Contrary to James Alison King Esq., I will tell you the ending and this ending serves as both a point of departure and return. I call it the 'mother gospel'. The movie begins with Max in the turmoil of creating something awesome and having idiots not appreciate his kick ass igloo. It is his mother that upholds the creation and welcomes Max's frustration as an opportunity to instigate more creation--she gives life to 'Max' (later when Carol asks Max 'what are you?', he claimed himself as 'Max'--using a tone eluding to the one that makes cool stuff for his mother). The point of departure for Max was realized in his mother's haphazard attempt at giving him 'life' in the sense of feeding him crap food. The contradiction of a mother that gives life by encouraging imagination but sometimes also through frozen corn did not sit well with Max. He peaced out to find a new life source--politics. He was met by friends and societal constructions that were both really fun to party with but also freaking annoying sometimes. Giving life to his friends proved impossible--he wished for them a mother. Max decided to head home. A mother with cake was waiting for him. Until all of our policy and societal constructions begin with the premise, 'How do we shape this policy so that it encourages and creates an environment for mothers to be mothers?', well, then I would imagine that we'll keep punching holes in each other's forts. Lucky are the ones that get to dominate cake and milk with a mother. White men should probably not speak for a few decades--at least this is what I think the message from Sednak and Spike is.
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"The mistake lies in seeing debate and discussion as secondary to the recovery of meaning. Rather, we should see them as primary: art and literature do not exist to be understood or appreciated, but to be discussed and argued over, to function as a focus for social dialogue. The discourse of literary or art criticism is not to recover meaning, but to create and contest it. Our primal scene should not be the solitary figure in the dark of the cinema but the group of friends arguing afterwards in the pub."
-Don Fowler (1996) "Even Better Than The Real Thing"
-Don Fowler (1996) "Even Better Than The Real Thing"
Friday, December 11, 2009
Where the Wild Things Are - A Third Review
Contrary to James Alison King Esq., I will tell you the ending and this ending serves as both a point of departure and return. I call it the 'mother gospel'. The movie begins with Max in the turmoil of creating something awesome and having idiots not appreciate his kick ass igloo. It is his mother that upholds the creation and welcomes Max's frustration as an opportunity to instigate more creation--she gives life to 'Max' (later when Carol asks Max 'what are you?', he claimed himself as 'Max'--using a tone eluding to the one that makes cool stuff for his mother). The point of departure for Max was realized in his mother's haphazard attempt at giving him 'life' in the sense of feeding him crap food. The contradiction of a mother that gives life by encouraging imagination but sometimes also through frozen corn did not sit well with Max. He peaced out to find a new life source--politics. He was met by friends and societal constructions that were both really fun to party with but also freaking annoying sometimes. Giving life to his friends proved impossible--he wished for them a mother. Max decided to head home. A mother with cake was waiting for him. Until all of our policy and societal constructions begin with the premise, 'How do we shape this policy so that it encourages and creates an environment for mothers to be mothers?', well, then I would imagine that we'll keep punching holes in each other's forts. Lucky are the ones that get to dominate cake and milk with a mother. White men should probably not speak for a few decades--at least this is what I think the message from Sednak and Spike is.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Zombieland - Timothy Johnson
The cold months of the year are always more suitable for horror films:Halloween, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Ring and all six Saw films were released in the month October. However, the recent surge in zombie and post-apocalypse films cannot even be explained away by statistics: Pontypool, The Road, 9, The Book of Eli, and now Zombieland.If anyone can think of a reason why we are becoming more obsessed with the end of the world, please tell me. Could it be the climate change discourse?
The fact that films about the undead don't have to be scary has already been proven by Shaun of the Dead. As I only watched the latter a few weeks ago and did not like it, I had serious doubts whether I could enjoyZombieland. For all I knew, a spin-off of a mediocre movie would have to be even less funny. I was wrong. It is 81 minutes (that go by like 18) of laugh-out loud slapstick comedy. While killing zombies in every conceivable way, Woody Harrelson reminds us of how charming a Texas dialect can be - two years after No Country for Old Men made me want to talk like a backwater yokel.
The story is gripping, ingenious - and complete hogwash. A human adapted form of mad cow disease has spread throughout the planet and turned everyone into zombies. These can run pretty fast (considering they are half-dead) but also pretty dumb so it is easy to kill them with a baseball bat, banjo or -in one instance- a piano. We watch Woody Harrelson as he travels with three kids, the last survivors, through the post-apocalyptic USA. Two sisters are looking for an amusement park, because the younger one "has missed out on youth" and a teenage boy, Columbus, is looking for possibly surviving family members. What Tallahassee (Harrelson) is looking for we aren't so sure of, but it appears to be a Twinky. I shouldn't be telling you this because, well, the story is just not that important. What is important is that there are far more and better laughs than the trailer promises, something films like Men who stare at Goats could learn from. There are amazing (really,really-)slow-motion shots that look more like high-resolution photographs. The soundtrack is so appropriate that at times I caught myself headbanging in my seat to the tunes of Metallica, The Raconteurs and Van Halen. The film also makes you feel like you know the characters really well after only a few minutes. This is vital for a comedy because half the time we aren't laughing about the exact words said, but about the way they relate to the character who mouthed them. Zombieland even gets away with some cheesiness at the end that we are willing to forgive because it doesn't overdo it and -let's face it- is still a Hollywood film. Besides, director Ruben Fleischer makes up for this cheesiness by ensuring that truckloads of artificial blood are shed.
When asked about the film, Harrelson declared that in real life he doesn't carry guns, drive humvees AND does not like Twinkies. Be that as it may,Zombieland takes us back to his trigger-happy days of Natural Born Killers, appeals to action, comedy and horror fans alike and to me is the comedy film of the year.
John Daly - My Life in the Rough
Can't wait for this!
http://sports.espn.go.com/golf/news/story?id=4724222
According to Daly, Kevin James is going to play 'fat Daly' and Matt Damon will play 'skinny Daly'. I honestly can't think of a movie that I would enjoy more than this. I love John Daly. Follow him on twitter for genuine enjoyment. http://twitter.com/PGA_JohnDaly
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