EVERYTHING IS TERRIBLE! · 1:24am Oct 12th, 2015
I have no idea how I'm going to start the next chapter, but it's sure to be a mind screwdriver.
I have no idea how I'm going to start the next chapter, but it's sure to be a mind screwdriver.
To try to put a film as purely visual as Koyaanisqatsi into words is an incredibly difficult task. This film exists on it's own plain of existence, and within it's own universe, conforming to neither documentary or narrative film, but rather it's own, borderline spiritual and meditative experience wholly unlike any other.
New Particle Gadgeteering post: Dark Matter Detectors and Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials.
My latest story: Fry And The Alien Sun Pony
Is a crackship of Philip J. Fry and Princess Celestia. What are your thoughts on this crackship?
And what are your thoughts on my story of it?
Despite the wealth of Octavia fics on this site, I’m surprised I haven’t seen any about classical music. Maybe I haven’t read enough or just haven’t seen any. Comment if you know of any others. I think it’s a good idea itching to be done.
Paul Thomas Anderson's third feature marked the peak of his increasingly complex ensemble dramas, marking the exceptional maturation and expansion of the stylistic and storytelling tropes he first properly explored in Boogie Nights.
The words 'cute' or 'endearing' aren't exactly words one uses to describe the filmography of Paul Thomas Anderson, a director whose filmography is known for its cynical and, at times, pessimistic look at human nature. These words are also not ones I'd use to describe Adam Sandler, a man whose 'films' generally consist of a vulgar sludge of lowest brow humor that would make a caveman want to destroy any and all traces of them.
More of an experience then a standard film, Paul Thomas Anderson’s sixth feature is a tightly wound, disturbing yet fascinating character study, while also providing one of the best examinations of the cult mentality put to film in recent memory.
Almost a not-a-contest entry, or maybe it is (gonna confess that I haven’t read through all of it just yet). . . .
But what I have read through, Penguifyer’s already hitting where it counts. Ponies are musical, we all know that.
Bennett Miller's cerebral, almost surgically precise retelling of famed writer Truman Capote's writing of Capote's magnum opus "In Cold Blood", is not only a vehical for a tour de force performance by Philip Seymour Hoffman, but also a fascinating character study of Capote, and his obsession with the brutal murder and one of the murderers themselves.
Paul Thomas Anderson's second film is a fascinating, intentionally sprawling examination of the lives of those sucked into the California porn industry in the late 1970s through the early 1980s, and not only provides a unique lens in which to view the time period, also manages to humanize these characters, while still highlighting the exploitative and demeaning elements of the industry, coupled with the allure of stardom and fame that it promises.