Just when I think I am beginning to know a little, I watch a film that challenges everything. This 2009 greek oscar nominee is an artistic gem. The acting is subtle, powerful, no funny voices. Except for a few movements, this whole thing was shot in sticks with art work framing. Give me information or communicate a feeling. Wow. Fucking biutiful.
How narrow our genre classifications attempt to pigeonhole movies. It's a visual art, like all visual arts. Highly recommend.
An artist's diary
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Godzilla missed
Except for a few scenes that were PURE MAGIC, (i.e., the parachute shots with the Stanley Kubrick style audio in the back, looking through the goggles, the red dots falling out of the sky...that entire sequence was BEAUTIFUL) Godzilla's script never risked anything for the audience. Frankly, I was let down. This was my childhood monster, the one responsible for the most amazing nightmares I ever had, and in the end, Spielberg still reigns with Jaws and Jurassic Park, as THE monster films of the past 40 years, including War of the Worlds. A great reminder to all of us aspiring filmmakers that perhaps reading the script you might intellectually feel that you have nailed all the text book elements, yet ultimately, there was no emotional connection, because there was none to follow.
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