Sunday, July 31, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
Pretty in Pink
A Study of The Class Struggle And Difference in Values Between The Proletariat And The Bourgeoisie Seen in The American Highschool. Actually, that was the title of the film, until they changed it for commercial reasons. Starring Jon Cryer, Molly Ringwald, Andrew McCarthy and James Spader, written by John Hughes, directed by Howard Deutch.
Yeah, I'm re-watching Pretty in Pink now, what's wrong with me? It's pathetic, I know. Anyway, of all the Hughes teen movies, I think this is my favourite. Breakfast Club seemed to try to say something important, but I'm not quite sure how much it succeded. Pretty in Pink was basically just a love story, and it's hard now not to notice how innocent the film is, clearly made before irony was invented! Also, in Ferris Bueller's Day Off and Breakfast Club all the adults are stupid - in this film Ringwald's dad is actually a sympathetic character. It helps that he's played by Harry Dean Stanton. I had one problem with the film. I don't really buy Spader falling for Ringwald. He's obviously more of a blonde with big tits kind of guy. And Ringwald's whacky girlfriend is sort of a big cliché. Okay, two problems.
It's strange, nostalgia for the eighties, a time when The Cold War between The U.S. and The Soviet Union was going on for full, and you expected the whole damn planet to blow up any minute, but what do you remember best from this period? Mullets, skinny ties and that song by Simple Minds.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
The Clash
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Colours
Monday, July 25, 2011
Sometimes...
...it feels as if the world has gone insane. What is happening? What is this supposed to achieve? At the same time, why should I be surprised? These things always seem to happen at places where "We never expected anything like this." " This is the most peaceful place on earth." The man behind the attack? "He was a shy and polite kid." "He always said hello when we met." "I never would have guessed." They never have horns. In this case it's a pathetic, delusional man, no monster, whose hate manifesto is ripped off from other sources. His evil isn't even original.
I've been thinking the last couple of days if I should write something on this blog, but what words should I use? Horrible? Catastrophic? The words almost seem to cheapen what happened. I was thinking of simply writing "My thoughts are with the victims and their families." Well, Norway is such a small country, it turns out that one of the kids missing at Utoya, presumably drowned, is a relative of mine. It's someone I've never met, but it brings the event even closer to home. And the photos showing the result from the bomb, those are streets I've walked hundreds of times when I lived in Oslo. How will I feel the next time I'm there? There's a before and after. Nothing will be the same.
Is there anything I can do, as a cartoonist? I wish there was a drawing that made people think "Hatred doesn't work?! Shit, what do I do now? Ten years down the toilet..." It would turn terrorists into meek accountants. There is no such drawing. The crying superheros, the Statue of Liberty with a tear in her eye, drawn after 9/11, I don't think they achieved that much. So these are just words. They're nothing, they're not even on paper. But I felt the need to write something down - it doesn't make me feel any better, but there it is.
Friday, July 22, 2011
House of Games
-This is a terrific, little film.
-Visually it's pretty basic.
-The dialogue...
-Yes?
-The dialogue has a theatrical quality
-Yes, but that's Mamet.
-Even a street scene is made to look as if it takes place on a stage, with a limited amount of actors. There are no big crowd scenes, every person you see plays a role.
-We all play a role.
-We do?
-Yes.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
'Round Midnight
I like this film. It made me discover jazz music the same way Amadeus made me discover classical music. Gordon really shines in his part. Everything he says becomes poetry. The director is French, so there is no Eiffel tower in the background every 10 minutes to remind us we're in Paris. There's also a slowness I think you'd only find in a European film. It reminded me a bit of watching Crazy Heart, the Jeff Bridges film, that has sort of a similar story, but I thought that film had clichés that you don't find in this one. And for that film, being such an American story, it could possibly have been improved with a European director, seeing it with fresh eyes. Atlantic City and Paris, Texas are two examples. Anyway, great film and great music.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
The Thing
Seeing the trailer for the prequel made me want to re-watch the original. Or the remake, I should say, not the Howard Hawks film. It holds up pretty well, I think. The computers in the film date it more than the creature effects. The walking head sequence is still great, the image I remember best from seeing it in the cinema. The dog in the film should have gotten an Oscar! Russell is pretty good as well. One thing about being Norwegian is that you understand what the crazy Norwegian guy shooting at the dog says, so you know from the opening what is going on, giving the film even more of a gloomy, hopeless feel.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Breathless
This isn't really a good film. For one thing, was Kaprisky really the best French actress willing to take her shirt off they could find? Ok, she's pretty, but she can't act. She's no Jean Seberg! And Gere is as usual a bit too full of himself. But it's interesting to see how this film influenced Quentin Tarantino. There's the surf music, the clearly fake back projections, there's the scene of Gere reading for Kaprisky from The Silver Surfer, that Tarantino ripped off in True Romance. And would Bruce Willis have had a French girlfriend in Pulp Fiction if it hadn't been for this film?
The final scene of the film, though, I must admit makes the film worth sitting through. And, funnily enough, they quote "Between grief and nothing I choose grief", that was also quoted in Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Some books I've read 5
Interesting, but slightly rambling autobiography from Dylan. It's more honest than one could expect. But just two pages about Joan Baez? I guess he will go back to that period in volume two. When is that coming, anyway?
Road Dogs by Elmore Leonard
It's another novel with Jack Foley from Out of Sight. The dialogue is maybe slightly less sharp, and the part of the ending involving an unloaded gun was a bit disappointing.
Winesburg, Ohio by Sherwood Anderson
A great collection of stories forming a novel, about life is a small city. The main character is a writer who in the end leaves, as part of growing up.
This Party's Got To Stop by Rupert Thomson
A memoir about Thomson's relationship to his brothers after the death of their father, and how easily a family can be torn apart. Wellwritten, as always from this author.
Captain Easy volume two by Roy Crane
I enjoy this series but mostly because of the drawings. There's not much tension in the stories. And what was it about Crane and drawings of women being spanked? Not that I'm complaining.
Currently reading:
The Most Beautiful Woman in Town by Charles Bukowski
Waiting to be read:
Notes of a Dirty Old Man by Bukowski
Touch and Tishomingo Blues by Elmore Leonard
The Karamazov Brothers by Fyodor Dostoevsky
The eighties, part 3
Is there some midlife crisis thing going on if I re-watch this film? I don't know. It's still an enjoyable film. In classic comedy style it makes fun of authority figures. You can't help, though, to feel that Broderick is a bit of a spoiled brat. Just like Duckie in Pretty in Pink, it's the supporting character, Cameron / Alan Ruck, that is most interesting. The Twist And Shout sequence is of course a lot of fun, but I think my favourite sequence is the one at the art museum. If I one day should visit Chicago I would have to go see Nighthawks by... anyone?, anyone?, Edward Hopper.