…are firmly planted in seats at Smokeless Joe’s, having a drink and some dinner before Citizen Duane starts. Konig Weiss for me, Leffe Brun for Nellie.
[tags]tiff, toronto international film festival, smokeless joe’s[/tags]
…are firmly planted in seats at Smokeless Joe’s, having a drink and some dinner before Citizen Duane starts. Konig Weiss for me, Leffe Brun for Nellie.
[tags]tiff, toronto international film festival, smokeless joe’s[/tags]
Every review or synopsis of Requiem (tiff | imdb) that I’ve read has compared it to last year’s The Exorcism Of Emily Rose. This one will be no different. To put it simply, this is what Emily Rose could have been if it wasn’t stock Hollywood fare.
Because we’re preconditioned to expect the same schlocky tactics in every horror film, I spent the first half hour completely tense, waiting for a demonic face to appear in a closing bathroom mirror or a hand to grab an ankle from under a bed. After a while I realized it just wasn’t going to happen. Instead, director Hans-Christian Schmid built this creeping, lurking fear that this poor girl, who we got to know and wished the best for, was going to be ripped from the burgeoning life she’d only just begun to reclaim from her parents. The afflictions that eventually catch up with her manifest in (again) un-Hollywood ways, such that we’re never sure what’s wreaking havoc on her. No melting faces or speaking in tongues here, only behaviour that could be explained by possession, psychosis or stress, depending on what you want to believe.
[tags]tiff, toronto international film festival, requiem[/tags]
…We’re off!!
[tags]tiff, toronto international film festival[/tags]
Tomorrow night we start. Our first film is the fifth screening of the festival: Requiem. We ease into it slowly: one movie tomorrow, one Friday, two on Saturday, two more on Sunday and then three on Monday (we’re taking the day off work). Tuesday we only have one, though we’re taking that day off work as well; we’ll need the break. After that we do one film each night for the next three, then a night off on Friday before returning for one last screening — Outsourced — before I leave on course for a week (which reminds me…must pack!). I’ll try to find time in there to blog, whether from my computer or my blackberry.
Here’s our final lineup:
[tags]tiff, toronto international film festival[/tags]
The new Joanna Newsom album Ys is like her last one: maddeningly compelling. I don’t want to like music which sounds like it was written by J.R.R. Tolkien and sung by the genetic offspring of Bjork and Yeardley Smith, but I do. The line in “Monkey & Bear” that goes “But Ursula we got to eat something” is just…bone-chilling somehow. I don’t know…it’s like there’s someone telling a story over in the corner that I’m not really paying attention to, but part of me knows that the story’s fascinating.
.:.
This is the first night in a long time that I haven’t to do some kind of work. No school work to do tonight, no film festival stuff to plan, no pressing errands…I had time to go for a run, read through all my feeds, blog a hundred things and now I think I’ll watch an episode of Deadwood, or read some more of the Philip Roth book I started this morning (The Plot Against America). Aaaaaaah.
I guess all that hard work from a few weeks ago paid off, though. I got 88% on the term paper, which I’m pretty happy with. I’m one of those guys who’s happy with pass + 1%, so (in the immortal words of my brother Andrew) everything more than that’s just gravy.
[tags]joanna newsom, bjork, yeardley smith, philip roth, leisure time[/tags]
Banksy (a London graffiti artist) has performed a bit of guerilla deliciousness with some fake Paris Hilton (is that redundant?) CDs in London music shops.
From the Globe and Mail: Record chain HMV said Sunday it had pulled from shelves several copies of Hilton’s Paris album that appeared to have been doctored by British graffiti artist and prankster Banksy.
The doctored version includes a topless image of the celebrity heiress, as well as a picture in which she sports the head of a dog. A sticker advertises the album’s “hits” — Why Am I Famous? What Have I Done? and What Am I For?
The AOL indie (is that an oxymoron?) music blog has more, including some NSFW pictures.
[tags]banksy, paris hilton[/tags]
For the past 3 weeks or do I’ve been getting intermittent messages on my voicemail from a woman, saying she had a business matter she needed to discuss with me and leaving her number. No details, no company name, and she was looking for “Danny” Dickinson. I do not go by Danny, so I knew it was bullshit. I assumed this was a telemarketing message, like the eastern European movers who leave long rambling messages. “Ja, this is Jarmusch. We have the biiiiiig truck and the loooooow prices. We can move the biiiiiig items, like the acquarium…”
Last week the calls got more frequent. I googled the phone number and the name that kept coming up was Collect Com Credit. Yoicks! A collection agency! That doesn’t seem right; I’m not the type to avoid debt. Still, now I was worried that there some identity theft going on. I played phone tag with the caller over the weekend and finally got in touch today. She told me there was an American Express account with a $3,300 (!) balance in the name Danny Dickinson. I told her it wasn’t mine, that I barely used the Amex I once had and formally closed the account ages ago. She asked for my birthdate, and it didn’t match with the person she was looking for. She apologized for the scare and thanked me.
On an unrelated note, I just ordered a copy of my credit history.
[tags]overdue balance, credit report, collect com[/tags]
Perhaps the most puzzling keyword hit I’ve ever seen was registered this afternoon. Someone in Paris did a search for “memphis devil shit” and hit my blog. How, might you ask? Well, in a post this past May I talked about a film version of a book called Devil’s Knot about the West Memphis Three, and then talked about how we had to check my cat’s shit for the string he’d swallowed. Et voila.
It’s times like this I wish I had Google adwords, just to see the kind of hits I’d get for that.
[tags]memphis devil shit[/tags]
Tonight Nellie and I watched Why We Fight (imdb | rotten tomatoes), a documentary about the American military industrial complex. At least, that’s how it started out, centering around Dwight Eisenhower’s 1960 farewell address, but it veered off to a few different topics, some of which were related to the main thesis only indirectly, if at all. The kid who joined up after his mother died, had little to do with anything, except perhaps to make the viewer seem anxious that such a twitchy kid would ever carry a firearm. The retired New York cop whose son died in the World Trade Center represented the general national anger and desire for revenge, ultimately manipulated by the Bush administration for its own purposes, but director Eugene Jarecki wasn’t really able to tie that to the central theme: that America is pushed into war because of the close relationship between the Pentagon, the armaments companies, Congress and (more recently) the Washington think tanks. The military budget — at $750 billion annually — is the single largest discretionary spend in the government’s budget. As one interviewee put it, when war is that profitable, you can be sure there will be more of it.
One of the more interesting aspects of the film is Dwight Eisenhower himself. The man was Supreme Allied Commander of Europe in WWII, was head of NATO and had served as a Republican president for eight years during the Cold War. Given all that, I’ve always found it interesting that he called so vehemently for the careful monitoring of what he dubbed the “military industrial complex” and asked citizens, in his farewell address, to remain vigilant against it lest it garner too much power. He once expressed worry at what would happen if someone ever sat in White House who understood the military less well than he, a fear that now seems well-founded indeed. Eisenhower understood the fear of standing armies, but probably accepted the present-day need for them; what worried him was the influence commercial concerns had on military policy, and the sacrifices that the accelerated and unnecessary spending would entail. He himself made speeches pointing out what could have been bought for the cost of one bomber…how many schools, how many hospitals, how many homes, and so on.
Had Jarecki stayed on this topic I think the documentary would have been even more powerful, but it instead moved on to next part of the theory: that, in order to sustain military spending, the government colludes with armaments manufacturers to seek out war. Every president eventually deploys the military to safeguard America’s interests in some part of the world or another, usually under the guise of defending freedom or spreading democracy, but in fact for much less noble reasons. Jarecki jumps back and forth between blaming this on the military industrial complex and neo-con plans for world domination; regardless of the specific cause, it happens, and it’s as predictable a pattern as one could imagine. Skipping over Grenada, Panama, Chile, Iran and dozens of others, we see a little more background on Saddam Hussein: how, as we all know, America propped him up when he opposed Iran, but in 1991 when he invaded Kuwait and threatened Saudi Arabia, the campaign began to portray Saddam as the devil himself. Even in 2003, when the media had twelve years to do a little research, the fact that he was a former ally was not mentioned. The message had to go out: he was a madman, bent on destroying America; he had always been a madman, and was suddenly the most pressing security concern on the planet. Evidence was manufactured to support this decision, and America chanted, “Oceania is at war with Eastasia! Oceania has always been at war with Eastasia!”
As you may have guessed from my last comment, I’ve just finished reading 1984. This film — describing in such depressing detail the propaganda methods Orwell described so many years ago — was just one coincidence I experienced within days of finishing the book. I also happened across this essay by Orwell on what compelled him to write, and this Salon article about Yevgeny Zamyatin’s book We, a dystopian novel in the same vein as 1984. Despite the eerie accuracy of 1984‘s detail, I never bought its central premise: that a political body would seek power only to have power, and to keep it only within their totalitarian grasp. I fancied this, in itself, a form of communist elitism that ran counter to human nature, and which would collapse on itself. I suppose the thought that we’re too corrupt to ever completely dominate each other was almost reassuring, until I watched Why We Fight. It reminded me that domination can happen quietly, spurred on and steered by the very capitalist human nature which, in my estimation, protects us from Orwell’s imagining of the future.
War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength. Doublethink doesn’t just exist; it’s available for half price.
This weekend we watched a movie called House Of D (imdb | rotten tomatoes), a well-intentioned film that just didn’t have any impact. At least, not on me; Nellie liked it a lot.
It was about the childhood of an artist, played by David Duchovny, who grew up with Robin Williams (doing his best Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man impression) as his best friend. There was all kinds of potential there, and it hit a few funny parts, but the movie was just too uneven. I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone, but I think Nellie would.
[tags]house of d[/tags]