Publish. 1:09 AM. Enter your categories below. Bellow. Saul. HTML. HoT MeaL.
The Grand Budapest Hote…
I cannot express this pictogram. CATEGORIES. We must categorize.
Juliet Berto. I’m just warming up. Preview.
1:12 AM. FEATURED IMAGE. Visual. Yes, a film by Jean-Luc Godard.
This DVD could feed a village for a week.
No food on the table. No table.
The plot is one-sentence long (!) on Wikipedia. The Joy of learning.
Trash. Keep on goin’!
Current Staus: Saved Draft. Le Gai savoir [1969).
How long is a second? Krypton? Cesium?
Preview Post. Not coming to a theater near you (and certainly not near me).
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LBJ. Vietnam. Dropping white phosphorus bombs on the silk factories of Hanoi.
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This film has been a favorite of mine since I first saw it. Like a Bible in the dark. Smirking at how clever.
CHANGE STATUS. It’s complicated. In that it’s not complicated. Painfully single.
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Windows on the World. Risk Waters.
You ask who died. And who didn’t. Warren Buffett. Charity golf and tennis tournament. Offutt AFB. Morning of 9/11. Nerve center of American nuclear deterrent. We know one WTC CEO who didn’t die because she was invited. Who else was on that list???
I hear the whispers of a young, balding man. Torn in half by war. Risking it all. To edit a film about the Palestinians. And the film lab is bombed. A scare tactic. How dare you support those Muselmanns? Muselmensch.
Disproportionate riposte. Flip script.
Louis Le Prince – Wikipedi…
Two sentences. I overlooked a period.
Lumumba and Rousseau.
Freud is the head and Marx is the sex. Theory and practice.
Give him enough rope. …
It is the brilliance of the little boy–the touching presence of the crusty old beggar.
In school we learned about Nietzsche, but no one ever told me about Jack Nitzsche.
iPhone. Pronounced “ee-fone” in French. ePhone.
This iswas unknown territory. 1969. 1:36 AM. You’re late. You’re really not taking this very seriously.
Bob Dylan. Jean-Pierre Léaud.
My love is smiling by the sea. She has gone away. Cruel.
She stares at me from a different time.
He is an old man now. Wild Strawberries.
Shall we try again?? D’accord…
Batman. The Incredible Hulk. Spiderman.
She keeps dozing off. Tap tap. Perks up. Dozes. Again prodded. But when she slumps left (her left)…a caress. It works the same. She opens her eyes. More painful-eyes studying. Some sleep with one eye open. I read until only one eye cooperates. And then no eyes. Off to processing sleep.
Mao was still prominent. But this is where the great art of montage was first born…continued and epitomized in Histoire(s) du cinema. 3.8/5. My ass. Rotten tomatoes…Léolo.
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So what you’re saying is that this review is a failure.
Three moles on left side of face.
No one in their right mind is asking.
Mon martyre. Montmartre.
Jean of Ork. nanu nanu
What ever happened to Richard Feynman?
Don’t call me Shirley. Andrew Card.
To enjoy a cigar by the water.
Une poignée de gens
Attack on language. Send reinforcements.