Endurreisn seiglu. Nauðsynlegt jafnaðargeð. Úkraínskur óumdeilanleiki. 

Biðja um frið á Gaza.

Broncos! 🏈

Sometimes when I'm not sure what to search for on The Criterion Channel, I use random words like "frenetic" or "meteor" (and animal names) to guide my queries. 

Athléimneacht aiséirí. Comhionannas riachtanach. Incontrovertibility Úkráinis. 

Ag guí ar son na síochána i Gaza.

Widleriumruntertow

Acrolately plaudimplaty

cush-errata-push-clim-c(l)atty 🐈

meowl-mewlinguisend-Tana 🎸

tumblé-fumblé-forthwithsamma 🥪

naughtingshamrockinghorseplaywright 

broncosingular.e.m-sight 🔍

wine-n-cheeseasawthrusthrowling

sly-fortuitustle-foaling

gurr-goliaetheremin

davinch-by-inch-voltairwithin

chagrench-phalogen-gents-turtigh 🐢

wakeboardroom efficace-shay-shy

aglide-glibearating-ginjembers

torturoot hospeckle-spenglers

campule cultimatumeric

c'ours-de-s'oléh-brerry-brieric 

tang'elicitromb'rondelengthwise.

🌵

Kaguya-hime no monogatari (The Tale of the Princess Kaguya)

A childless family holistically subsists within the fertile abundant countryside, utilizing enriching multifaceted bamboo to productively nourish and equip their household.

One bamboo shoot proves more elaborate than the other versatile exemplars within the forest, revealing a miniature person no less in need of love and warmth and shelter and guidance.

Her new parents are unsure of what to do but know she grows quickly and flourishes in nature, as she swiftly befriends the local children who generously teach her about plants and animals.

Other discoveries within the forest lead her father to believe she's destined for royalty, fine silk robes and a huge pile of gold lead him to seek stately honours sequentially.

They move away from the cherished country to the imposing capital where they've built a mansion, and hired a discerning professional nanny to strictly teach her the rules of etiquette. 

She responds with traditional transgressions and febrile fits of fervent fury, but eventually settles into her chosen role out of dutiful love for her mother and father.

Bold noblepeople from across the land soon come a'-calling in pursuit of marriage.

But she responds with impossibility.

To which they counter in roguish fashion.

The dependable roots of a heartwarming Ghibli magically take hold of one's heart within, and enchantingly propagate independent merrymaking with soul-searching skill and tender echoes.

The sought after attention to naturalistic detail and focus on animals of all shapes and sizes, can be wondrously found once again throughout what's come to be known as Kaguya-hime no monogatari (The Tale of the Princess Kaguya).

Crafts are also concentrated on as the Princess moves from station to station, animated accounts of diligent artists distinctively engaged in woodworking wonder. 

The eternal struggle between the carefree ways of a bucolic youth clashing with urban responsibility, permeates the bewildered action as the coveted Princess takes centre stage.

Would it have been better to introduce the Moon People at the beginning of the film instead of much later?, the lack of foreknowledge briefly generating confusion as the shocking revelations augment the end.

But the intricate detail, the copious love for thriving nature to be found within.

And the ways in which it appeals to the fortunate throughout life.

Seductively soothes.

Any critical sensation. 

It occurred to me during the eclipse last spring that solar eclipses were the best time for vampires to mate, and that children of such advantageous unions may then be met with uncompromising awe amidst multifarious vampire communities.

Naturally, werekind reproduces during lunar eclipses.

Újjáéledő rugalmasság. Alapvető kiegyensúlyozottság. Ukrán megdönthetetlenség. 

Imádkozni a békéért Gázában.

I may not eagerly seek placentaesque dining experiences, but I was tempted to eat gagh after seeing Riker try some to defy expectations.

😋

Oživující odolnost. Zásadní vyrovnanost. Ukrajinská nevyvratitelnost.

Modlitba za mír v Gaze.

Hôhokekyo tonari no Yamada-kun (My Neighbors the Yamadas)

Difficult to critique a Ghibli so let's try the following context:

It's possible that Hôhokekyo tonari no Yamada-kun (My Neighbors the Yamadas) was made for television, it does resemble many of the homely afterschool specials I watched in my youth, with an ordinary family doing ordinary things while at times engaging in bold acts of daydreaming.

It seems like it would meet with ecumenical approval amongst various churches across the land, even though it's irreligious culturally speaking, its awkward examination of a traditional family still likely to be lauded by worldwide censors.

Simultaneously, it generally concerns itself with hokey materialistic conundrums (obvious issues that arise between people trying to co-habitate), meaning that it also would have likely met with the applause of the Politburo. 

The film is kind of like sitting through church and singing along with the canonized hymns, which don't motivate like jazz or pop yet still make you feel constructive and communal nevertheless.

If looking for a film hoping to keep couples together, Hôhokekyo tonari no Yamada-kun functions like a televisual minister, and uses age old quotidian examples to exoterically dissuade any thoughts of divorce.

Grandma's kind of funny at times, as she routinely airs her grievances, like the feisty grandmother from The Garfield Christmas Special, proud and determined to defend her utterances.

The animation is different from the other Ghiblis I've seen and is oddly much more like Beavis & Butt-head. It must have been a popular style at that time. I was a bit surprised to see something similar in a Ghibli.

It's strange how the films to be approved of by totalitarian theocracies or communist states, are both so incredibly unappealing if you don't find yourself forced to applaud them. 

You would think that in 100 years the Soviets would have produced more than one Elem Klimov, something to look into I suppose, religious traditions not faring much better (there's also Tarkovsky).

Nonetheless, if you find yourself living under such a regime and you want to produce something that won't get you shot, you could use Hôhokekyo tonari no Yamada-kun as a working example, as you curse your historical epoch.

Can't public well-being and the postmodern consciousness not spiritually blend through environmental metamorphosis?

Isn't that what's happening this Summer!

With so many Northern Lights.

It's a natural trend!

Återupplivande motståndskraft. Väsentlig jämnmod. Ukrainsk obestridlighet. 

Ber för fred i Gaza.

Just thought about eating placenta.

🤮

Shouldn't the age of the multifilm narrative not also see the sustained narrativization of Dickens's lengthier books on screen? I think I've mentioned this before.

The same can be said for Ghibli. Why not make multifilm live action versions of those incredible films!? I think I've mentioned that before too. 😊

Ponovno pogumnost. Bistvena ravnodušnost. Ukrajinska neizpodbitnost.

Molitev za mir v Gazi.

Sherpastorcacroonéluga

Dastatariské bugbyte

pyjamburbee-hence-pique-teak-trite

alight-fantemma-swansungyre

circlumpirumpty-tweedrum-wryered

debunklembredded wishwash'way

amunch-zee-brunch-Ming-dinochez

-gorbitalismanic-mumblé

flash-volcanick-nash-harrumvé

talcritzy-écu-rye-fi-wire 

lapinstripe-ratonic-lavrier

acurlringallow-chou-hibou

huardentity-barbelloon

knee-noon-kazoom-cheese-macarune

dymentia-chuckleberry-bloom

ingurresolschtick freefloxflotte 

sumbayabba-dada-donut

exotictokctobotherizon.

🦉

Confidentially Y'ours

I don't think I'll ever understand the thrill of hunting.

Whenever I see an animal like a deer or bunny I think I'm incredibly lucky to see it roaming free.

Canada and Québec have a lot of animals though, we're a bit spoiled when it comes to wildlife sightings, and for this reason it still amazes me that in smaller countries with much larger human populations, people still hunt deer and rabbit; this will never even come close to making sense to me!

Julien Vercel pays the price in Confidentially Yours, however, as he foolishly awaits harmless ducks to fly by, when he could have clearly been expressing himself less destructively by engaging in sundry less violent activities.

He's framed for murder.

An associate (who happens to be close friends with his wife) is shot in the face near his location, with the same ammo he habitually uses, ammo which no one else buys.

He discusses his morbid state with his wife after she returns home from an excursion, then takes off for a chat with the law, before returning home to find she's also been killed.

Had he left those poor ducks alone it's emphatically clear his tormenter would have backed down, and let him be to live in peace with his trusted wife and real estate business.

But he had to recklessly seek the freewheeling flesh of independent lifeforms, which leads to heinous punishment and blind monstrous terror as he awkwardly flees.

Fortunately, his co-worker's in love with him and generously agrees to help prove his innocence.

They hide out together and precociously intuit the investigative role of an agile detective.

I suppose Truffaut never moved away from these themes and consistently examined love and fidelity throughout his career, almost as if he's lampooning himself to tease his critics with the structural sensation seductively found in this one.

But I've never known him to take the side of individualistic entities and interlace irate providential misgivings, with the hope of saving France's robust wildlife populations for future generations to freely admire!

Certainly, the French are an admirable people whose commendable work/life balance should be adopted worldwide, along with their sense of humour and delicate timing, but are their wildlife populations not also to be celebrated!?

There must be some incredible ecotourism possibilities awaiting curious peeps when the Olympics finish!

Even Truffaut recognized the tremendous natural beauty.

And aloofly enshrined it in film noir!

Oživujúca odolnosť. Nevyhnutná vyrovnanosť. Ukrajinská nevyvrátiteľnosť.

Modlitba za mier v Gaze.  

Reziliență resurgentă. Ecuanimitate esențială. Inconfutabilitatea ucraineană.

Ne rugăm pentru pace în Gaza.

Les quatre cents coups (The 400 Blows)

An unhinged imagination mendaciously prone feverishly flows with mischievous delinquency, in a time less alternatively accommodating when harsh punishments still prevailed.

He can't fluently comprehend discipline as its laid out by his parents and teachers, and begins skipping school after a headstrong dispute with his weary fed-up severe enseigneur.

His step-father habitually complains as his treasured belongings keep disappearing, the boy not comprehensively considering his disastrous petty malcontent abbreviations.

Unfortunately, his independent mother even admits his routine irritates her, and like little Claudius he proceeds unloved although he acts out much more rebelliously.

This lack of love the absent bond awkwardly infuriates further as he misses school, and notices her spending time with someone else, someone clearly not his step-father.

His thefts become more daring and he even enlists the aid of a lonesome friend, before the law is swiftly called in and a new trajectory meticulously hewn.

They didn't have to be quite so draconian if they had only accepted sole responsibility.

And made a serious effort to turn things around.

They're occupationally challenged however (they're more focused on their careers).

They don't really care, it's a bitter denunciation of self-centred parents who don't nurture their children, and the horrid situations which potentially arise if the young one reacts with aggrieved insurrection.

It may have had an impact on social reform within France after it was released, nevertheless, the French actually listening to what their artists have to say, since the poor child's utter abandonment and isolation in the film's final moments evocatively promotes the need for systemic change. 🎻

It's a powerful scene which correspondingly brings to mind A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, or any artist in his or her childhood when they let their genius run chaotically amok. 

It's clear little M. Doinel needs compassion not the fastidious lockdown permeating bootcamp, but that's what things were like in the cold-hearted old world which blind foolish unsympathetic jerks look to with manufactured nostalgia.

Many blossoming artists remain ill-accustomed to ubiquitous rules.

Especially when they're young children. 

A bit more progressive in this day and age.

Resiliência ressurgente. Equanimidade essencial. Incontrovertibilidade ucraniana. 

Orando pela paz em Gaza.

Odradzająca się odporność. Niezbędny spokój. Ukraińska bezsporność.

Modlimy się o pokój w Gazie.

Animaelstrumbalteak't'owlings

X.L.erranting-tchinge-upon

gogrammamatriseabedspawn

gorgronde-la-cephalon-chagon

garoot-la-loop-de-bloopticom

eek-con-knive-koodominion-Jean

emotivacumudot.kong

Ms. Chanti-veloq-tip-tsq

borglantic-atta-buoyant-brisk

seaquinustella-catalisp

meyowserspinghetti-bonnets

worthwildebeetrooterminus

soustraithe-ring-accolaservice

e-versaturncerberstylus

stiriabracaimancutlass

febreezees-can'o'peasy-does

itineraritzy-bitbuzz

ardentendrawn-chi-zee-tat-track.

Unrueh (Unrest)

I've never spent much time considering anarchy as it's peacefully presented in Cyril Schäublin's Unrueh (Unrest), which looks at the coordination of semi-autonomous towns loosely connected in 19th century Switzerland.

At the time I speculatively imagine the old world stiff upper lip still strictly predominated, and many citizens were highly critical of the unyielding nature of cold absolutes (how could such a disastrous political outlook be experiencing a necrorenaissance?). 

Important things such as healthcare and education perhaps freely benefit from mass organization, not in the sense that you teach everyone the same thing, but inasmuch as you generally apply the same provincial standards.

Global networks of hospitals and international research can ensure progressive care is universally adopted, to treat the sick and combat disease to medicinally facilitate widespread health and wellness.

The application of such organization to the arts seems counterproductive in my opinion, however, since originality and novel spectrums often emerge in isolation.

Not that there shouldn't be dialogues amongst different uncanny artistic communities, I just don't believe in the codification of molecular alternative expression.

Thus, anarchy works well for artists not in the sense that they ubiquitously rebel (some rebellion works though), but rather to promote eclectic independence amongst individuals who could probably care less.

A lot of material is released every year and no doubt trends and patterns emerge, but the overarching mass cultivation of a specific outlook seems much too totalitarian to me.

Medicine prospers with codes and procedures to guide its workers as they care for the sick, education also benefits from structure to ensure people learn to read and write and count.

But the arts benefit from spontaneity and revelation and inspiration and chance, not that those things can't influence medicine and teaching, but if they're the governing impetus, you may unleash a pandemic.

Pandemics in the arts can be good since books that are fun to read should be widely discussed, they don't necessarily have to be a dangerous thing, although there's always bound to be critical controversy.

Oddly, as I've aged I've learned to incorporate anarchy into my life, I'm not even really that disappointed with things, my love for independent cinema and literature just keeps growing and growing.

It's a right wing strategy to make politics so unappealing that people prefer to generally ignore them.

So I'm still paying attention as best I can.

Although I fear I may have outgrown journalism.

Not The Guardian though. 

Definitely not campy films.  

Anazoogonitikí anthektikótita. Ousiastikí iremía. Oukranikó adiamfisvítito. 

Prosefchí gia eiríni sti Gáza.