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ateolf'twas a sordid web of class and napping today...and The Simpsons...after my last class i went over to Adam's...on the tv we caught the end of Ghosts of Mars...then we watched Killer Klowns from Outer Space...then caught the latter part of Lolita on the tv...(what a great movie...i still haven't seen Kubrick's version yet...) while there i decided to order some food from Tucker's...curious to try out the various items, i ended up spending way more than i should have...but that's okay...i had a small pizza (con mushrooms, sausage, and chicken...c00l d00d!!!) and an order of hot wings...the pizza was pretty good...the wings was way too hot for my pansy, white arse...unfortunately Willy did not bring my food...i was hopin' i could squeeze in some cuttin' tonight as well...dernit...also, i happeend to see Paul on my way to my last class tonight...for the first time in like forever...i gave him me number...maybe i'll see him again soon...that'd be ballstomptacular...
just a little thought: it seems i take for granted far too often just how fucking great The Velvet Underground is...i mean, it's become such an understood thing that i'll go for so long w/out actually fully comprehending the magnitude of how fucking essential they are...i can't even begin to fathom how good music would be (/have been for the past 35 years) w/out them...i mean, christ! it fucking hurts to think about how important they are...and it even goes beyond that...the music itself is STILL better than almost every single fucking thing ever...okay, i was just listening to White Light/White Heat and was reminded of all this...(or slammed in the head repeatedly w/ the sheer amazingness of that album...) i just had to share...
just a little thought: it seems i take for granted far too often just how fucking great The Velvet Underground is...i mean, it's become such an understood thing that i'll go for so long w/out actually fully comprehending the magnitude of how fucking essential they are...i can't even begin to fathom how good music would be (/have been for the past 35 years) w/out them...i mean, christ! it fucking hurts to think about how important they are...and it even goes beyond that...the music itself is STILL better than almost every single fucking thing ever...okay, i was just listening to White Light/White Heat and was reminded of all this...(or slammed in the head repeatedly w/ the sheer amazingness of that album...) i just had to share...
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Date: 2002-10-09 06:52 am (UTC)but it wasn't the same guy. the molestin' director did clownhouse (http://www.allmovie.com/cg/avg.dll?p=avg&sql=A10055), and his name is victor silva. someone else did killer klowns..., so, like, nevermind. it's still a funny story, though. from the all movie guide:
A seriously creepy film from notoriously controversial director Victor Salva, this bizarre fantasy drama follows the basic spine of E.T. (1982) but lacks much of that classic's charm and excitement, instead providing skin-crawling moments of symbolic juvenile homoeroticism, hilariously bad dialogue, and absurd situations that provoke unintended guffaws. There are a few cool, genuinely awe-inspiring moments here. Salva particularly handles big plot point moments well, such as the death of a sheriff's wife and a well-staged scene in which a science teacher (Jeff Goldblum, woefully underutilized in what amounts to a cameo role) realizes the true nature of Powder (Sean Patrick Flanery) during a class lecture. For every beat that works, however, the audience is thrown a curveball of over-the-top camp. There's Powder ogling some showering school bullies (what in the world it means is never really explained) or punishing a deer hunter to emphasize his Christ-like "specialness," a howler of goofball, knee-jerk liberalism run amok that, like many other scenes, hits the viewer with the subtlety of a wooden mallet. Flanery does a fine job of conveying the depth of his character's wounded, soulful pain and intelligence. The actor really manages to infuse Powder with the intelligence that the script indicates, but never illustrates except in the most obvious and on-the-nose manner. Powder (1995) is morally simplistic and shallow, predictable and contains some disturbing material allusive to the director's personal and legal problems that all add up to a cinematic experience most will prefer to skip.
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Date: 2002-10-09 10:02 am (UTC)