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Monday, February 27, 2006

V for Vendetta!

The movie's coming, so I borrowed the graphic novel and devoured it. What a fantastic piece of writing. Moore knows how to craft an insanely compelling tale. Too bad the artwork wasn't more compelling and V spoke in quotes a lot. Made him sound like a graduate theater student with a massive ego.

I hear that Moore is quite disappointed with how the movie turned out, or at least the script. Doesn't surprise me. Hard to make a movie for Brits and Americans about an anarchistic terrorist!

I'm reading Watchmen now. The opening is knocking my face to the floor with every turn of the page. Makes reading cumbersome, tu sabes?

Portland International Film Festival

I hit the second weekend of the 29th Annual Portland International Film festival this weekend. Aside from having a sore throat that made it feel like getting punched in the throat every time I swallowed and getting bitten by some form of arachnid or insect two nights in a row at our piece of crap motel, I had a great time. I seriously did. Massive kudos to Eef, aka Mr. Ethan Nicholle ( ) who drove in from Vancouver after a weekend of playing rock shows with his band, Lunaractive ( or We had a dutch hetero-man date. It was great.

Movie run-down:
-Kinky Boots: A feel-good about yourself British comedy about a guy who inherits his father's shoe factory and saves it by making women's boots for drag queens. Not groundbreaking, but well done by making its characters earn your respect, not your sympathy.

-Animated Shorts: Some boring abstract stuff, but some rad stuff from Vinton Studios, which is now Laika studios. Got to see the latest short from Henry Selick (Nightmare Before Christmas, James/Giant Peach). Overall, worth the time.

-The Proposition: A Western set in Australia's developing outback, written by musician Nick Cave and starring Danny Huston, Guy Pearce (Memento), and John Hurt (who rules). Slow paced and very moody, as a perfectionist sheriff makes a poor choice in letting Guy Pearce, an outlaw, have a chance to make good by bringing in his brother. Sort of like John Ford Meets Sam Peckinpah, in the best of ways.

-Sympathy for Lady Vengeance: Having viewed the first two films in the trilogy (Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance, Old Boy), I was pretty excited to see the final installment. Though they were films that were quite flawed, they contained a visceral and epic quality that really stuck with me, despite how over the top they were. What a massive disappointment. Director Chanwook Park gets non-linear AND medieval on our butts, and it just doesn't work too well. It feels scattered, as he links characters and their unnecessary backstories to his main story, which could have used some beefing up. A fantastic moral to the story, though.

-Innocence: I've never watched a movie like this before. It was abstract, slow, and didn't follow a central character. I think it was a metaphor for girls growing up, but I'm not sure. I felt like I'd accomplished something after watching it though. For true film fans only.

NOTE: The final two films I saw on Sunday, and I was dead freaking tired. Take reviews with a grain of salt.

-Tristram Shandy: A Cock and Bull Story- Scattered British docu/comedy about attempting to and actuall adapting the convulted novel Tristram Shandy. Pretty funny and heady stuff, very British. I wish I wouldn't have been so tired. Fans of Christopher Guest (Spinal Tap), should like this flick.

-The Hidden Blade: Sequel to Twilight Samurai, which I haven't seen. This film was completely enjoyable. It very well could have been a Western, in the most classic sense. Beautifully filmed, very reminiscent of Kurosawa in his prime. Not groundbreaking, but did everything it did with the greatest of skill.

A quick story to ponder

Here's a story: John and Cindy met just before John was supposed to get married. They connected right away; soul mates, in fact. When John first caught Cindy's eye when she served him breakfast at the diner that first morning, he knew he'd met someone special. Before returning home from his business trip, they spent every night together, making the most passionate love of their lives and sharing their deepest secrets. Neither one of them had ever felt so safe or such a strong connection with another human, nor would they ever.

Because of his marital arrangement, John returned home, got married, had kids, and slaved away at the corporation he worked for. Cindy, too, eventually got married and had a child.

Four years later, Cindy received a postcard from John, stating that he'd like to see her, since he'd be in her area for another business trip. Cindy was delighted. She told her husband she was just meeting with an old friend from high school. When Cindy wouldn't return home at night while John was in town, she just told her husband she had gotten too drunk to return home, which was a lie. John and Cindy returned to the same motel from four years before to rekindle the romance that felt as if it had left off just yesterday.

Years passed and they continued in this pattern. John would come up as he was able to get away from home. Cindy wanted John to leave his wife, but because of societal attitudes toward infidelity and divorce, plus he had his job to keep up. Both of John and Cindy's spouses eventually found out about the affairs, Cindy's husband filing for divorce while John's wife whiled away in painful silence.

After a particularly painful parting, in which Cindy grew angry at John for not leaving his wife, a long lapse in communication occurred. Cindy finally decided to end the silence and sent John a postcard, only to have it returned with a stamp reading "Deceased" over her handwritten note. She called John's wife, who said he was killed in a car wreck on his way home from a business trip.

Cindy was devastated. Her soul mate was gone, her spouse was gone, all because she couldn't be with John. It was society's fault, really. If John wouldn't have had to worry about what people would have said if he left his wife because he was having an affair, they would have been together, at her little house near the diner where she was a waitress. John had always dreamed of owning a restaurant and they'd talked about buying it, running it as a couple if John left his wife.

How much sympathy is there for Cindy and John? Why is there sympathy? Were they wrong for cheating?

Now consider this: you've just read the plot outline from Brokeback Mountain. I'm not kidding. Change the names and events, and it's the same story.


So, blogger seems to be more "reputable" than myspace, and here I am. I can now leave comments for John Kricfalusi and Sam Hiti and have a cool picture with it! Yay!