“Some say that Hitchcock’s pictures had a sameness to them, and perhaps that’s true — Hitchcock himself wondered about it. But the sameness of today’s franchise pictures is something else again. Many of the elements that define cinema as I know it are there in Marvel pictures. What’s not there is revelation, mystery or genuine emotional danger. Nothing is at risk. The pictures are made to satisfy a specific set of demands, and they are designed as variations on a finite number of themes. They are sequels in name but they are remakes in spirit, and everything in them is officially sanctioned because it can’t really be any other way. That’s the nature of modern film franchises: market-researched, audience-tested, vetted, modified, revetted and remodified until they’re ready for consumption… In the past 20 years, as we all know, the movie business has changed on all fronts. But the most ominous change has happened stealthily and under cover of night: the gradual but steady elimination of risk. Many films today are perfect products manufactured for immediate consumption. Many of them are well made by teams of talented individuals. All the same, they lack something essential to cinema: the unifying vision of an individual artist. Because, of course, the individual artist is the riskiest factor of all. I’m certainly not implying that movies should be a subsidized art form, or that they ever were. When the Hollywood studio system was still alive and well, the tension between the artists and the people who ran the business was constant and intense, but it was a productive tension that gave us some of the greatest films ever made — in the words of Bob Dylan, the best of them were “heroic and visionary.” Today, that tension is gone, and there are some in the business with absolute indifference to the very question of art and an attitude toward the history of cinema that is both dismissive and proprietary — a lethal combination. The situation, sadly, is that we now have two separate fields: There’s worldwide audiovisual entertainment, and there’s cinema. They still overlap from time to time, but that’s becoming increasingly rare. And I fear that the financial dominance of one is being used to marginalize and even belittle the existence of the other. For anyone who dreams of making movies or who is just starting out, the situation at this moment is brutal and inhospitable to art. And the act of simply writing those words fills me with terrible sadness.”
Hmm well you probably should have asked someone else about this particular movie because i give very few shits about The Goldfinch (i know, blasphemy, i should be chucked off tumblr).
Like you, I havent read the book, only downloaded the movie so i wouldnt have to pay for it to see what all the fuss was about.
Was very underwhelmed. Not about the lack of gay, from what I gather, the gay in the book was all subtext anyway so I feel like the movie accurately portrayed that.
But overall, I felt like the movie was meandering and boring. Was kind of interested in the kids part (even though, I thought it was one of Finn’s worst performances) cause parent neglect is kinda interesting. But once the adult stuff hit it was like a snooze fest to me.
I come from a low socio-economic background so I am heavily biased against stories about “rich people complaining about life” (or more specifically in the case of this movie “rich people caring a ridiculous amount about paintings”). On some level I’m able to empathise that yes, rich people have problems too…. but doesn’t mean I want to read a book or watch a movie about it.
I guess there could be some merit in looking at the psychology of why Theo
(hey, author bitch, how dare you covet the name Theo, thats my name bitch!) does what he does, but ultimately I don’t care enough about him to try.
And that’s all I got to say about that. :)
“The “1998 incident” is a nod to ‘The Faculty’ - a movie in which all five archetypes were present, yet there were no fatalities. This was a result of the chemical department’s oversight of the scholar (Josh Hartnett’s) home-made narcotic amphetamines which were used to kill the monster (alien), leaving all archetypes alive and well.” (x)
The Faculty (1998) / The Cabin in the Woods (2012)
Toddlers are so pure. She doesn’t understand that we help her with certain things because she’s little. She thinks that everyone just helps each other like that. So she tries to blow on my food and cut it up for me and tries to help me put on my shoes.
i was giving little wagon rides to a baby around the backyard one day and all of a sudden she hops off and slaps the seat of the wagon telling me to get on because it was my turn and i was like no it’s ok im too heavy and she was like NO ITS UR TURN and kept tugging on my hand so i would sit down. eventually i got on and it was just a little 2 year old trying so hard to push me around on a wagon not understanding why it wouldn’t budge but still so determined to let me have my turn lol
I don’t think I’d realised how many casual compliments we pay to our toddler until she started casually complimenting us back, because experience has taught her that’s How Social Interaction Is Done, and there’s nothing quite like a very earnest three-year-old solemnly and sincerely informing you that you look wonderful and smell nice to make you feel really good about yourself
I tell her she’s my best girl. She tells me I’m her best auntie. Then we both feel good about the world!
Teach them kindness.
Pretty nails pretty nails pretty nails. I have a job interview but don’t wish me luck cause I don’t want the job. It’s a weird morning.
this is exactly what i thought. And I love Dwalin’s response face.
pfft sorry toots. not gonna happen.
I just remembered my slutty myspace pics exist. Why the fuck did that thought just pop into my head?!?! ( ﾟдﾟ)
I’ve found myself revelling in the mundane. There’s joy to be had even in the most boring of times. Stay tuned for some superfluous moments of nothing
Hijacking this post for my own selfish need to story tell. I have only one tattoo. And it was inspired by this moment I had several years ago when I was traveling on a bus on my way to uni. As was pretty usual during that time I was sitting there bored, feeling sorry for myself and apathetic about where I was headed and where I had come from. Then the bus stopped and I happened to look out the window. My eyes happened to fix on something, and it was life-changing. Literally.
I was looking at some cracked pavement. It had some blades of grass growing through the cracks.
And it was just…. really pretty. Like the bus was stopped for quite a bit while passengers boarded and I spent my whole time looking at this really pretty image of this grass growing through pavement.
And I suddenly realised that there is beauty all around us, if we look for it.
It became my new mantra in life. To find beauty in everything and every situation. Doesn’t matter if I am feeling sad, stressed, angry or bored. I try and find the beauty, or the positive, or the joy to be found. Even when though its sometimes hard. It helps.
My tattoo. Its on the inside of my wrist and serves as a little reminder to myself. It says “find beauty”.
So yeah sorry, good luck with finding the beauty Brett. ;)
Fuck off. I’ll be as salty as I like.
being in the it fandom is like
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