“Wes Anderson has a very special kind of talent: He knows how to convey the simple joys and interactions between people so well and with such richness. This kind of sensibility is rare in movies.”
Martin Scorsese on Wes Anderson (born May 1, 1969)
I actually love that his American Express ad is featured as one of his films.
Do you think there was a part of you that imagined the two of you would somehow end up together?
I won’t excerpt her answers. Because I really want you to read them in their intended context, especially in this case, not of a Jessica Biel complaining about being too pretty, or a Rooney Mara aloofing up her own ass, but of a woman who had a child with a man who drugged himself to death in front of the whole world. I love Michelle. I am a Michelle apologist. I don’t think we can know what it must be like to look at your daughter and see your dead lover in her face every single day. I don’t think it’s fair that we put a time limit on her grief just because “they weren’t even together anymore”. Really??? Not even me, a piece of sh-t gossip bitch who deserves a daily flogging, not even I can draw on that as an argument against.
”The only thing I really have to say is, do you have to be an “apologist” to allow for someone to express grief even if, especially if, you don’t necessarily understand that person’s emotions? I mean how often to you hear about some guy who is mourning an un-named lost love and it adds a layer of mystique, or emotionalism that creates a depth to them that you didn’t understand? I just don’t get why a women showing emotion is looked down upon and in need of “apologists” whereas a man is commended? Dude. The father of her child died. That sucks and she can take as long as she needs to deal with that. People who need help recognizing that are not human. Then again, I’m the type of person who thinks that if Jennifer Aniston really still has a hang up on Brad Pitt(which I don’t believe. I believe that magazines need an angle to sell magazines and this is something that they have found will work) for cheating on her and then adopting/having a million children, than that is her own business. I’ll be honest, if I was number 5 on a World’s Hottest Women chart and my husband left me for number 4, I’d be fucked up in the head. Like, I’m at the peak of my hotness and there is still nothing I can do. Shit, son. Life is fucking complicated, but that is mind-blowingly complicated.
God. I think I am having a breakdown about celebrity gossip. I just don’t ever want to hear any part of it ever again. My and my family and friend’s lives are complicated enough. Why do I want to add total strangers into the mix? I don’t. I just don’t. Also, my brother just got back from his tropical vacation with the author of the whitest book of the year and my father is calling me up asking how to connect his laptop to his television so he can watch streaming content and all of my friends are either having babies or getting married, so I just have a lot on my plate right now. OKAY! JUST BACK OFF!
Here, It’s that thing that people are doing. About their Netflix or whatever.
High School TV Teen Dramas
Imaginative Movies
Critically-acclaimed Dark Movies
Controversial Movies
Movies Featuring a Strong Female Lead
Understated Independent Movies
Cerebral Tortured-Genius Movies
Visually-striking Emotional Movies
Raunchy Stand-up Comedy
Quirky British TV Shows
Suspenseful TV Shows
Dark Dramas Based on a Book
Exciting Romatic Foreign Movies
So I went to see this yesterday with my friend and I leaned over right before the movie started
“You won’t judge me if I cry through this whole movie will you?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing.”
Wait—
There’s a kid in the movie where Hugh Jackman plays Avatar with a Rock Em Sock Em Robot? I didn’t know it was possible for that movie to possibly be any worse. And yet…
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Stockett plays along for as long as it takes to get through the same five damn questions that have been asked for the past three damn years, until at some point during the meal — somewhere around the tired questions about how Skeeter moves to New York just like Stockett did and how she sure does resemble her and how much exactly is her and how much is made up — she will just shake her head and check her wine glass and look down as if to say, “Don’t you know how much this conversation has already been done?” She won’t respond with anything about growing up in Mississippi and aspiring to be a writer or how she had to pay her dues with rejections just like Skeeter. Instead, she’ll just say, “I think I might be all of [the characters], I think I might even be the worst ones.”
- Kathryn Stockett in an interview on Creative Loafing
I still haven’t read the book (The Help, the omnipresent book that is currently blanketing the entire South) but now I want to go hang out with the author.
Spending my rainy day in the country watching comedies (Waiting for Guffman currently, Slap Shot was earlier today) and doing research on how all this Google+ stuff works. Once I can get all the people I care about to migrate over from FB, I won’t ever have to check that shit again!!!
First things first,
I am in the middle of a very weird phase of my life. Even though I have felt old for a very long time, I am about to be officially old. For some reason this means that I am feeling very self conscious on Tumblr. Who knows WTF that is about? I miss you guys, but I have no idea what to say other than life is complicated and full of mysteries.
Second point, how in the hell is The Fall so much more attractive than any other movie ever made. My goodness. It could have been a silent movie, with no score or dialogue and still would make my top 10 list.
I am unashamed to say that I love this movie.I have been waiting all year to post this.
a bright wall in a dark room.: The Conversation (1974)
FOR YOUR OWN SAKE, DON’T GET INVOLVED ANY FURTHER
by Chad P.
It starts with a camera’s dazzling longshot from high above, a slow telephoto zoom that begins with a crowd and winds up with a person - or, rather, the back of a person’s head. Harry Caul (Gene Hackman), supposed…
This is one of my straight up all time favorite thrillers. Gene Hackman is a god and the final scene lingers in you for months after watching. This write up is fantastic. The only thing I could possibly think to add is that you should consider this to be a silent movie with the sound being an additional character. Everything you hear, every word, every rustle, every foot step, it has purpose and has been arranged for you like a jigsaw puzzle with twelve pieces missing. Even the absence of sound has been arranged for you. I haven’t seen The Towering Inferno or Earthquake, but the fact that The Conversation did not win the Oscar for Sound or Editing in 1975 is a black mark on The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences’ soul that can never be erased.
