brilliant performance, so effortlessly subtle and skillful, switchinng from one state of mind to another, seamlessly. I don't know if he'll go Supporting or Leading at the Oscars but it would be a crime if he was not nominated somewhere and it'd take one hell of a performance to top this.

Friday 22 June 2007

See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen


I saw this film once, Australian film, it must have been about 5 years ago, I thought it was funny. Really funny, fun performances, snappy dialogue "you'd know all about make-up, your wives must be geishas".

I just saw it tonight for the second time and from the very first scene I was in love. Muriel is magic, they're all magic. Practically every line that comes out of anyone's mouth is comedic gold "I noticed there was lipstick on it", every performance is pitch perfect, the soundtrack is gorgeous and you know what?....Five years down the line I can relate to Muriel more than 98% of movie characters out there...that might be sad to admit, but it's true...and it carries my enjoyment for this movie from one of comedic appreciation to one with a far more touching, melancholy tone.

You're not terrible Muriel, you're wonderful.

Thursday 21 June 2007

These mist covered mountains, are a home now for me...




Wimbledon is coming! The tip top of the tennis year...well in terms of prestige at least, only an idiot would argue that (at least on the mens side) this is the place where the years finest tennis is played. However there is that certain magic that this place has that they could never hope to replicate in Australia, France or the USA.

What's that you say? Obvious result? Maybe so, but if you love watching tennis played then how can you not love watching Roger Federer at work on a grass court in a way that no player has ever played before. I mean it's like watching an artist at work.

I do realise it is VERY predictable and a tad boring but still a pleasure to watch, and hey, it's always fun to see who'll get through the other half to face him in the final.

Of course the landscape of the game has been changed as of late. Rafael Nadal emerges on the scene and seems to beat Roger Federer from pillar to post. Nadal has dominated Federer almost completely on clay but on the grass lost out in the only face off between the two.

Now, on that occasion Nadal was playing maybe his third or fourth grass court tournament in his life and in his first shot at the champion took him to 4 sets. Were Nadal to receive as many shots at Federer on grass as Federer gets at him on clay then the landscape of things to come might be completely different. All in all I'm pretty sure Federer will claim his 5th straight Wimbledon and join Pete Sampras' record but it's going to be very interesting to see how the young Spaniard stand up to him.

Sunday 10 June 2007

Cada dedo en el cuarto señala en mí...

apologías en avance para mierda lengua


uando dos gigantesco talentos cara-apagado es siempre valor el mirar. todavía en septiembre 1951 cuando Elia Kazan's adaptación de Tennessee Williams' A Streetcar Named Desire golpe pantallas él era algo diferente. En uno esquina el doloroso hermoso y doloroso trágico Vivien Leigh; Oscar ganador y estrella de el más grande cuadro en Hollywood historia. En el otro esquina a veinte siete años Nebraskan de el Broadway etapa quién antes de nuestros ojos cambiado la naturaleza del juego.

adoro Vivien Leigh, la adoro con todo mi corazón pero en esta película su funcionamiento thatrical (aunque innegable de gran alcance, mudanza, el harrowing) es rasgado a los fragmentos por un hombre reconstrucción del arte de actuar de la pantalla. No más haciendo, ahora apenas estando. el vivir en el carácter de una manera eso tenía solamente tocado siempre encendido antes.

para ser crudo, cuando Stanley toma el Blanche en sus brazos y tiene su manera con ella. eso es Marlon Brando tener su manera con todo el que vino antes. eliminación todo cada uno pensó que sabían y lo recauchutando en su propio hermoso, brutal imagen.

no CADA hombre es quizá rey...pero éste seguro es.


dedicado a mi amiga rosado
(uno quién puede hacer lo que no puedo)

otra vez apesadumbrado sobre la lengua...


Saturday 9 June 2007

The sound of strangers sending nothing to my mind...




I don't think I really have to say anything else....

Sunday 27 May 2007

I read the news today, oh boy...

Why I love the movies...oh, where to begin.

It's Brando screaming Stella,
Deniro begging to know why
Pacino screaming Attica
and Big Jack slapping Faye.

It's Scarlett swearing to God,
Olivier channeling the bard,
It's Brucie dying hard,
John McCabe and his cards.

It’s Bette preparing for a bumpy night
Ossie begging Spike to just do right
It’s Gillis face down in the pool
It’s Johnny as Jack, acting the fool

It's Dickie and Liz wondering Who's Afraid
Buster Keaton after the train
Cary Grant and the bi-plane
Gene Kelly in the rain.

It's Jean-Pierre Leaud on the beach
Belmondo and Seberg strutting the street
Totoro in his tree
Redmond Barry losing Nora Brady

It's Jimmy Cagney, top of the world
Bogart giving up the girl
It's Gable without his vest
Walken's Russian roulette

It's Almodovar and his mother
Sarah Miles taking a lover
It's Robert Mitchum's LOVE and HATE
Bonnie, Clyde and their grizzly fate

It's Leo and Kate on a sinking ship
Dave Bowman on one crazy trip
It’s Monty Clift just trying to fit in
It’s a fellowship escorting a ring.

It’s Batty saving Deckard
Spielberg and his shark
It’s Jimmy Dean being torn apart
Fredo breaking Michael's heart

Elias on his knees, arms in the air
It’s Greta Garbo’s icy stare.
Audrey learning to be Fair.
Mowgli, Bagheera and the bear

It’s Kate and Henry signing a generation off,
The lion king being held aloft
Charlie Chaplin eating his boots
Luke Skywalker discovering his roots.

It’s three men waiting for a train
Mr. Orange in a world of pain
Henry taking Karen in the Copa
In Harman’s Head with Pyle and Joker

It's Han Solo to the rescue
Charlie Kane in Xanadu
Stallone knowing he'll lose
Jack Lemmon on the booze.

It’s Jimmy Stewart’s wonderful life
The Red Shoes on the queen of Fife
Fitzgerald's steamboat coming out of the river
Marilyn Burns' wails of fear

It’s Fay Wray in the hands of the ape
Christopher Reeve adorned in the cape
Sheen slaying Brando to the wails of the Lizard King
It’s Norma Jean’s skirt blowing in the wind

It's John Wayne in the doorway
Lee Marvin walking the halls
Arnie cutting out his eye
That bridge over the Kwai

It's a massacre on the Odessa steps
A boy's blind faith creating a bell
Travis Bickle's own personal hell
Sam the Lion's great lament

It's Wilder and Diamond letting us know that nobodies perfect,
Woody Allen's sex with someone he loves,
It's Ingmar Bergman saying with silence, what so many can't say with words.

It's train pulling into a station
D.W Griffith, birthing a nation
Federico Fellini's Dolce Vita
Satyajit Ray's Aparajito

It's T.E Lawrence, robed in white
Marty and Sissy dancing in the night
It's Henry Jones Jr. with eyes tight shut
It's an eyeball, about to be cut

It's Pontecarvo's Algiers
Robert Dupea shedding a tear
It's Brando and Schneider on a last tango
The showdown for Blondie, Angel Eyes and Tuco

It's a blind man on the edge of the cliff
Bethel in awe of Hendrix's riffs
Ripley, Bishop, Newt and Hicks
Winslet, Lynskey and a brick

It's Stern typing Schindler's List
The five booming notes of the mothership
It's Richie Tenenbaum slicing his wrists
The Conquistador's emerging from out of the mist

It's Edwin S. Porter's great train robbery
Alan Shepard going into orbit
It's over 100 years of history
From George Melies' Voyage to the Moon
To Eddie Murphy's Norbit

Friday 30 March 2007

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood...

Deadwood, The Wire, Six Feet Under, The Sopranos, The West Wing and the first nine or ten seasons of The Simpsons the magical prime of television in my honest opinion, a true supreme six, like a holy trinity doubled up...forgive the rambling.

Deadwood
Well it seems to have been three seasons and out with the possibility of a couple of feature length tail enders for the dirtiest, grandest show the small screen ever saw and though such a sad ending is not befitting of something so magically macabre it keeps perfectly with the no frills "wants me to tell him something pretty" nature of the show. The language, blending the beauty of the bard, the brutality of Webster and the cuss filled filth of the old west is without comparison on the small or big screen. The performances from head to toe are an absolutely perfect rogues gallery of freaks, sadists, monsters, whores, tormented souls with the odd decent person scattered here and there for good measure...and then there's Ian McShane. I'll delve further another time but right now all that needs to be said is there ain't nothing else like it, this ain't John Ford, this ain't Sergio Leone, it's an all together different beast. Not for the faint of heart, but if you can stomach it, watch it.

The Wire
This is not just another cop show, this is not just another show about life in the hood. This is a one of a kind show with some of the finest writing and structuring around. More than once the show has been described as a visual novel and the description is not far wrong. It began simply enough probing in detail the landscape of the Baltimore drug scene, the folks embroiled in it and the men and women spending their time combatting it. It was a perfectly put together base from which to launch and in subsequent seasons its creators built upon it turning The Wire into one of the finest most detailed and gloriously rewatchable social commentaries you're ever likely to behold. It takes patience because this really is a slow burner, I wouldn't exactly nominate any single edition for a greatest episode of television ever award because it's dedication is to the whole, there's no regard for the casual viewer here. You're not going to find anything like this in The Shield, or any of the other pretenders or lesser evolved forms of the game.


Six Feet Under
A meditation on life and death, a study on family, on friendship, on relationships, parenthood, childhood, good, bad everything under the sun. The two shows above are both unique creations of the mighty HBO and this is in the same boat. Glorious performances, a dark, at times twisted yet human direction and writing that treads the line between the comedic and dramatic with precise perfection. Yes I do believe it lagged somewhat in the second and particularly fourth season but it never got dull, never became anything less than captivating and rarely if ever has a television series recovered from a slump to achieve the stunning power of this shows final season. Not here the slow burn of the above two shows, Six Feet Under pummels us with moment after moment of happiness, of sadness, of melancholy, something that'll bring a tear to our eye, nostalgic of a time long gone or dream of the possibilities of a future with endless roads to walk or laugh like there's no tomorrow. This is special, it's life & death on screen.

The Sopranos
Everyone knows about the gangsters, the girls, the guns, the sex, the violence. We all know about the wicked cool teenage boys who watch this show because it's hip. What I love more than anything else is the way David Chase flipped it all on it's head in season 6 by revolving the majority of the show around surreal dream worlds and homosexuals. Said elements had reared their heads before but not to the full extent they did this time, and the brilliance with which the show was acted, written and directed was not enough to turn off those hip kids and weed out before the end the fans of cool gangsta television from those who could appreciate one of the finest most magnificently made shows in history. From the start it has maintained near cinematic production values and approaching 40 James Gandolfini and Edie Falco emerge as two of the finest actors in America today surrounded by a wonderful supporting cast. This is a magnificent show, it's time is coming to an end, watch it...do it for the right reasons.

The West Wing
Television writing at its finest, the creation of a magical wit. The levels of information packed in, the drama, the laughs (broad and refined) the beautiful prose laid down time and again. In it's first sour seasons this was the absolute peak of network television. Being network TV this doesn't have the cinematic possibilities of the shows above yet over it's near 6 month seasons they managed to time and again nail captivating, complex television on a regular basis. The dip in form on the exit of Sorkin and Lowe hit the show hard but much like Six Feet Under it regained a fair deal of it's composure in it's passing of the torch final season. Yet for me it's all about those first 4 years. The writing was perfect banter seamlessly mixed with political know how. The acting is top notch, no Brando's or Bette Davis' in sight but the near endless dialogue nailed at a lightning pace in takes longer than the MTV generation has ever allowed is far above the level of amateurs. It's funny, it's moving, leave your politics at the door, immerse and enjoy.

The Simpsons
What can you say about this show that hasn't already been said? It transcends animation, it is not a kiddies show yet both kids and adults can watch it happily alone. At it's prime there was nothing else like it and though the show has been on a rapid decline since late '98 to a point where you're lucky to get a single good laugh in an episode nowadways the absolute magic of the first half of it's run can never be forgotten. Some of it's finest stories and moments have achieved without question modern classic status (Sideshow Bob and the rakes anyone?) Yet it always balanced the comedy with passionate heart (Lisa's first word) and wonderful yet never overly-serious brains (Itchy and Scratchy and Marge). There have been imitators and attempted successors to the crown but nothing comes close to this show at it's best. Were it not for the horrendous second half of it's existence it may quite easily top this list. I won't say SEE IT because I'm sure you already have, but I will say go out and spend your money on seasons 1 to 9 and revel in it's genius till the end of days...and Homer Simpson is God.

Thursday 29 March 2007

And then there was life...

Hi, hello, how are you? I don't really have much else to say right now, it's late and I want to go to bed. Anybody watch Battlestar Galactica (the new one)? For me it is currently teetering between the absolutely sublime and the stupidly ridiculous, I simply don't get the undying love.

I'm done for now,

farewell.