February 2009
13 posts
“The more money that’s involved in a project the less imagination there will be...”
– Moore again, bless ‘im
“The main reason why comics can’t work as films is largely because everybody who...”
– Why Alan Moore Hates Comic-Book Movies
art boy
Reposted from another blog of mine, currrently inert, in advance of reviewing the director’s other movie, which I recently saw.
“You kissed me, dude!” Originally uploaded by homo superior.
American cinema contains plenty of stories about ordinary gay guys of a particular type. You might not think so hearing gay critics whine about it. The movies generally follow a immediately...
I have doubts
Was the last line in Doubt, delivered by a blubbering and manneristic Meryl Streep, supposed to be comic?
Regardless, I laughed.
15-year old dick
Actually, actor David Kross was probably 17 or 18 when he did his nude scenes with Kate Winslet, but nevertheless, there it is, the character’s 15-year old dick, implausibly limp and in soft focus, yes, but also as concrete evidence as to why an older woman might appreciate it whatever its age. Once you see a couple of ‘em, you realize there really isn’t much difference between a...
a grappling lesson
A long time ago in another blog, in a critique I wrote dissing Salon’s Stephanie Zacharek’s rather retarded and amateurish misviewing of the Dardenne Bros’ radical and shattering The Son, I suggested that filmmakers could learn a lot from the film’s shooting style: A floating, frantic, obsessive hand-held camera that followed rather than lead, than observed rather than...
“Suddenly you think you should be playing the Marlon Brando role in ‘On the...”
– Rupert Everett: Being Gay in the Movie Biz ‘Really…Just Doesn’t Work
“When “Benjamin Button” pauses to make the occasional observation about life and...”
– ‘Benjamin Button’ is ‘Forrest Gump’ redux - At the movies- msnbc.com
“my gods, how long is this movie ? [Benjamin Button]”
– Twitter / homo superior
into the woods
Into the Wild bummed everyone out at Art Factory’s Cinema Under the Stars this past Wednesday. I’ve been emotional lately; it teared me up as well.
Not, probably, for the same reasons it did everyone else: The glassy-eyed, smiling death at the end of the movie.
No, I cried because Chris was mostly right. About modern life, about what it means to be free. If he hadn’t been...
“You don’t feel guilty after purchasing a movie ticket; you feel kind of...”
– BREAKING: Beer No Longer Recession-Proof
slumdog loves me
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Slumdog Millionaire opens me up with a close-up, a portrait, of a sweaty angular face, a big-eared, rattled boy who is just my type. Some fat authority-figure fuck hits him. I want to kill anyone who would hurt such a boy. Story of my life.
Anyway that’s how this movie grabbed my attention. Other things, like the elegance and clever pretension of how...