How Telling

March 29, 2009


I think too much, in movie form.

I just don’t know how to tell it, ironically enough. Do I dare do it in the spirit of Slacker, an ever changing plotless “Post-Film School Experimental Piece,” as one imdb user describes that movie? Do I do it in the spirit of Forest Gump, and have the main character looking back? Do I do it similar to American Beauty or Life As A House, and have the characters in life changing moments of life?

But either way, there are 9 methods of storytelling that I can think of in our everyday lives. From day to day conversations to books and movies and music and the internet.

There starts my colors. In 9 parts, maybe I can start telling well thought out stories.

A Sign Of The Times

March 28, 2009

Would you keep that job after rubbing a talking oven with a shammy? Lemme put it to you this way. A TALKING OVEN. RUBBING WITH A SHAMMY. Apparently BOTH OF YOU ENJOYING IT.

It’s a sign of the times. The job market is tough. Not only is it a dead-end job, but there is an innuendo spouting oven. And he has to put up with it daily.

Minimum Wage for that? No way.

P.S. there is also apparently an “after 9pm” version of that commercial, which can be found in the related videos. If this one wasn’t “ambiguous” enough…

Beyond My Backyard

March 27, 2009

I promised you guys farm photos.

Oh No, Not Again

March 26, 2009

A new potential job? A new potential city to move to?

I do this every time. I find something, and the night I apply to it I research the hell out of the city. As if it’s already set in stone and I’ll move there.

This is the first time applying to a ‘down to earth job’ but still, what’s the chances I’ll actually get it?

As much as I want it…

Go internet!

March 22, 2009

I didn’t change the clock. Neither did it. Oh well.

Easiest 150th post ever.

Eraserhead

March 21, 2009

I’m trying to remember how good cinema can be. Without telling a story. While telling a story.

Shock the viewer.

I’m Completely Alone…

March 21, 2009

at a table of friends/I feel nothing for them/nothing.

Conor, shut up. As much as I love your music, what the hell’s wrong with you? After like, the third (cup of attacking my vodka/stabbing ice with my straw) I’m completely embraced by my friends, can poorly dance, and not care.

Some much needed fun, after a confusion of life. You have no idea how many grammatical/spelling errors I fixed…

EDIT: Happy Spring!

So, I went and did my usual Wednesday night thing. A night out by myself, in the middle of the week. The local college station should have the Twee House on. Only, they don’t. How long have they been on spring break?

There’s something special about tonight though – I got my tax return. Or some of it. I don’t plan to go out and spend it, but should I stumble upon something I’ll get it. So my radio show isn’t on, so what? I go to the mall. Maybe if I’m lucky I can find twee music there. Ha, I wish.

Expensive movies I shrugged off before are now easily accessible! Purchasing power has never come so easily! Only, I don’t want to spend it. It becomes quite clear, almost immediately, money doesn’t bring me happiness. Or a distraction. It feeds greed and possession and alienation (if we possess we don’t share, if we don’t share we’re alienating each other). I keep looking around.

Randomly I make eye contact with a stranger, while going in opposite directions on the escalators. I look away – I’m still a shy boy, and it’s a girl afterall. But, what was she doing there? That one second glimpse, even from afar. I look at DVD-Rs in Radioshack of all places. I’m hiding from my lameness looking at potential movie stuff. I sigh. I keep going in circles, half looking for her. As if she wasn’t on her way out, and was looking for me too…

I guess I break my lent rule, now that I’m reading about near death experiences I doubt there’s a Hell even more. Is a latte coffee? I don’t feel any caffeine rush. I circle the mall once more – what the hell am I doing?

I go to Borders, one last stop. I oddly look for Chuck Palahniuk books, as if I’d ever read that. I think back, and try to remember that feeling of discovering Camus. When he was becoming my favorite author. It’s odd, sometimes the process is more satisfying than the outcome.

I leave, and stop at Taco Bell. I wonder what to do, and where to go. Where to get proof of this tax return. After eating I drive around, realizing how disappointing the night has been. No twee music. No twee action. No reason to actually be going to the mall. No reason to go out, period. Feeling I’m still in motion is at the biggest standstill I’ve ever felt.

Sigur Ros will make me feel better, right? I dunno. But I have my proof. I grab a Sherbet Cooler from Stewarts, my first use of the tax return. I drive home. It’s nice to be home.

They keep me in line, but keep me safe. They want me in motion as much as I do. They want me to be happy. I know what I have to do. But I need to break it down into small steps, without wasting gas, falling for strangers, and stopping at Taco Bell – on my own.

Watchmen

March 16, 2009

So, about three days later, I finally understand it and know how to review it. As a whole, it’s a good movie. Definitely not great, and not great for its duration. Oddly enough though, it rarely drags, and touches on many topics, instead of trying to fill its total time.

Trying to summarize it will be nearly impossible, but it basically tells the story as the characters go from human to superheroes, and now where they are now. It is an alternate time line story, set in the 70s but doesn’t feel dated. It ponders human existance and shortcomings, without being too pompous. Too pompous.

But oddly enough, it still fails. By overloading the story with about 5 stories nearly simultaneously, you feel informed but lost. By leaving all the characters with personal triumphs and losses, you’re both confused and entertained. By filling in little gaps, retelling history and trying to be philosophical, you’re either overloaded or lost.

However, it is very nice to look at. Lots of very good effects. Lots of interesting points. Unfortunately it’s points only seem to last for the scene in which they take place. The visual effects are nice, but aren’t substance. The story seems to go nowhere, and it definitely leaves you off nowhere, after everything that happens.

As a general movie goer, I wouldn’t recommend anyone see it. For a comic book fan, I’d suggest they see it (it’s supposed to be quite loyal to the graphic novel). But anyone looking for an entertaining movie they can forget a few days later or an all-time favorite, look elsewhere. Somehow this movie is neither forgettable nor changing cinema forever. It just is, and it tries to be a lot more.

Buddy Holly

March 11, 2009

Buddy Holly is so good he doesn’t even move his lips to sing that song!