Films seen this weekend at Full Frame:
Hammer and Flame: are you kidding me that people take ocean liners apart by hand??
Matthew Barney: No Restraint: when in doubt, more Bjork.
Two-Headed Cow: see previous post
Time Piece: americans = e pluribus unum; turks = e pluribus pluribus
No Umbrella: the Repugs stole that election in Ohio. also, Councilwoman Fannie Lewis for president.
The Trials of Darryl Hunt: f*cking racist bullshit. Darryl Hunt deserves every good thing coming to him and more.
The Intimacy of Strangers: people are listening to you, mostly because they can't help overhearing your indiscreet ass yapping away on your cell phone (not you, dear readers, them).
Iraq in Fragments: beautifully filmed; so well done it felt scripted.
There was a time when I could've filled pages writing about -- well, anything -- but film especially. That time has passed. I am slowly but surely losing my ability to bullshit, which I take as a case of knowing more means knowing less and, thus, talking less. Back in the day, I knew a helluva lot more than I know today. I totally knew what Courbet was going for. Oh yeah. Wasn't it obvious that "L'Origin du Monde" was a slap in the face of bourgeois convention, a worshipful altar of disembodied female sexuality, and the locus of male insecurity all wrapped up in one? Well, my 3 blue books' worth said so anyway. Today, eh. What do I know? [Hi, KathyF!] Plus, I'm tired. Plus, somehow, some damn how, our democracy was hijacked, not once but twice, and I'm still not over it.
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