Saturday, June 28, 2008

Regret

"I loved her so. And she knew what I did. She knew all the fucking stupid things I'd done. But the love... was stronger than anything you can think of. The goddamn regret. The goddamn regret! Oh, and I'll die. Now I'll die, and I'll tell you what... the biggest regret of my life... I let my love go. What did I do? I'm sixty-five years old. And I'm ashamed. A million years ago... the fucking regret and guilt, these things, don't ever let anyone ever say to you you shouldn't regret anything. Don't do that. Don't! You regret what you fucking want! Use that. Use that. Use that regret for anything, any way you want. You can use it, OK? Oh, God. This is a long way to go with no punch. A little moral story, I say... Love. Love. Love. This fucking life... oh, it's so fucking hard. So long. Life ain't short, it's long. It's long, goddamn it. Goddamn. What did I do? What did I do? What did I do? What did I do? Phil. Phil, help me. What did I do?"
-Magnolia

No, this is not a movie review, but an introspective piece into my psyche. The above quote is a tad over dramatic, but it sets the tone rather well.

So over the past several days, weeks, and months....the topic of regret has been brought up quite a bit with regards to many of the choices I've made throughout my life. I'll be frank....I do have regrets and I do believe it to be healthy to have them (show me one person without a regret and I will show you a liar). Honestly, I believe it to be our regrets that truly make us human. I mean this not only in the sense of species classification, but also in our ability to express things like emotions (something I still need to work on) or empathy.

Like everyone else I regret not telling that one person I love them (still haunts me), not trying hard on that (fill in with random assignment or class), or not letting my mind go wild with the possibilities with a different future. These are all rather common, so let us not get into them (not tossing them aside as unimportant, but as they are not a part of the crux of this post, we can save them for latter).

There is one thing I will not regret and that is sticking by what I believe to be right. Even if I lack the support by all those around me...I feel as though it would betray my essence to shamelessly give up on what I believe. If I were to do this (which I have)....the simple act of looking at myself would be unbearable. I cannot do this again, even though the current cost is very dear to me. This is not a battle between good and evil or love and hate, but a battle of futility. No matter the outcome of this conflict, everyone loses and there is very little chance that a recovery can occur.

So this is the path I choose, one of pain and strife. It will end badly, but hell....so do many things in life. I now enter the abyss with little to guide me, but let's hope that at the end of the day (and for the remainder of my days), I can still cal myself Damien. With that said, let us part on a fitting end:

"No. Not even in the face of Armageddon. Never compromise."
-Watchmen

Thursday, June 19, 2008

29. The Machinist


Trevor Reznik: Right now I wanna sleep. I just want to sleep.

When asked to describe the Machinist, I often hesitate with my response. To be rather honest, the film seems to drift between genres with little to know regard to how it effect the audience...which makes it rather difficult to categorize. Also, I feel it would be a disservice to the complex and moving story found in this film....to simply give it a several line summary. I guess one could say that this is a film that demands one's attention from the opening shot to the final line.

Of course, what can be said is the obvious, which is the massive amount of weight loss that Christian Bale went through in order to make this film. Although difficult to watch (especially the opening shots), the weight loss put on by Bale is only their to accentuate the brilliant performance given by Bale as an insomniac that is plagued by what appears to be living dreams. One final note on the on the acting, is that the performance offered up by Aitana Sánchez Gijón, as the single mother, Maria, is heartbreaking.

The cinematography of the film is perfect for the subject matter, as it lulls its audience into a false sense of security, with its dream like pans and dark contrasts. To be rather honest, dream is the wrong term to use, as the film appears to be more of a nightmare, suffered by a deeply disturbed man.

Overall this film is a perfect example of how a modern horror/mystery/drama should be done: with respect to the intelligence of the viewing audience and one that continues to haunt you long after the credits have finished.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

30. Blazing Saddles


Mongo: "Mongo only pawn... in game of life."

How does one begin to dissect and discuss a film that is of the comedic level of Blazing Saddles? To be quite honest, there is no real prescribed method to perform this task (made all the more difficult by films in this genre in particular), I will simply describe what makes this film so perfect: its complete and total lack of care towards film conventions (this will be a common theme on this list).

Of course, this is nothing new for Mel Brooks and his plethora of comic masterpieces (Young Frankenstein, The Producers, The History of World Part I, etc...); however, it is this film where his brand of irreverent and playful humor is perfected. Brooks's utter disregard towards film dogma (such as racism, sex, and violence) and signature wit make this film rather endearing....even in an age where comedies are plentiful (many of which never matching the sheer genius of this film).

Also, to only lay accolade on Brooks would be a grave error, as much acclaim should be poured onto the entire cast of the film. From the always brilliant Gene Wilder, as the washed up Waco Kid (or Jim as he is called), to Cleavon Little, as Sheriff Bart, the ensemble connects in such a way that make the humor displayed on screen all the better. This can be seen in everything from Mongo's face upon receiving his telegram to Lili Von Shtupp's somewhat glazed over and exhausted appearance in her song 'I'm so Tired."

Lastly, how could anyone fault a film with an ending that is so ridiculous that it actually outmatches the insanity found throughout the film?

Note: Blogger is not cooperating with me currently, so the article must be italicized. Damn you Blogger.




Sunday, June 15, 2008

The Top Thirty Films of All Time

According to the Other Karamazov

30. Blazing Saddles (1974)
29. The Machinist (2004)
28. Chungking Express (1994)
27. Citizen Kane (1941)
26. High Fidelity (2000)
25. Children of Men (2006)
24. The Night of the Hunter (1955)
23. Network (1976)
22. Brazil (1985)
21. The Third Man (1949)
20. There Will Be Blood (2007)
19. Night of the Living Dead (1968)
18. Dancer in the Dark (2000)
17. 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)
16. Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)
15. Memento (2000)
14. Chinatown (1974)
13. The Graduate (1967)
12. Grave of the Fireflies (1988)
11. The Seventh Continent (1989)
10. Magnolia (1999)
9. Blade Runner (1982)
8. The Thin Red Line (1998)
7. 8 1/2 (1963)
6. 12 Angry Men (1957)
5. Toy Story (1995)
4. In the Mood for Love (2001)/ 2046* (2005)
3. City of God (2002)
2. Mulholland Dr. (2001)
1. Dr. Strangelove Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964)

*I feel that 2046 is more of a continuation than its own entity. I did enjoy 2046 more though, but will discuss both as a whole.

Alright let the games begin.


I am terrible

Alright...this is a quick one to explain what I have planned for this blog.

First...I proclaim myself the worst blogger on Earth; however, I hope to redeem myself by making a list blog of sorts. The plan goes as follows:

1. Mark down my top thirty film list
2. Go through each film and explain why it makes the list
3. Ummm...that's actually it.

Alright on to the big show!

Note: This will take several days. Most likely I'll do one film a day, but may do two if time permits.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Musica!


So, as promised this is dedicated to the wonderful thing, commonly known as music. To begin, this has already been a damn good year for music, as we have seen some powerful releases from both new and old alike. Blog favorites (Vampire Weekend) and hit makers (Lupe Fiasco) have come together in popular form and brought together vast amounts of fans. However, the finest album to be released, by far is from a relativly young and new band from England: Los Campesinos! (yes the exclamation point is a part of the name).

The best way to describe this band is with the following words: loud, fast, beautiful, chaotic, sweet, tragic, and heartfelt. Every song on the album comes at the listener at a machine gun-like speed, firing off random (yet strategic) pop culture references. Although this would on first listen sound rather pretentious (Lyrics include references to binary code, the dewy decimal system, Jane Eyre, and the ATP music festival), the lyrics match the subject matter perfectly. For example the lyric "And when our eyes meet, all I can read, is you're the B-side," expresses a pain that anyone can relate to.

Simply put, this is a beautiful album and one that will be difficult for even bands to top. What makes the music is the fact that one can tell that these musicians truly love what it is they do. Hell, it helps that they sound like Broken Social Scene's kid sibling (happen to be on same label).

To sum it up: Buy this album now!

Sunday, April 13, 2008

The Seventh Continent

Review:
For the majority of the films reviewed on this blog, I've tended to shy away from older features or films that there is little to say about (Vantage Point would be a solid example of the later point), so this week's entry (as it appears I am only able to update this on weekly basis so far) will go against the mold. Mind you this is still only a film review (music shall be next); however, the review for this film will make for a nice companion piece to the my last review. Also this film will be in two parts: review and discussion.

Now, the reasoning behind this thought process does not simply begin and end with the fact that both films share the same director, Michael Haneke, nor at the odd camera work presented in both films. The reason this review is placed as a companion to the last is because of the emotional response felt by the viewers at the rather stark imagery presented before them. Of course, one could say that because both share a similar director themes and emotions seem to carry over with each feature; however, one could simply point to the vast and diverse works of directors like Spielberg or even the small one's of people like Gus Van Saint, to see that directors constantly reinvent themselves. With this out of the way, let us move on to the review.

The plot of the film is difficult to describe; however, to describe it I shall try. We begin the film in a simple household, with a seemingly ordinary family. The characters (Georg, Anna, Eva) all live rather ordinary lives without much occurrence...at least it appears that way at first glance. With every exchange, glance, or simple visit we see that the characters of the film oddly out of place in the world. Basically the film follows the lives of these individuals, and without giving away the end (something difficult to do in this review) for several years and takes careful notation of mainly what many would consider rather mundane tasks. However, it should be noted that the last thirty minutes of the film are terrifying and unnerving, but not in the way many (including myself) are accustomed to in film (ex: the brutal attack on a hero by the monster or the evil force succeeding at the end of a film).

The camera work in the film is odd, as it focuses mainly on the objects that the characters interact with. In fact, the audience sees very little of the family; however, in the few scenes we do see with them fully in frame..we are astonished by not only the character's beautiful display of emotional range, but also by the entirety of the environment, which is (for most of the film) only a house. Like his other works, Haneke seems to choose one scene that will stick out in the mind's of his viewers...one that is usually repulsive, terrifying....and yet very human.

The performances are all breathtaking and soul wrenching; however, of all the performances, Birgit Doll, as the mother Anna, demonstrates a sense of humanity not often seen in film. What makes it all the more amazing is how just these three actors are able to carry the film for its entire running-time, without the audience losing interest. This is because we can connect to these characters (maybe not the end) because they do not live extraordinary lives like Wolverine, Indiana Jones, or Luke Sky Walker, but normal lives like you and I.

To conclude.....I admit that in writing this review I have failed in part because it is rather incomplete. By simply judging the technical aspects of the film and not discussing the thematic reasoning and meaning behind much of the film's perplexities, I have left out everything that would make this review whole and why, since viewing the film this past Friday, it has become a far better film. One must understand that many aspects of the film (technical, thematic, plot) are difficult to talk about on an individual basis as they all tie so closely together. Overall it was fantastic, yet unsettling. (stop here and skip to bottom for grade if you do not want the film spoiled)

Discussion:
So...I couldn't just sit there with a half complete review....so here is the second part of it: the discussion of the film. Mind you, this will be rather heavy on spoilers, as this is more of an aid to understanding the film (more for myself than anyone else...as putting it in writing will greatly aid).

It should be noted that the great bulk of this discussion will center around the final forty minutes of the film and what it means in the context of the film. However, before getting there, let us briefly sum up the plot to add points of reference in the discussion

As stated in the review, the film centers around this family that feels rather uncomfortable in modern society. None of the characters seem to enjoy the lives they live, but what they do enjoy is the life they share with one another. Also, as stated the film records mainly mundane details of each person's life and for good reason. It is in these little, yet precise details that we see the foreshadowing of things to come at the film's closing minutes. As routines are forgotten, people forget to feed the fish, dishes are left dirty, silence tends to fill the room...and we realize that this is leading to a rather dismal finish. In the final third of the film, the characters explain to relatives they are "planning"a trip to Australia (i.e. the The Seventh Continent), but in reality are only planning to destroy themselves.What we are forced to witness for the following forty minutes is the family systematically destroy everything they own (and I mean every little thing) and, at the end, themselves.

Now one may ask what the purpose of this relentless destruction is and to that I point towards the cinematography throughout the film. Because we never see the characters truly interact with the world, we only know these characters through their objects. We know what they want, love, do, and how they live through these objects (Georg is a professional because he has a lot of files, are fairly well-off with their money, and eat pretty well. The characters are not destroying these objects for themselves, but for the audience.

In destroying the objects, the characters are killing themselves in the eyes of the audience, which explains for the pain felt by the audience as Eva (the daughter) tears up her pictures or Anna (the mother) breaks her records. By the time the family extinguishes their own life, we are already left empty and hollow by the prior scenes that any more is simply there to complete the story. This is not to say that the final shot of Georg or the "family photo" like image of them laying together is any less disturbing for the viewer, but this helps explain just why the destruction is so thorough in the previous scenes.

So there is the complete review of this fantastic film. It will haunt you and leave hollow, but this only goes to show that even in his first feature, Michael Haneke is a modern master in cinema.

Grade: A