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Diamond Jubilee swag.
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My favorite moive.
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“Do you understand, having you out here is the same as having no one??”
I need to see this episode ASAFUCKINGP, part two
An unspoken Man Men rule: a Joan episode is necessarily a great episode.
The colors in 16mm movies are denser and more concentrated while black and white 16mm seems more ethereal (yet at the same time, rawer and more material). There’s a sense in which 16mm, which is naturally more impressionistic or even pointillist than 35mm, photographs atmosphere. The pronounced film grain makes the image softer and more forgiving—not only of faces but mistakes which, as retakes are limited, cannot but be accepted. (Mismatched shots are practically a given.) Even the most impoverished 16mm production cost a self-financing filmmaker a frightening amount of money. Kenneth Anger once compared himself to a goldsmith fashioning art out precious metals—and, with their supersaturated Kodachrome II colors, his 16mm movies looked like jewels. Had amateur video existed in 1965, it’s likely that Andy Warhol’s greatest cinematic works would have been taped rather than shot. If so, the profligacy of his method would have been meaningless; the screen tests and early talkies would have lacked the presence and gravitas conferred by 16mm.
—J. Hoberman, “Sweet Little 16mm” (May 18, 2012)
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breaking into song when people inadvertently quote lyrics is one of my favorite things
i worry that it might be a little obnoxious
that doesn’t mean i ever stop myself
but i do keep it in mind
I’ve got a friend who’s always on the alert for someone saying “I woke up this morning,” just so he can go DUH NUH NUH NAH NUH like George fucking Thorogood. And now I’m stuck doing it too.
You’d better believe the next person I meet and want to give my number to is getting a sing-songy “and this is crazy”.
Gremlins
Though originally billed as a family-friendly trifle, the film has since been reclaimed by the nostalgic as a sly and subversive satire, a vicious black comedy using its veneer of cuteness to smuggle in a diatribe against…well, what exactly? Nobody seems quite sure. Its proponents, of course, offer a trove of differing and often incompatible opinions about the film’s tacitly delivered thesis, each more radical than the next: It’s aggressively critical of consumerism, you’ll read, or of small-town values, Christmas, late capitalism, America, the entire Western world. And the film’s detractors, too, have found no shortage of ideological perspectives from which to find it problematic, and there’s a compelling reading of Gremlins as one of the most brazenly racist Hollywood productions of the 1980s.
Warner Home Video has recently reissued their 25th Anniversary bluray edition of Joe Dante’s Gremlins, and I seized the opportunity to write about it at length. I think I prefer the more overtly satirical Gremlins 2: The New Batch, which is essentially an open fuck-you to its own audience, but I appreciate the relative subtlety of the first film’s assault, too. Read more over at Slant Magazine.
“I’m really scared for my generation, you know. The thing that scares me most is Tumblr. I hate what Tumblr has become. Because it like, it reminds me of those clique-y girls in high school that used to make fun of everyone else and define what was cool, but in five years, when you all graduate, that shit doesn’t matter. No one gives a fuck about that shit. Instead of kids going out and making their own moments, they’re just taking these images and living vicariously through other people’s moments. It just kills me. Then you’ll meet them and they’re just the biggest turkey in the world. They don’t actually embody any of those things. They just emulate. It’s scary man, simulation life that we’re living. It scares me.”
