xlascaux

I finally saw the Dreamers by Bertolucci. While it did have some memorably scenes, I found it pretty brittle. I couldn't get over Matthew Pitt's limp acting. I also couldn't feel the fervor of the times or the relationship between the characters. I agree, it had all the elements of a great, passionate, film but they just didn't deliver. I was also immensely annoyed that Bertolucci ripped the entire plot from Jean Cocteau's The Holy Terrors. If you like the themes of the story (minus the film obsession), read this book instead. It will give you all the passion and incest you could ever hope for.

I also saw Sherman's March. Possibly the most bizarre/brilliant film I've seen since American Astronaut. The director origianlly sets out to trace Sherman's march to the sea, but ends up visiting old girlfriends and having a few new relationships along the way. You could not find stranger more compelling characters. No mockumentary could even begin to approach the ironic hilarity of these real people captured in all their endearingly fucked-up glory. Jim Jarmusch copied it for Broken Flowers. Awe inspiring.

I want to learn how to snowboard.