Batman Forever [1995)

Tommy Lee Jones is horrible in this film.

Sad to say.

Because he’s from more hometown here in San Antone.

Nicole Kidman is weak in this film.

She’s not even attractive here.

Her acting sucks.

Chris O’Donnell acting does a decent job.

Which is not saying much.

And as much as I hate to admit it (because I loathe this actor), Jim Carrey is brilliant here.

Indeed, he is the only entertaining, engaging element of this entire film.

The scene with the Flaming Lips song is doubly excellent.

If you’re still using Google, please stop.

As General Flynn has said (and I paraphrase), “DuckDuckGo is a perfectly fine search engine.”

And he is right.

I can’t believe I made it through this movie.

It is a gigantic hunk of shit.

-PD

Batman Returns [1992)

Born in a cage.

Friedrich Gustav Maximilian Shreck.

Weimar.

Blackmailed like Pence.

Selina Kyle.

Vicki Vale.

Meow.

Sewn together.

From scraps.

A staged rescue.

Ring a bell?

Missing children.

Cage man’s pedigree.

Shreck Soros.

But not as much as Penguin.

George.

Eye bags.

Black teeth.

That gum you like…back in style.

Alex.

Rubber duckies.

Instagram.

Killing children.

Which super-rich dream of this?

Only dream?

Shreck Trump.

Why did Hollywood hate Trump for so long?

Electronic warfare.

Countermeasures.

Old crows.

Lisbeth’s kiss.

-PD

Batman [1989)

De Blasio failure.

Like a legendary Q.

Vale hot ’80s blonde.

Legs.

Tits.

Not so much on the tits.

Hair and legs.

But not hairy legs.

Kim Basinger from Athens, GA.

I had her pegged for midwest.

Kansas.

Nebraska.

Donald Trump is Q.

Soros Joker?

Tainted vaccines.

Why Warp their Speed?

Antifa Joker.

Cancel culture Joker.

Anarchist Joker.

Expose the vaccines.

https://www.cdc.gov/coronavirus/2019-ncov/vaccines/safety/adverse-events.html

Stylometry.

Symbolism will be their downfall.

Baltimore [corrupt] plant shut down?

https://www.forbes.com/sites/rachelsandler/2021/03/31/15-million-johnson–johnson-covid-19-vaccine-doses-reportedly-ruined-due-human-error-at-baltimore-plant/?sh=3bc5171d4e77

Who staged January 6?

FULL-Transcript-of-Whistleblower-Interview

-PD

Les Visiteurs du soir [1942)

I don’t know what I’m doing.

But I’m happy.

For once.

Quarante-deux.

She could slow down time with her Aeolian harp.

Silk strings. So tired. Suddenly…

Arletty. Femme fatale.

And Alain Cuny. Homme fatal.

The first punk rock band.

A duo.

The Devil’s Envoys.

Yeah…look at us! In chain… With the dogs!

Like Alan Vega and Martin Rev.

Except Arletty’s in drag, see?

So she’s taping her breasts down like a fashion model.

Which is exactly what she was.

Reified.

But Marie Déa breaks my heart the most.

You want to know where Adèle Exarchopoulos comes from?

Well, here you go.

No doubt. Kechiche.

Quarante-et-un. Quarante-deux.

A perfect film from Marcel Carné.

Existentialism is a Humanism.

And Bob Marley.

But never a more convincing devil than Jules Berry.

No doubt. Rolling Stones.

Master is a Margarita.

Same death-rattle laugh as Keith Richards.

As flaming a devil as Elmyr de Hory.

Raffinato!

Like Sergio Marchionne after 11 espressos.

And all while a love shines through which you might find in the quiet thoughts of Clayton Christensen.

As you might expect: the devil is all business.

A harsh exterior.

Nay…merely forbidding. Yes.

Only the highest level of French society.

True censorship would have forbidden a villain altogether.

In occupied France.

Glorious, glorious. Never let on your form!

Complete your poésies.

From Peshawar to Prussia.

From Barvikha to Batman, Turkey.

-PD

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#5 The Trouble with Mr. Bean [1992)

This is more like it.

Perhaps the most classic bit of all.

Getting dressed in the Mini Cooper.

Brushing his teeth.

Rinsing with the windshield wiper fluid.

It’s bloody clever!

The dentist appointment is rather good, though it’s hard to follow the adventurous trip which precedes it.

The final picnic bit is rather lame.

But the very opening…yes, let’s go back to the top.

Bean, apparently, has an immensely difficult time waking up.

I can wholeheartedly sympathize with that.

He has his grandfather clock.

And then a small alarm on his right nightstand.

And finally a tea kettle alarm on the other nightstand to which he has affixed a hose which runs to the foot of the bed…to spray scalding hot water on his foot.

But there are no snooze buttons.

The little alarm is dropped into a glass of water.

The hose is stopped up by the muscle memory of his big toe.

And back to sleep he goes.

Which all explains why he must rush to the dentist in the fist place.

But let’s examine something else.

In this episode, Bean’s childlike nature is on full display.

He sleeps beneath an A-Team blanket (upon which Mr. T’s flannel, pastel head is displayed clearly).

But just as importantly, Bean sleeps with his teddy bear by his side.

For Bean, his teddy bear is a living entity…a toy doll with feelings.

So Bean tucks in the bear for some extra Zzzz…allowing his faithful friend to sleep in.

And thus begins the frantic race to the dentist.

Furthermore, Bean is solely interested in reading a Batman comic book at his dentist’s office.

None of the vast magazine collection in the waiting room will suffice.

And about that picnic scene…

At least it reminded me that Rowan Atkinson is essentially a mime on this show.

Indeed, he says only one word in his basso profundo voice during this episode.

“Bean”, he intones, as he arrives at the opaque receptionist’s window.

For those in search of art, look no further.

The man says one word. In the entire episode.

Not zero. And not 571.

But merely one.

Directors Paul Weiland and John Birkin were starting to get the hang of things with this one.

Highly recommended!

But don’t let your nose hair get caught in your Norelco (as Mr. Bean painfully finds out). Always reminds me of El Sayyid Nosair. And Meir Kahane. And the Jewish Defense League. MIPT (and by extension, Homeland Security) classifies the JDL as merely a “former terrorist organization”. (Jewish terrorists…imagine that!) Even the ADL gets it right regarding the similar sounding JDL: “thugs and hooligans”.

Kahane (founder of this former Jewish terrorist organization) has a nice little monument in Kahane Park in the West Bank. Which is to say, Israel seems proud of their terrorist martyrs. What hypocrisy!

-PD

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Le Gai savoir [1969)

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Publish. 1:09 AM. Enter your categories below. Bellow. Saul. HTML. HoT MeaL.

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The Grand Budapest Hote…

I cannot express this pictogram. CATEGORIES. We must categorize.

Juliet Berto. I’m just warming up. Preview.

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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.

71 :Words

Trash. Keep on goin’!

Au lecteur:

Current Staus: Saved Draft. Le Gai savoir [1969).

1:15 AM.

How long is a second? Krypton? Cesium?

paulydeathwish

Moi.

Preview Post. Not coming to a theater near you (and certainly not near me).

4/16/2015

My Site. W.

LBJ. Vietnam. Dropping white phosphorus bombs on the silk factories of Hanoi.

Enter your tags below.

Toe.

This film has been a favorite of mine since I first saw it. Like a Bible in the dark. Smirking at how clever.

152 :sdroW

Publish Immediately.

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. ~~ABC~~

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1:27 AM

Louis Le Prince – Wikipedi…

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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. …

Derrida sideways.

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.

Ou Ou Ou

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

Tannu Tuva.

What ever happened to Richard Feynman?

Don’t call me Shirley. Andrew Card.

To enjoy a cigar by the water.

Une poignée de gens

Words: 538.

Attack on language. Send reinforcements.

2:05 AM

ending transmission

-PD

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