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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"

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Netflix Recs

Bottle Shock
This poster says that Bottle Shock is hugely entertaining. It says that there's magic in it. I don't know about that but I do know that if you just need to chill out for an hour and half then this movie will help with the chilling. I've found myself in a need-to-chill mood twice and this movie's cathartic chilled-out-ness rose to the occasion, twice. It's a story in the spirit of Mighty Ducks. You've seen this movie before. It's a cut and paste come from behind montage. I'm ok with that. The poster would make you think it's of the Sideways genre. It's not really and you don't have to be a cinephile or a wine snob to enjoy it. Favorite elements: Freddy Rodriguez from Six Feet Under crawls out from beneath yet another suppressive role and gets his due--I'd like to get wasted with that dude.

Rumble Fish
Francis Ford Coppola is known for epic movies, having a cool name and his wine that just might be a bit over priced due to it's lavish bottle. Rumble Fish, by my line of sight, is his coolest movie, cooler than his name, even. I'm just going to list the cast and have that be what galvanizes you. Matt Dillon. Micky Rourke. Nicolas Cage. Lawrence Fishburn. Diane Lane. Dennis Hopper (RIP). Vincent Spano. Chris Penn. Glen Withrow. Tom Waits! Dianna Scarwid. William Smith. Queue this bad boy up and do your best to see through a veneer thickened by dry ice and really long shots of a young, pre-mangled face/voice Micky Rourke gazing through Chinese Fighting fish (the only thing in color). The prognosticator in me knows that you'll wish we still had pool halls by the time the credits come around.

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