Sunday, 27 November 2011

Bad actors, crappy locations & no script at all! Yeah. A foreign "aRt" film. Bolllox!  A movie should be about entertainment, not some weirdo's obsession with some ugly bitch he was once in love with, used to wank off to( spat at him ), fucking cunt! How can you love someone who has ears that big anyhow? Dumbo! I don' t wanna see some bastard from the other side of the world pissing! OK? I got Qi! I love J-horror, & Godzilla vs Gamera is a masterpiece but, don't give me foreign dudes taking a wee. OK! That ain't entertainment. The Seven Samurai is probably the best film ever made. It's got the lot! Every plot point & character virtue/flaw multiplied by a force of ten! What I don't want is them giving the rim a splash. At least put the seat up! Sorry,honourable person, but they don't got seats where you come from? Go take a dump in the streets, then when insects get stuck in your shit you can sell it as food! Am I ranting? Check out Shinya Sukamoto (sue me if I got it wrong ) for a great big scare! The ending of all endings is to be found in One Missed Call ( every time you think it's all over, it just ramps up the levels for more, more, more! ). Seemingly he (Sukamoto) started wetting the bed( read, uncomfortable sleeping mat in the East ) after watching said Godzilla movie who he believed was created by the atomic bombs dropped by Enola Gay & Pals ( actually his Granpappy told him this in a dream, being vaporised by the above in 1945). Tetsuo, his wet dream, a pure eroticism meshed with machine imagery that for the viewer is intended to indicate a compensation for the lack of softness involved in sex. Perhaps a fundamental  urge for breast-feeding or castration syndrome( in the Fruedian concept ) can be the root of it all. It makes for darn fine J-horror! Coffee, please?  Ringu(The Ring ) sic, possibly the greatest of all psychological serial killing movies due to the motivations of vendetta stands alone;  taking a wiz all over the genre it apes. So, giving the Land of the Rising Sun 10 outta 10, no more taking the piss please( pun intended). Via Copenhagen, Carl Theodore Dreyer & his bastard sons Lars Von Trier/Thomas  Vinterberg, run amok! Iconoclasts of the highest calibre. They chucked away the tripod of Zen & replaced it with reality ( shaky stuff ), & a pinch of Reisenstal's Nurembergs' Rallies' ( if you remember the '40's you weren't really there ). Dogme ( the genre, not the sexual activity ), please? Von Trier writes his production notes on the wall of his office, so like Abbey Road Studios London, it gets a white wash every now & again; a shame for collectors of such incomprehensible prose. Yet they worship at the altar of pure cinematography. Attention to detail is paramount! Make a wrong edit-"you're fired!". You see, going over the top is all about trying to get to the enemies trench before a bullet/s end your mission. Then, you have to kill the enemies, then you have to regroup & get ready for the next over the top. How long can you keep it up? Before the audience walks out. A pebble in your shoe. Mmm, no, just entertain, OK? Why do people like Keyboard Cat? It's a guy under the table moving the cats arms to the beat ( mic' it up & it would sound like a crock   'o shit now ). Not to be confused with the Greatest work of all World Cinema" Apocalypse Now" . Platoon/Full Metal Jacket et al. La Haine( the Hate ) sic, signalled the last days of celluloid. Ape mimic Ape? Spike Jones, different class. The Pizza Parlour smash-up is intoxicating ( watch it on DVD then pause & try to get up off your sofa,..yeah?).Wim Wenders & co'. Werner Hertzog blah,. Jean Luc Godard blah. All greats. With Film you can create then waffle about what you meant. Johnny & his merry bunch of compatriots will never tire of this( in broken English, or blank-aise). With furrowed eyebrows & dark undertones locked into each phrase they, well, look into the distance while prattling on about the existentialism inherent in their work. They wish to share their vision with the world & without them, the world would be a an empty place. Dead As Disco. We should embrace World Cinema. Look beyond the sometimes squalid ness of the surrounding environment & join an obscure film group. Actually start one @yourplace.com. Invite friends from FaceBook you've never met to your home, to watch some weird crap about an Eastern gentleman taking a piss. Go on! Nobodies watching, honest. I can't finish without a nod to " Old Boy". What a movie! Sick & Perverted, it remains a vision of male dominion over the gentler of genders that all assholes should beware of. Cast the first stone, ye who is without sin.  Keep'emPeeled.

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