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Wednesday, November 20, 2024
Frankenstein
Once again, literate compassion for the soulful and tender reanimated beast, stitched together reconstituted to forever cheat vainglorious mortality.
When left alone far off and sheltered his innate world-weary warm-heart shines through, his resplendent inner-beauty impeccably beaming with forthright enriching illuminated humanism.
Such a shame that fleeting appearances mean so so so much in the eyes of so many, when countless wise and spiritual educators proactively rationalize the sheer illusion.
At times, it applies both ways to sights pleasant or disagreeable to the eye, both generally distasteful to tenacious treatises and their orthodox criticisms of aesthetics and disconcertment.
But acting without concern for the inherent nature of unalterable characteristics, leads to much more pleasant thoughtful dialogue in terms of multivariable individual expression.
Through the mass cultivation of the many the reliance on appearance wholeheartedly fades, and sprightly exclamatory universals collectively diversify through latent whimsy.
Thus the blind inclinations which recklessly lead towards herd classifications, relatively loosen their stubborn prejudices and once again nurture the youthful life.
But Frankenstein's creation is herded and ruthlessly attacked through no fault of his own, and then elaborately made to suffer for having striven to defend himself.
That was what struck me from the novel anyways as I imagine I've mentioned before, the poor isolated creature alone and scared secretly monitoring the woodland family.
Completely unaware of his strength and innocently oblivious to old world hatreds, still faintly hoping to engage in conversation to not have to dwell forsaken in shadow.
That's always been the story for me not the depressing antagonistic aftermath.
Which The Dodo challenges every day.
Through the heartwarming preservation of life.
Tuesday, November 19, 2024
Aguirre, der Zorn Gottes (Aguirre, the Wrath of God)
As colonialism expands in the jungles of South America, the Indigenous inhabitants engage in trickery, wholeheartedly convincing several of the invaders that a vast city of gold exists deep within, the tale too tantalizing to ignore, soon a diverse outfit departs in pursuit.
Unaccustomed to the haunting jungle with its sweltering heat and bugs and mud, the ensemble makes slow progress initially until confronting a hostile river.
Here the group splits up with many of the party remaining behind, as a courageous group virtuously led bravely sets out alone down its course.
Virtuous ideals clashing with blunt pragmatism such strained relations when people don't value life, ironically tormenting the high-minded colonialists who had already instigated so much Native carnage.
Conflict abounds as the lethal Aguirre soon disagrees with his captain, and plans a much less sympathetic voyage weak on heart and strong on ambition.
He's able to persuade most of the company to boldly adhere to his brutal methods, as they drift deeper into the jungle on their adventurous own without knowledge or know-how.
Their rafts are detected by Natives hoping not to suffer like their enslaved brethren.
Arrows picking the Spanish off one by one.
As Aguirre's madness irascibly intensifies.
A remarkable feat of filmmaking which took considerable risks to accomplish its goals, hats off to the daring cast and crew (plus Herzog) who set out on the river expedition.
It mustn't be as dangerous as it looks or else I doubt anyone would have agreed to do it, and how did the camera crew get all those shots as the wild river raged with absolutist fervour?
A former prince even travels amongst them and bitterly complains about his newfound bearing, not much is made of the dynamic character but he does show up from time to time.
Adorable animals occasionally adorn the blood-soaked verse with contradictory tender, but at times they aren't treated humanely most notably the awkward rebellious horse scene.
Music also interrupts the flow of augmented acidic despondent mutiny, as mellifluous sounds generously erupt from an endemic pipe playfully attuned.
When you stare into Kinski's eyes it really is like you're sailing through an abyss, it's like he spent so much time furiously exclaiming when they weren't filming that he forgot to radicalize his lines on set.
A marvel of cinematic industry that likely never would have been made if the mechanics had been scrutinized, I can sincerely applaud its visceral fortitude assuming the cast and crew knew what they were getting into.
📽🎞
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Friday, November 15, 2024
Grey Cup Pick
Toronto Argonauts/Winnipeg Blue Bombers: crisis set in last Saturday when the Argonauts definitively pulled ahead, but that doesn't mean the CFL just shuts down and casually waits for the beginning of next season. There's a story for the Grey Cup anyways a backup quarterback who could inspire legend, Nick Arbuckle getting the start he must be pumped what compelling affairs. Fittingly, in his first start for the Argos in 2021, according to Wikipedia, he defeated the Blue Bombers no less, if he wins this one he could sign for big bucks, meaning his first and last games with Toronto will have led to huge Blue Bomber defeats. I have to admit though, although the Arbuckle story is the most exciting thing for me about this game, with the Jets playing so well, I'm daring to dream this is the year of the 'Peg! And therefore can't shut the Blue Bombers down again this weekend anyways. Good luck to feisty Manitoba. Go Winnipeg Go!
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We are Zombies
That would be odd if everyone who had ever lived continued to exist until the end of time, spatial limitations and moribund immortality disproportionately confounding spiritual orthodoxies.
Build up I say, like in Asia, unless you want one massive sprawling country, covering integral forests nationswide, with no room for resilient animals.
Has there ever been an animal zombie film within which not only humans nexercise livid purgatory, and everywhere you go every living thing that has ever existed regenerates evermore?
It could be related to a celestial deficit where living beings of all kinds are denied an afterlife, the gods furious or dismissive or bored and consequently no longer interested in accepting newcomers.
It could correspond to a disastrous future where ubiquitous pollution has destroyed the environment, while populations both living and dead continue to expand ad infinitum (there's an episode of Star Trek for that! [the expanding population not the pollution {Original Series}]).
It wouldn't have to be on this planet it could be discovered by adventurers in space, who happen to be carrying a spiritual adviser with them who could slowly detect the absent celesticity.
In the end they could locate extant clerics still in possession of the ancient codes.
To once again open the doors of Valhalla.
And gleefully repopulate ethereal equivalencies.
Condos etc. do seem like the way to go although they may not fit with many cultural narratives, wherein which vast estates and boundless lands occupy definitive prominent theatre.
Whatevs, apartments can fit so many more people and offer multiple stunning wide-ranging views, you can build up and up and up to reach haughty-high-heaven if you really want to.
It must be strange within however waiting for the elevator at times may be frustrating, and if they shut down for a long period of time that could be borderline life-threatening for older residents.
I suppose they would be so gigantic that they would be like small towns of their own, and develop unique genuine multiplicities generally attuned to elaborate social structures.
You could even incorporate dance halls with first rate acoustics and a lively theatre, thus creating self-sustaining enclaves with schools and shopping malls and medical centres.
Planet Zombie still a long ways off note the value of birth control and family planning.
We are Zombies isn't as cataclysmic as some.
But still showcases some classic carnage.
Disturbingly decadent!
Thursday, November 14, 2024
Jubilee
Queen Elizabeth I seeks direct knowledge of the future, and an accommodating angel is summoned, divinely endowed with prophetic precision he graciously enables clairvoyant caricatures, as they travel to a post-apocalyptic future feverishly enamoured with punk rock.
Strange to provide ahistorical comparisons between the alternative social constructs, but whereas the Queen monopolises power way back when, a media mogul exercises similar authority over yonder.
His friends characterize the past with random inspired proclamations, like a series of disgruntled spirited diatribes diabolically manifested through armageddon.
Puzzling to the astonished Queen who takes it in with modest whimsy, somewhat shocked by the blatant contrasts but otherwise scientifically disposed.
The police have taken to violence and no longer put up with the slightest objection, quickly firing should constructive criticisms ever dare to voice concerns.
People discovered with nothing to do must endure underground lectures on various topics, an audience desired found within the streets where millions remain unemployed.
What can the bewildered Queen then boldly administer amongst her subjects?
To imagine alternative global paths.
Prominently incorporating widespread leisure.
Treading imaginatively throughout time multivariable presents chaotically mingle, to effectively generate kinetic shards exuberantly coruscating wild endeavours.
Had the Queen spent more time delicately observing the tribulations of her stately epoch, perhaps the sensational uproars may have seemed less grandiose as semantically situated within composite streams.
Thoroughly saturated embellished beacons enthusiastically disseminating jocose hypotheses, not as devoutly determined by chronological forecasts much more individualistically composed.
Like ye olde Lite Brite or David Lynch's picture to be found in another room, Jarman bedazzlingly creates improvised disharmonies through substantial recourse to extant obscurity.
With good times endearingly awaiting the shape-shifting collectives in balm and friendship, indeed forging lackadaisical teams to fortuitously treasure infinite subjectivity.
Carefree and unfortunately at odds with so many disciplined lavish demeanours.
Still unafraid to ebulliently exist.
Brilliant breaching.
Nebulous nerve.
*Criterion keyword: freight.
Labels:
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Wednesday, November 13, 2024
Fata Morgana
Fascinating to hear so many myths imaginatively delineating nimble creation, so many cultures effectively emphasizing dynastic difference enigmatically sewn.
The age of storytelling enduring for millennia it must have been entertaining to listen to such tales, as they transformed and mutated and diversified throughout the casually passing centuries.
At times it seems as if the divergent narratives were inspired by different beings, and that it was potentially several alternative alien visitors who taught different customs around the world.
Or perhaps not different alien groups but the same group over long periods of time, who changed remarkably on their homeworld amongst intermittent visitations.
I've never understood why different cultures are so fussy about creation myths, and why with the advent of international communication it doesn't seem somewhat silly to insist they're true.
To insist they're incredible stories elaborately crafted to be heard again, even more captivating when compared with one another, makes much more sense in my opinion.
Fata Morgana evocatively presents eclectic images from Algerian deserts, and showcases them stitched together while a narrator recites a creation myth.
The myth isn't overflowing with pizazz and didn't generate that much interest, but the random collection of images and entertaining soundtrack made for cool old school accompaniment (Leonard Cohen).
I remember an old working arrangement where I was tasked with encouraging young ones to read, and I showed up one day with a book of myths which we read together for a short period.
The memory stands out because the child was so dismissive at the time, not just of the myths we were reading but of the existence of creation myths themselves.
He was so scientific, I started laughing, I wasn't expecting to hear so much criticism from someone that young.
But you can't count out the feisty Québecois.
Even when they're Anglo like in this instance!
Labels:
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Creation,
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Fata Morgana,
Werner Herzog
Tuesday, November 12, 2024
Storm Boy
An ominous board meeting looms for the former director of a prosperous company, which may result in the industrialization of large verdant swathes of Western Australia.
He's more or less retired and not that concerned with business as of late, his son leading the woebegone way to widespread inanimate environmental degradation.
His granddaughter is quite concerned though and at irascible odds with her dismissive father, and as granddad listens to her passionate criticisms his mind begins to impressionably sway.
He begins telling an old school tale of his unorthodox childhood isolated on a beach, where he grew up with his father and three pelicans and a local friendly Indigenous neighbour.
The tale, much like the original, follows young Kingley as he raises the pelicans, his father and friend warm and pleasantly accommodating throughout the non-traditional animal husbandry.
The birds are an active lot whose jaunty forthright exuberant instincts, lead to the acquisition of thousands of pounds of increasingly larger delicious fresh fish.
Unfortunately, bird hunters are near who outrageously kill just to have deranged fun.
But as he trains them they thoughtfully respond.
And a bird sanctuary may be on its way! 🐦
Plus the deal to alarmingly pollute so much vital Australian land, is suddenly challenged by the swift reemergence of a caring activist and his granddaughter.
It's a heartwarming familial account of the spectacular bonds forged between different species, and the ways in which so many animals can forge lifelong ties with us if raised from birth.
Look to the energetic Moo Deng who recently captured the world's attention, or at manifold other online videos delicately telling similar stories.
Not just when humans are involved, one video depicts a leopard raised by a cow, who still returns to visit her years later, intense congenial interactive love!
I didn't think this version of Storm Boy would be like a reimagining of the original, which I strongly encourage curious peeps to synchronously check out if you've got time.
The new version's good, don't get me wrong, but the original shouldn't be overlooked by any means.
It's much more independent and ingeniously realized a genuine masterpiece to be widely shared.
🎄🎅🤶⭐
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Friday, November 8, 2024
CFL Playoffs, Finals Round
Toronto Argonauts/Montréal Alouettes: who knows how to pick these games, but there's a pattern when Toronto shows up in Québec, vain boasting, wild grandstanding, feigned courage which covers up a lack of understanding. Perhaps letting the Argos score early to make them feel like the American model is working (as Lord Durham weeps), may generate rewards as the game progresses and their false sense of security is incrementally exposed. With such incremental exposition, Montréal's offense can effectively accelerate, as they did in Week 4 this season, embracing victory by a score of 30-20. Toronto also scored 58 last weekend and often an offensive explosion one week is followed by frustration the next. The Als are coming off a solid bye week constitutional. And should indeed teach Toronto another lesson. Picking Montréal at home!
Saskatchewan Roughriders/Winnipeg Blue Bombers: there's no doubt that excellence has resoundingly accompanied Mike O'Shea's Blue Bombers resiliently for years, as the last 4 Western Finals have exceedingly demonstrated Winnipeg is back on top of the West. Calgary seemed to be destined to rule for stampeding decades early on dismissively, but a team finally dug in deep and found a way to outperform them when it seemed impossible (note Bo Levi Mitchell's solid numbers in Hamilton this season). Recent events have uncharacteristically proven to stick with the front runner when making predictions, but it seems like we're back on Canadian and Québecois soil where driven decision making may make less of a fortune. Thus, in 2023, it was no doubt legendary to see Fajardo face Collaros, and efficiently redeem his noteworthy prowess by leading Montréal to a Grey Cup Win. But wouldn't it also be phenomenal if he could defeat Saskatchewan in the heralded game? That intense potentiality too much to dismiss. Picking the Roughriders tomorrow. 🏈
Raising Arizona
At times, the constructive benefits of living a dull yet productive life, fail to impress the potentially high-rolling illicit transgressive provocative crowd.
But enduring grace ironically saves an awkward confused convenience store thief in Raising Arizona, as he falls in love with a beautiful cop who takes his picture every time he's brought in.
He eventually wins her hand and they soon swiftly realize they're indeed somewhat married, and therefore expected to responsibly nurture uptight consistent bourgeois contingencies.
Things take a grandiose maladroit turn when friends from the joint come a' humbly calling, however, having escaped and in need of a place to slyly hold up for the foreseeable future.
It's even more intuitively stern since H.I and Ed were unable to have children, yet recently noticed that a furniture salesperson's wife had just had quintuplets on down the road.
They then managed to acquire an active son through ill-gotten-improvised lacklustre means, yet in their attempts to forge a legitimate family were ill-prepared to accommodate felons.
With bounty hunters in search of the youngster and the destitute guests planning a lucrative heist, the conjugal duo just tries to raise junior and function as respectable husband and wife.
A tumultuous tale effervescently bound to inordinate cascading of diligent degrees, effectively unable to immersively ameliorate as chaotic circumstances diabolically dishevel.
Comedic instincts wildly disseminating a lack of balance and cohesive structure, the cultural rules and abrasive regulations perhaps too stable for such ways of life.
Alas the embrace of dependable codes can seem inalienable when viewed from a distance, but if attempting to randomly realize them you may encounter highfalutin infrequencies.
Consulting a laidback professional such as a marriage counsellor or family planner, may lead to less outrageous conduct should you have difficulties succeeding as one.
H.I and Ed don't really seem like readers but there are television shows and documentaries that can also help.
Note that they're both striving to make things work.
And likely doing a better job than ye olde Kermode.
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