Babel
I was going to go see Borat tonight, but due to timing issues, I walked down hollywood blvd, from my house to manns chinese theater... didn't feel much in the mood for Borat (or how many people there were there), so I decided to catch a little later showing of Babel.
I watched the movie, and as the end credits came, I was one of about 40 or 50 (out of 600 or so) individuals who gave my applause. As the lights came up and I darted for the door, I heard some girl in the back say "that movie did NOT deserve clapping". My first thought was to stifle my laughter in pointing out to this lady that "good to know there's still no accounting for bad taste"- especially/even in a place that likes to take itself as seriously as Hollywood.
As I hit the street to walk back to my apt. (I walked tonight, an unfortunate rarity) I was greeted with the drama of sunset blvd on a saturday night. Totally in keeping with the film, but I was relieved to discover the mood of the film stayed with me, allowing me to see the "all singing, all dancing crap of the world" for what it is, the obnoxious people blocking traffic whilst they pile out of their beemer, or 1 of the fucking million mercedes benz's I see here (theres not even this many in germany, I'm goddam sure of it), or the stretch hummer limo's, my personal bete noire...
But the film rendered me impervious for a time, a time I shall enjoy very much... because assuredly the conundrum of this place will assuredly, once again become its own distraction. But I (and the filmmaker, if I might presume to relay my interpretation of his intentions to you) feel above this petty, babylonian gemorrah. The $5000-$7000 dollars (per tittie)... it's (they're) insignificant, when you consider the overall experience of humanity, so it's to be expected that some shallow trollop might deem a work of art on the interconnectedness of all humanity unworty of praise.
That's basically the point of the film, with some play with structure (anticipated if you've seen any of his other films), but an exquisitely rendered exploration of the common elements of the human condition; bad choices, bad situations, sadness, and how these moments can really define a persons life. This isn't really a date movie, unless you have the blessing of being with a woman who appreciates this kind of thing, or are that woman yourself.
My inner woman was grateful, grateful for the reminder that, for all it's uselessness and panoptic unoriginality, that Hollywood still faciliates gems from time to time. While I'm not aware of the specifics relating to the production and distribution of this film, at the very least I'm glad someone decided it was worthy of mainstream distribution. Somewhere along that chain of decisions I'm sure someone here in LA had some influence in that decision, so whoever you are, Thank You.
Everyone else, my friends, you should go see it. I guess I don't want to over do it... so yeah... highly recommended.
I was going to go see Borat tonight, but due to timing issues, I walked down hollywood blvd, from my house to manns chinese theater... didn't feel much in the mood for Borat (or how many people there were there), so I decided to catch a little later showing of Babel.
I watched the movie, and as the end credits came, I was one of about 40 or 50 (out of 600 or so) individuals who gave my applause. As the lights came up and I darted for the door, I heard some girl in the back say "that movie did NOT deserve clapping". My first thought was to stifle my laughter in pointing out to this lady that "good to know there's still no accounting for bad taste"- especially/even in a place that likes to take itself as seriously as Hollywood.
As I hit the street to walk back to my apt. (I walked tonight, an unfortunate rarity) I was greeted with the drama of sunset blvd on a saturday night. Totally in keeping with the film, but I was relieved to discover the mood of the film stayed with me, allowing me to see the "all singing, all dancing crap of the world" for what it is, the obnoxious people blocking traffic whilst they pile out of their beemer, or 1 of the fucking million mercedes benz's I see here (theres not even this many in germany, I'm goddam sure of it), or the stretch hummer limo's, my personal bete noire...
But the film rendered me impervious for a time, a time I shall enjoy very much... because assuredly the conundrum of this place will assuredly, once again become its own distraction. But I (and the filmmaker, if I might presume to relay my interpretation of his intentions to you) feel above this petty, babylonian gemorrah. The $5000-$7000 dollars (per tittie)... it's (they're) insignificant, when you consider the overall experience of humanity, so it's to be expected that some shallow trollop might deem a work of art on the interconnectedness of all humanity unworty of praise.
That's basically the point of the film, with some play with structure (anticipated if you've seen any of his other films), but an exquisitely rendered exploration of the common elements of the human condition; bad choices, bad situations, sadness, and how these moments can really define a persons life. This isn't really a date movie, unless you have the blessing of being with a woman who appreciates this kind of thing, or are that woman yourself.
My inner woman was grateful, grateful for the reminder that, for all it's uselessness and panoptic unoriginality, that Hollywood still faciliates gems from time to time. While I'm not aware of the specifics relating to the production and distribution of this film, at the very least I'm glad someone decided it was worthy of mainstream distribution. Somewhere along that chain of decisions I'm sure someone here in LA had some influence in that decision, so whoever you are, Thank You.
Everyone else, my friends, you should go see it. I guess I don't want to over do it... so yeah... highly recommended.
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oh and..Whats up?
"all singing, all dancing crap of the world"
that's fight club, dude.
LOL
just kidding. I also enjoyed the movie. But don't miss Borat. It's also great.