film snob

howard sucks. kubrick's genius. crowe's bold. shyamalan's cocky. and jeunet's disturbed. i saw a couple of films this weekend.

signs:
m. night shyamalan just dropped as one of my favorite mainstream directors.
signs wasnt bad, he just setting a bad formula for himself. shyamalan's claim to fame is his twist endings as seen through the overrated sixth sense and my personal favorite unbreakable. through this movie audience members look for details to cusion the fall of the suprise that they are assuming to happen at the end, but he takes the obvious road, which doesnt turn out to be much of a suprise. god knows i had a forgotten theory of all the wind chimes in the film which contribute to absolutely nothing. and it stars mel gibson for christ's sake.
top five mainstream directors:
1. baz lurhmann - moulin rouge was great
2. steven skorsese - taxi driver was revolutionary and gangs of new york sparks an interest
3. cameron crowe - read below
4. david fincher - his style is somewhat new school but i enjoy most of his films
5. m. night shyamalan - he dropped from a higher possesion but i have to give him credit
list subject to change
he's not a very good actor either. probably the best summer flick.

vanilla sky
open your eyes
interesting is the first word that came to mind as the credits rolled. idiots around the globe may have not gotten it as clearly, because i probably missed some of the nagging details, so they resort to trippy and weird. it is one of the film where you love it or hate and i cant decide which i can side on. cameron crowe was inspired by a spanish film that he saw to make this film as dreamy as it was. i want to say it was somewhat of a masterpiece but some of the movies elements needed some work that i couldnt ignore. it was beautifully shot though and gave me my own inspiration about the ever so popular dream prophecies. it tried very hard to be a piece of art with the big things like the outstanding crisp and colorful visuals to small things like the healing unit, mask, that cruise wears through a healthy portion of the film. the concepts and themes were well executed and some even brilliant, especially the little things. tom cruise wasnt that bad, cameron diaz was great, and penelope cruz was perfectly cast. i do admire cameron crowes bravery, but i wish somethings were better, but not everything is perfect, it not like its our dream or something. i guess i do like it, love is such a powerful thing.
" i wanna wake up, tech support"

amelie
wow.
city of lost children. amelie. delicatessen. alien resurrection. can you find the one that doesnt belong?
city of the lost children is about existential kidnapping, amelie is about a happy french good doer seeking for love, delicatessen is about post-apocalypstic canniblism, and alien resurrection is alien resurrection.
amelie is light and happy. completely opposite of the darkness that jean-pierre jeunet likes to dive into. that is why it is so perfect. the biggest catch in the movie is the fantasy world, also known as paris, in which the protagonist lives in. it has such keen but odd imagery it will keep you interested through most of the movie. my favorite visual creation is the way the made lp's, they made them like crepes. the story wont distract you too long and it has cute little quirks like the journey of a mans lawn gnome. the whole movie is like a dream and it is like dessert after vanilla sky. basically it fun and entertaining. and french.

the rest
water. hatchet. lucid. photo booth.

now im inspired, great.
posted by Justin at 4:41 PM

water enthusiast

(since sunday) justin died today in a horrific troll accident. justin had to learn the hard way of ignoring the 'dont throw a wet t-shirt contest without inviting trolls' sign. blood and clorinated water was everywhere. little did this small party know; once their fun loving get together would bring satifyingly fresh horror, their good hearted wetness to ice told terror. his family didnt care.

renaissance man:
people have passions. whether it be music, movie, design, marijuana smuggling, cooking, or whatever. i have too many.
screenplay writer, artist, cartoonist, musicianist, cook, photographer and possibly director. too much on my palette, possibly; high hopes, yes. I know i wont be several of these careers or not even one, but it's nice to dream.
currently i have been working with my friend alex with his new band project. he wanted me to do lyrics, which is more difficult than spoken. i downloaded, i suppose illegaly, final draft 6 so i can practice my screenplat techniques, they suck but im trying. i dont really draw, idoodle; i made a small unfinished cartoon of my lastest charachter and now my mom wants to publish it. i want to learn how to draw those 5o's propaganda paintings, they're really keen. cooking has always been fun to me, my next challenge is a chocolate souffle. photograghy is anew found liking of mine, i now get satisfaction from taking and looking at good photos. director im not too keen on, but i want my movies to turn out like i want too.
dreaming is nice, but i dont dream at night anymore.

moca
museum of contemporary art
im an idiot. i didnt know that andy warhol created the cambells tomatoe soup paintings. although some say it's 'played out' it is still one of my favorite pieces of art.
alex, my mom, and i went to the exhibit and it was nice. his art was inspirational at the time but some of his work just got too repititive, but that's his style, i still enjoyed it. his screen test were also nice, i was drawn to the man who blinked alot, and another man had a weird thing between his upper lip and nostrils, alex and i thought it was some kind of mucus.
we went swimming after at my aunts hotel pool.
andy warhol should have done hershey advertisements.

hot sauce
salt and pepper are raping each other, napkins are suicidal, the menu placements seem dominant, but the tobasco is just modest.
although alex thinks of himself being an aficianado, which he is, i believe he doesnt use hot sauce right. it may be southeren or to californians "hickish" hot sauce is a great condiment. i really like hot sauce, almost as much as water, and i use it sparingly or if needs more possible. alex just likes the taste so prefers to drench things in it and you it as a base so its not just a liquid.

imovie
fade in. wash out. multiple center titles. barn yard open. solarize. dog bark.
i always keep finding things on this goddess i dont feed, manhandle, and experiment on. although i have no actual footage to edit the things you can do without it are amazing. i use pictures, words, and music and many people are blown away with the precision - raves gene shallit.
seriously it is pretty keen. i just play with it, and its easy to use.

the rest
genocide. strawberry. cocky. spinach.

due the lack of arrivals justin was thrown into jagged rocks and was buried still capable of filling pain in idoized salt. 1987-2oo2. rest in peace.
posted by Justin at 5:49 PM

man virgin

(friday, yesterday) wife beaters, backwards one fit caps, oakleys, board shorts, and puffy skateboarding shoes. balls, plastic, radiation, stairs, and hitting random things. anaheim, downtown disney, and ESPN sports center. apocalypse now?

david copperfeild:
is a fucking idiot. I hate magic now because of him. he killed a boys spirit in magic, what a fucking idiot.
it was friday night. I was at my fathers browsing television. he doesnt have cable so i made the dreaded decision to watch CBS. It was david copperfeild's tornado of fire. the loathing insued.
He made so many bad jokes even my dad was in disbelief that this was once the magical genius hailed as houdini, now he is hailed only for his death. he also thinks he's jesus.
the big stunt was a waste of time and money.

antiMac
Although im a macintosh evangelist i found how easy it is to make fun of the products. Alex and I pondered a few anti mac campaigns
top five antiMac slogans:
1. i(contraction) - such as iDont, iWont, or iCant.
2. question - like yMac?
3. old skool - Macintrash
4. M.A.C. - Monkey Ass Crap
5. really bad puns - G take 4ever
Why must my beloved be easily teased. God im a loser.

saturday morning
bad cartoons. eggs. shampoo.

saturday afternoon
classic. liquorice. point. the shining.
I finally thought of lyrics and a bad album name, radio music awards here i come.

downtown disney
I hang out with middle aged black women.
They are actually pretty keen, despite all the mindless celebrity gossip, excessive alcohol, and candle loving.
Are first stop was the ESPN sports center. i hate it. then we meet up with the other dinner guest and they buy delicious new orleans beignets, which are like new orleans donuts. I walk around and i wanted to get a poster for taxi driver or edward scissor hands, but they didnt have them.
the food was good but could have been better.

home.
hot. sheets. twin trees. im a film snob.

So much noise everywhere and som many black frames. i took two pictures.
posted by Justin at 5:48 PM