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I. Children of Men: I'm a cinematography aficionado, so I came to really love this film. Everything is drenched in this blue/grey tint - similar to The Ring - and there's this raw documentary feel to each scene, where the special effects blend seemlessly with the brutal reality of the landscape. There are also shots that just rip your heart out, like when Clive Owen's character first collapses after witnessing the murder of his ex-wife. He's walking away from the dead body, and he seems fine (well at least stoic), then suddenly he leans against a tree and collapses into a fetal crouch, screaming in anquish.
Not to mention a three-and-a-half minute battle scene near a dilipidated building that puts Scorsese's Goodfellas nightclub single-take to shame.
Yes, I said that.
The story itself is interesting, too, and it gets better with subsequent viewings. The first time Brandy and I watched it I was kind of lukewarm about the whole thing (and she thought it was weird). The next three times I loved it.
As a sidenote, there's an inflatable pig in the background of one of the shots, an homage to the album cover for Pink Floyd's Animals, designed by the one and only Storm Thorgerson (who called the gallery today, and seemed completely indifferent to my greeting).
II. Streets of San Francisco: first season now on DVD!
III. Sublime: it's weird what listening to a band for the first time in probably 5 years does for the soul. It started with a documentary on the band I got on Netflix, and now for the past week I've been listening to "Robbin the Hood" and "40Ounces to Freedom" non-stop, with "Pool Shark's" final line, "One day I'm gonna lose the war" on loop in my brain, to the point where I catch myself singing it in the shower, and then spend the next five minutes wondering if it was loud enough for my housemates to hear.
A decade ago Sublime was the soundtrack to my life in Santa Barbara, an amalgamation of punk rock, ska, dub, reggae, and rap, and really the perfect sound for an interesting blend of low-rider, surf and university cultures. Not only was their music cool, but they were fun. They were everybody's bros. They woke up on random couches, they played shows for beer, they pawned their instruments for dope, and they hung out with guys like Raleigh.
And then it was over, just like that. And that tragedy is as real as ever.
IV. Wes Anderson's early commercials for Ikea, Avon, and AMEX. (Note: click on "Directors" and then his name.)
IV. Golden State Warriors: first-time in the playoffs in 13 years!
Not to mention a three-and-a-half minute battle scene near a dilipidated building that puts Scorsese's Goodfellas nightclub single-take to shame.
Yes, I said that.
The story itself is interesting, too, and it gets better with subsequent viewings. The first time Brandy and I watched it I was kind of lukewarm about the whole thing (and she thought it was weird). The next three times I loved it.
As a sidenote, there's an inflatable pig in the background of one of the shots, an homage to the album cover for Pink Floyd's Animals, designed by the one and only Storm Thorgerson (who called the gallery today, and seemed completely indifferent to my greeting).
II. Streets of San Francisco: first season now on DVD!
III. Sublime: it's weird what listening to a band for the first time in probably 5 years does for the soul. It started with a documentary on the band I got on Netflix, and now for the past week I've been listening to "Robbin the Hood" and "40Ounces to Freedom" non-stop, with "Pool Shark's" final line, "One day I'm gonna lose the war" on loop in my brain, to the point where I catch myself singing it in the shower, and then spend the next five minutes wondering if it was loud enough for my housemates to hear.
A decade ago Sublime was the soundtrack to my life in Santa Barbara, an amalgamation of punk rock, ska, dub, reggae, and rap, and really the perfect sound for an interesting blend of low-rider, surf and university cultures. Not only was their music cool, but they were fun. They were everybody's bros. They woke up on random couches, they played shows for beer, they pawned their instruments for dope, and they hung out with guys like Raleigh.
And then it was over, just like that. And that tragedy is as real as ever.
IV. Wes Anderson's early commercials for Ikea, Avon, and AMEX. (Note: click on "Directors" and then his name.)
IV. Golden State Warriors: first-time in the playoffs in 13 years!
posted by Rob Simons at 7:06 PM
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I like the cut of your jib.
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