Friday, July 31, 2020

The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind

A small village in rural Malawi struggles to make ends meet, farmers reliant on the yearly harvest to generate vital income.

The Kamkwambas have been working hard with the hopes of sending their son to school, they've even paid his initial deposit and purchased the requisite uniform.

William's (Maxwell Simba) eager to learn, to excel, but needs time to sit back and study, competing demands ensuring time management's a full-time strict priority.

As school progresses and routines conflict drought descends with stifling severity, and his family can't pay his remaining tuition and must subsist on meagre preserves. 

But his sister's dating his teacher so he thinks of a crafty plan, and gains access to his school's modest library keeping instructive books on hand.

He's quite adept at finding solutions for quizzical electronic conundrums, his practical fluency highly valued by friends and neighbours and family.

He finds books that teach him new things and give him ideas he never thought possible, including a way to irrigate crops during the lengthy hot dry season.

With this method his family and others can plan to grow crops throughout the year, the extra harvest a bountiful godsend scientifically engineered. 

But book learning's still highly suspect and his idea simply seems too radical, his father (Chiwetel Ejiofor) fearful of making things worse should it fail to produce as planned.

The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind celebrates bold dynamic learning, in an environment suffering from extreme hardship, without staples or resource to spare.

It's a shame the library within wasn't public and required so much wealth just to access it.

Creating public libraries can be rather difficult if there's little to tax, but communal initiative can spearhead exuberance to keep infrastructure intact.

The sharing of ideas the transmission of knowledge the transformative vast applications, await people seeking solutions to questions they may never have known how to ask.

Myriad subjects augment traditions with novel imaginative spice, skies opening up within reason as ingenuity serves to entice.

You can learn a lot through chill conversation while working on various projects, but sometimes the right book will present years worth of discussion in less than 200 pages.

William reads such a book and makes an incredible difference in his community.

Resiliently daring to dream.

Cultivating robust yields. 

With Joseph Marcell (Chief Wembe).

*Also, a great film directed by an actor (Chiwetel Ejiofor).

Thursday, July 30, 2020

I suppose mail-in voting's alright.

A lot harder to corrupt than electronic voting.

😄

Wednesday, July 29, 2020

I haven't worn deodorant in years.

Tuesday, July 28, 2020

Cold Dog Soup

An uptight sheltered individual (Frank Whaley as Michael Latchmer) unaccustomed to the underground flow finds himself suddenly embracing l'amour in Alan Metter's Cold Dog Soup.

His flirting skills clock timidity and uncertainty regarding self-worth, yet an act of daring assertion generates shocking relational mirth.

He's soon out for dinner at a love interest's (Christine Harnos as Sarah Hughes) with residing inquisitive mom (Sheree North as Mrs. Hughes), but as they begin to pass around victuals the family dog acrobatically passes.

He's tasked with the objective of burial and sets forth to find a chill park, but the cab in which he accelerates suggests alternative dispositions.

It's piloted by affirmation inclusively metering knowledge freewheeling (Randy Quaid as Jack Cloud), the chauffeur believing a commercial exchange may be more apt than confidential interment. 

Latchmer is ill-at-ease with the proposed moribund scenario, yet lacks the backbone required to refuse and soon attempts to fetch a fair price.

He does briefly escape then swiftly return to Sarah's apartment, but Cloud frenetically follows and enthusiastically enlists her.

They travel together far and wide in search of an appealing price, even contacting the frisky afterlife, learning lessons along the way.

Cold Dog Soup presents a voyage of discovery improvisationally attired, pursuing unorthodox financial goals through the heart of robust intrigue.

Worry and courage conflict throughout as it critiques austere pretensions, or vast categorical dismissals in relation to free-flowing life.

(I recommend taking it easy on the free-flowing these days. The virus isn't disappearing. I'm masking up and remaining cautious).

You could easily replace "worry" with "prudence" and "courage" with "recklessness" at times, but to do so would spoil the fun, which celebrates jazzy absurdist meaning.

It does so well, you'll be surprised by the budget, there's so much going on in this film, the trick is to acknowledge the latent realism without being fully subsumed.

It's sort of like The Warriors but instead of a gang fighting its way back to Coney Island throughout the night, you have a trio attempting to conduct business with different clients till the wee hours.

It's much more clever than it initially seems, the overt ridiculousness cloaks sly observation, beyond predictable commercial conceptions, at wild interactive free play.

A must see if you like independent filmmaking and the joys of why-did-they-make-this? cinema.

So many hilarious scenes.

Lampooning traditional discourse.

Monday, July 27, 2020

If the Academy of Motion Picture Arts & Sciences gave out separate awards for best male and female director, would that solve traditional conflicts that seem to erupt every Oscar season?

Sunday, July 26, 2020

Perhaps I'm misreading the situation, put it seems as if, whereas in more enlightened realms they have Quiet Revolutions, the United States is currently having a Quiet Civil War, in the midst of a pandemic.

Madness.

It gets crazier every day.

Saturday, July 25, 2020

Lathe

It's not abstruse, it just makes sense
no complicated increments
just keep one handy free at hand
whene'er that door behind you slams

'tjust takes a second to prepare
for goods and services wayfared
appointments levied upon entry
entertain the cautious sentry

unforeseen pandemic fashions
mercy me productive captions
medically immersive varied
quizzical discursive parried

stop the spread the surly surf
embrace preventative alert
precautions simple crucial tasks
accomplished just by wearing masks

safely.

Friday, July 24, 2020

Leningrad Cowboys Meet Moses

The Cowboys have fallen on hard times, down on their luck and stricken, forsaken, filiblustered.

They were once one of Mexico's most exhilarating acts, but after duelling with tequila incontestably, collapsed upon destitute ruin.

The band still exists however even if several of its members did not survive, those remaining somewhat revitalized after an invitation to play in New York.

But they've been tricked, hoodwinked, bamboozled, as they learn shortly after arrival, for Vladimir (Matti PellonpÀÀ) their once loathsome manager turns out to have set up a ruse.

He seeks to once again rule them and lead them back to northern realms, and has awoken as a scandalous prophet who refers to himself as Moses.

The band is weary, downtrodden, aghast, and succumb to his ironclad will, which supplies a rickety motorboat for their journey across the Atlantic.

Meanwhile, he stays behind to chisel off spry Liberty's nose, before hitching a ride clasped and wingéd to the lonesome European coast.

They're reunited without much delay and are even joined by old school band members, and set off merrymaking homeward bound through less inhospitable continental climes.

But Vladimir hasn't failed to make headlines and he's become a wanted man.

And the law avails in hot pursuit as they actively gig hot damn.

Leningrad Cowboys Meet Moses adds significant layers and depth, to a narrative eclectically posturing with unyielding jocose inhibition.

A collection of wry self-reliant ideas intermittently staked uniformity notwithstanding, the story appealing to subsequent nodes which elucidate demonstrative beacon.

Sometimes the plot's surely secondary to verbose improvised momentum, providing adhesive broadened outlines which embrace reformed asymmetry.

For 'tis not argument KaurismĂ€ki covets but rather offbeat ironic declension, messages bridled to slam dunk transparency as they softly sway in complement willow.

Enlivening inherent dimension through spatiotemporal interplay, it highlights disembodied ascension with aeronautic grassroots unconveyed.

A break from paramount logic resets and recasts judicious responsibility, inasmuch as too steady a jet stream cloys wise recourse clad indubitably.

Meet Moses takes its time to let loose but then settles to bewilder anew.

The Leningrad Cowboys are a real band apparently.

And still perform to this very day.

Thursday, July 23, 2020

With mask wearing bizarrely and comfortably en vogue, perhaps it's time for people to start wearing elaborate full-on masquerade style masks as they travel about town?

I'm totally serious.

That would be amazing.

Or just wear masks depicting their favourite fictional or even non-fictional characters?

*With a medically sound mask underneath of course.

Wednesday, July 22, 2020

Glad to see the Edmonton CFL team has decided to change its name.

Note: I don't think the name was meant to be derogatory, it just emphasized Edmonton's chilly winters, but as times have changed it's cool to see the team's making an adjustment.

Tuesday, July 21, 2020

Leningrad Cowboys Go America

An unknown band communally flourishes in frozen northern realms, its upbeat traditional variety inspiring personal localized legend.

Yet their manager (Matti PellonpÀÀ as Vladimir) has grown tired of just subsisting in grand obscurity, so he invites a well-known producer to evaluate offhand.

The results are by no means favourable although he provides constructive criticism, recommending a tour of America to showcase their zesty sound.

They've never left their cozy village and are unfamiliar with Western ways, yet they still seek widespread recognition and offbeat accolades.

Fortunately they learn swiftly and can make instantaneous adjustments, for their music doesn't inspire Manhattan and they're soon off for nimble Mexico.

Along the way they must jive and improvise according to regional preferences, for their finances lack exorbitance as they exercise in/congruity.

Their manager embraces capitalism and will not distribute that which they earn, their hunger erupting with molten fury as time slowly and thoughtfully passes.

They have learned the basics of English and can play anything they set their minds to, without ever rehearsing or even practising, acritical discursive maestros.

Yet they've been followed in spite of commands to the sincere vituperative contrary, the acolyte seeking a constructive role, aligned with indeterminate function.

Leningrad Cowboys Go America breaks things down to material instinct, while resilient spirits exuberantly chant, with extemporaneous unsung virtuosity.

And a Jim Jarmusch (Car Dealer) cameo.

Absurdity perhaps depicts the feisty subconscious of the aloud unspoken, but do such invigorations not surely emit down to earth realistic theatre?

If a dream is materially manifested and proceeds through spiritual trial and error, is comedy therefore strictly irrequisite to unpronounced disconsolate duty?

How else does the rational adroitly maintain well-reasoned logical dispassionate argument, if it hasn't been hewn by animate sacrifice born of consequent Kafkaesque rupture?

The Cowboys make their way South and forthrightly and freely excel, but if they had been an instant success, would they ever have even bothered?

Who knows?, it's difficult to say, we don't learn much about what they're thinking, just that they have a gig and they make it after versatile commiseration.

Presumably, so much is unsaid as potent difference decrees manifested.

At one point they present a resonant anthem.

Voltaic demonstrative poise.

Monday, July 20, 2020

Cool to see there's a Snowpiercer series.

Sunday, July 19, 2020

I'm wearing a mask wherever I go indoors these days.

I'm free to make that decision.

And I choose to wear a mask.

Responsibly.

Saturday, July 18, 2020

Piecemeal

Patient cautious prudent planning
vigilant observant cramming
patterns macrobytes heuristic
precedents inaug'ral viscous

slow and steady reemergence
spry characterized convergence
heights no need to duplicate
impulsive uninformed mistakes

the vital science information
globally disseminated
readily available
the losses grim and critical

statistics probability
can sterilize reckless decrees
and neutralize a second wave
before it generates outrage

dutifully.

Friday, July 17, 2020

Rancho Notorious

The future looks bright, overflowing with bounty, as a couple considers their upcoming marriage, happily thriving through steady employ, ensconced in blooming gleeful rapture.

Yet they live on the Western frontier and soon malevolence comes a' calling, the bride-to-be then passing on, her fiancé sworn to loyal vengeance.

He (Arthur Kennedy as Vern Haskell) sets off on the road following leads where he can engaging in bright conversation, or the eruption of bombast flourishing undaunted, should he ask the wrong person the right question.

He hears tales glamorous and bold deftly crafted through spry resignation, of a coveted socialite (Marlene Dietrich as Altar Keane) widely sought after who teamed up with a formidable gunman (Mel Ferrer as Fairmont).

Haskell discovers the whereabouts of the outlaw and ensures he winds up in the very same jail, soon accidentally aiding his escape, before setting out extrajudicially.

The identity of the killer he seeks still remains frustratingly mysterious, but he soon finds the locale wherein which he's supposed to unconscionably reside.

Alongside many others who have earned their livings through corrupt ill-gotten gains, Rancho Notorious revelling in shenanigans transformative vast illicit booty.

It's direct and hard-hitting like a Western bluntly concerned with irate justice, and works in elements of ye olde film noir, whose generic conventions command infatuated.

The femme fatale's by no means duplicitous and remains loosely hitched to the preeminent bandit, who's rather upright and honourable, as if Bonnie & Clyde had endured.

Haskell makes friends with the virtuous crook and seems like he might be at home casually robbing the odd bank (or stagecoach), but the sight of a striking brooch reminds him of goals which have not been forgotten.

The lines between good and evil are ambiguously forsaken as well-meaning townsfolk quickly back down, and no-good rapscallions ignite honest virtue, while vendettas reestablish antipodes.

Never thought I'd see Marlene Dietrich waxing light so home on the range, and didn't know Fritz Lang directed Westerns sans banal black and white refrains.

There's some minor character diversification but it generally sticks to its winning hand, more abundant less superficial interactions may still have cultivated grizzlier lands.

It excels when Haskell's sleuthing more so than when he hits the ranch, the flashbacks and their spirited horseplay generating crucial binding fragments.

There's a lively soundtrack that keeps things focused if not cleverly cloaking wry deception, Lang perhaps approaching generic overload and unable to keep sabotage at bay.

L'amour takes up much more time than hot pursuits or criminal gains.

Preponderantly peculiar.

Almost like comedic romance.

Thursday, July 16, 2020

I'd like to join the chorus that's probably out there which is highly critical of electronic voting.

I highly recommend not holding Federal/Provincial/Municipal elections online and maintaining a system where people always vote in person.

Wednesday, July 15, 2020

Number of major ethical scandals for the Liberal Party of Canada in recent years: 3, that I can think of.

Number of ethical hiccups relating to Jagmeet Singh and the NDP (in recent memory): 0.

Tuesday, July 14, 2020

Blood on the Moon

Spoiler Alert.

Alone in the burgeoning West riding cautious 'cross rugged terrain, a new position lucratively awaiting within lands hitherto unknown.

The services required necessitate fearsome low combative life-threatening confrontation, and have never been offered by the unlucky rider, who thought he may as well help an old friend.

$10,000's available should he choose to abide by the deal's unsettling corrupt regulations, the work at hand just simple enough should he avoid the volatile conflict.

A large herd of cattle once earnestly thrived to provide beef to a local First Nation, but the contract's been lost through duplicitous means and they now must vacate the calm reservation.

A deadline's been set for their thorough removal and remains stern and non-negotiable; if John Lufton (Tom Tully) can't cross the river he'll be forced to sell to the highest bidder.

Local homesteaders don't want him to cross for they fear his herd will take up the best land, and the rider's (Robert Mitchum as Jim Garry) employer (Robert Preston as Tate Riling) has actively led them to make a formidable stand.

But Riling has no interest in farming, he hopes to buy Lufton's cows cheap if he has nowhere to go.

He'll then sell them back to the government at a significantly increased price.

Like a film noir hero, Garry possesses conscience and won't take things too far, he's forced to decide which side's more honourable to appease his critical will.

Not an easy decision to make.

Drifting alone along the ageless frontier.

The law's entirely absent apart from one character in charge of Indigenous affairs (Frank Faylen as Jake Pindalest) (there's no First Nation voice in this film), and the haunting prospect of the army, their dispute relies on strict honour and loyalty.

The outlaws are rather unorthodox for traditional western fare, inasmuch as they aren't robbing a bank or holding up lonesome forlorn stagecoaches.

They uphold ideals to clandestinely gain financial and territorial advantage, the appeal of which would have generated romance with less conniving illicit compunction.

No femme fatales in the mix so seductively contriving intrigue, in fact Amy (Barbara Bel Geddes) and Carol Lufton (Phyllis Thaxter) seek nothing more than just investigation.

A choice must be made but who's to make it beyond material considerations, when the stakes are tantalizingly high and the right thing bears no startling cash settlement?

If Blood on the Moon's a crafty noir it proceeds without poignant despondency.

Garry may struggle with gripping free choice.

But he's by no means utterly alone. 

Monday, July 13, 2020

Due to the astronomical rise of coronavirus cases in the U.S,  I see no problem with extending the border closure to a much later date.

Sunday, July 12, 2020

Rest in peace Philippe Monguillot, bold French bus driver who refused to back down when faced with terror.

Saturday, July 11, 2020

Sandstone

Change amassed swiftly impacting
institutional contracting
opportunity beyond
entrenched intransigent bygone

the chance to activate the latent
skills developed learnéd nascent
synergistic applications
cultivating exclamation

recourse rhizome resonance
the flocking frolicking ferment
communal vision grassroots strivin'
hands-on abstract theorizin'

things weren't once so segregated
chill inclusion propogated
spirits multiversed in joy
enveloped sympathies alloys

verdant.

Friday, July 10, 2020

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

Spoiler Alert.

Tired of working for a prison's work farm, one inmate decides to play crazy, and winds up in a different sort of institution still strictly and coldly regulated.

He's rather aggressive and independent and quickly gains disputatious influence, realizing his wits are still intact and keen on promoting seismic change.

But the regulations are rather severe and there's no place for critical controversy; trouble abounds if you can't grow accustomed to the various binding slights.

R.P McMurphy (Jack Nicholson) has never been one to listen to anything besides his passionate emotion, and he goes about setting his brethren free, with oceanic amassed endeavour.

Nurse Ratched (Louise Fletcher) is sympathetic but also concerned with rigorous discipline, the film challenging psychiatric conventions used to theoretically promote sanity.

McMurphy's approach makes more sense for living or thoroughly enjoying undisciplined life, his wild contumelious hedonistic ontology the product of distaste for form and structure.

Nurse Ratched crafts strong workers who can function within a hierarchical structure, and pays less attention to thrilling desire than their productive work at hand.

McMurphy may have made complimentary inroads had he not been so thoroughly combative; life within the hospital may be dull but it's still aligned with reasonable thought.

He is rational or at least he reasons but he's not a trained psychiatrist.

He's well-versed in vibrant life but perhaps overly concerned with chaos.

He introduces fun and playful mischief to people unaccustomed to freedom, or to freely and confidently expressing themselves in order to obtain objectives.

The administration's goals and objectives promote sure and steady stability, but perhaps without considering happiness as it applies to daily life.

Nurse Ratched is often critiqued for being hard-hearted and stubborn, but McMurphy wantonly disrespects her even though she's trying to help.

He doesn't just make rude comments or eagerly disobey, he throws a party with booze and prostitutes and she's left with no choice but to punish him.

The punishment's grossly disproportionate and akin to tacit murder, if such methods are still used today we're clearly still quite a barbarous species.

Blending work and play with logical enjoyment seems like a rational goal to pursue.

I don't know how regulations can promote joy, but how do epicureans finance lavish lifestyles without ever having to work?

The balance is out there somewhere, hopefully emerging after vigorous investigation.

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest examines extremes, bellicosely jostling in stern opposition.

Casting by Jane Feinberg & Mike Fenton.

Thursday, July 9, 2020

Petland could also showcase domestic pets conversing with wild animals who've made unique face masks out of forest materials!

Wednesday, July 8, 2020

I think Justin Trudeau's doing a good job during this here coronavirus crisis.

But he's no Jacinda Ardern.

Tuesday, July 7, 2020

Drop Zone

I've always wondered what it'd be like to go skydiving?

Or wondered at least since I found out about the phenomenon.

It sounds pretty exciting.

Fly around for a while, take in the view, strap a parachute to your back, and jump the *&$( out of a plane.

Then revel in joyous plummeting and hope the rip cord works.

It's been a long time since I've considered doing it, and it looks like extracurricular activities are out this summer, damn it, but I think I'll add it to my bucket list, again, and maybe give it a shot in 2021.

I imagine it's less complicated than horseback riding.

Although who's to say what's more intense?

I imagine skydiving's more intense since you're jumping out of a plane, even if you're not adventuring through rugged wilderness, but you could perhaps skydive into rugged wilderness and then set about setting up camp, for a better than average reality show, immersed in independent camera work.

And local wildlife.

There's a lot of skydiving in Drop Zone, it's the primary focus beyond the plot, which asks itself, "how many scenes involving skydiving can we realize?", before setting them celestially in motion.

With Snipes and Busey.

Pete Nessip (Wesley Snipes) doesn't know how to skydive, but he's given ample opportunity to learn, as he tracks the elusive Ty Moncrief (Gary Busey), whose scenes are cut far too short.

If you're interested in skydiving or already thoroughly enjoy it, Drop Zone provides generous food for thought, or general aspects to be critically analyzed, while viewing peculiar takes on vitriol.

If it's a little too serious for its flight plan, fret not, no need to worry, soon they'll be wildly taking off then quickly diving towards earth once again.

Or the top of a building etc.

Skydiving shenanigans mischievize upon the ground as well, and there's even a character named Swoop (Kyle Secor) who works odd jobs between subsequent dives.

Grace Zabriskie's (Winona) given a role where she does more than lounge and vegetate, and she's teamed up with Corin Nemec (Selkirk) whose light heart imaginatively sessions.

It was nice to see an action film where characters aren't exceptionally endowed, making things work to the best of their abilities, with old school equipment and regular jobs.

The transitions from scene to scene are noteworthy and upbeat as well, with chill yet discerning guitar riffs announcing upcoming tasked transformations (music by Hans Zimmer).

Why not focus on the hands-on, at times, in cinema and literature, and celebrate feisty determined lives lived, regardless of status or income, in the multidisciplinary United States of America?

Canada too.

France, Ireland etc.

Snipes excels in the leading role and Malcolm-Jamal Warner's (Terry Nessip) airtight as his bro.

The plot may be somewhat direct.

But multiple characters still swiftly take flight.

Monday, July 6, 2020

Pets would look adorable in their little COVID-19 masks though, more so in an anthropomorphic animated series called something like "Petland", wherein pets complain about the inconveniences, and poor American leadership, experienced during the pandemic. That's Netflix gold!

Sunday, July 5, 2020

I'm surprised I haven't heard of anyone trying to sell masks for pets (scandalously) in the age of COVID-19?

Saturday, July 4, 2020

Iota

Dogged dash definitive
fluidic metamorphic grit
the crucial rugged transformations
startling cinnamon displacement

cordial pluck enveloped strum
chromatic parched continuum
augmented bioluminescence
sharply suturing incessant

taps a' twirling textant typo
unobscurling outcrop phyto
pioneered clunk protoplasma
sanguine kookaburra casbah

feverish felines frenetic
cataprismic calisthenic
trapezed torc tracks tailspun toil
expostulating unembroiled

cheek.

Friday, July 3, 2020

Rain Man

Risk-fuelled high-stakes automotive accumulation is temporarily interrupted after the passing of a not-so-loved-one.

Charlie Babbitt (Tom Cruise) flies to Cincinnati to settle accounts without delay only to discover he had a brother whose existence shakes things up.

Babbitt's somewhat of an insensitive callous jerk, and is much less interested in his newfound bro (Dustin Hoffman as Raymond Babbitt) than the cash left in trust for his well-being.

He's been living at a psychiatric facility for almost his entire offbeat life, and has serious issues with communication although he's quite gifted at math.

Charlie decides it's time they get to know one another and kidnaps him from the institution, hoping to take him to L.A in order to strike a lavish deal.

But Raymond refuses to fly so they're forced to hit the road, the backroads 'cross vibrant country, since they're much less bland and noisy.

Partner Susanna (Valeria Golino) can't stand Charlie's motives so she leaves shortly after they depart, and gentle Raymond's left in the hands of someone lacking firm compassion.

But Charlie isn't strictly obtuse and can make sincere adjustments, which their trip demands at times as they travel throughout America.

There's a realistic edge to Rain Man which isn't dulled by hypotheticals, it may seem impractical or otherworldly but it still makes sense as they travel on.

It starts out swift and headstrong full of blind instinctual tenacity, but slowly transforms through the art of play as alternative arrangements challenge preconceptions.

At times you wonder how Charlie could be so thick as proof after proof readily presents itself, but without ever having been trained to care for the differently abled, it's not shocking that his confusion persists.

Raymond doesn't have a say in the matter but makes the most of the sudden change, loudly expressing discontent at times, at others curiously contracting.

They wondrously come together as an off-beat non-traditional team, embracing unexpected roadblocks with surprisingly adept efficiency.

The realism prevents the use of words like "smooth" or "understanding", as Rain Man frenetically flows while life mysteriously presents itself.

I thought the final moments made sense bearing in mind uncertain self-sufficiencies, heartbreaking though they were, the alternative may have been much worse.

Not that Charlie wouldn't have given it a shot, he's not so bad after putting in some effort.

It's nice to see a film that promotes change.

Instead of grim hard-hearted despondency.

Thursday, July 2, 2020

Finally saw some episodes of Schitt's Creek.

It's pretty funny.

Wednesday, July 1, 2020

I don't see the problem with breastfeeding in public.

Just seems like something natural moms do with their kids.