Recently Watched:

12 Angry Men -- Holy shitass, how did I go 31 years without watching this film? Sidney Lumet directs Henry Fonda and Jack Klugman and Ed Begley, Sr., and Jack Warden and everybody else, who kick ass in this closed-room drama about the one man who refuses to find a boy guilty of murder. Watch this movie. Hard. Curious that I inadvertently chose Lumet's directing debut just a week or two after watching Fail-Safe.

I Still Worship Zeus -- Interesting, if occasionally slow, documentary about people who still worship the 12 God Pantheon in Greece. The sound was odd and spotty, and some of the scenes could have been cut a bit, I think, for a bit more in-depth stuff, but hey, ultimately informative and thought-provoking.

Pixote: Law of the Weakest -- Wow. Damn. I...yeah. Filmed in Brazil in 1982, and based on a book, this feels-like-a-documentary-movie about orphans and criminal youth in Brazil is mind-blowing. The director chose real street kids to play the street kids, who are taken to a juvenile detention center after being rounded up for a crime they didn't do. The brutality of the center and the horrors after their escape...my god. Another one you'd better see. Just...be emotionally prepared.

Recently Read:

I Love Led Zeppelin by Ellen Forney -- Delightful vignette comics, often only one page long, about her own life and the lives of others. Fascinating and lovely and...lovely. Give it a read. I'm going to order a copy later this week.

Tong war! The First Complete History of the Tongs in America by Eng Ying Gong -- Only got partway through this before becoming a bit bored. While parts of it were fascinating, parts of it were likely only interesting / scandalous when it was published back in 1930. Should have skipped forward more than I did, perhaps.
I don't think you understand how much you need to see The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada.



Sure, we're only 3 months into 2006, but it's already in my top three I've seen this year, not just in the theatres, but DVD's and everything.

No wonder it won two awards at Cannes (Tommy Lee Jones for Best Actor, Guillermo Arriaga for Best Screenplay).
Not bad for Mr. Jones's first real directing stint (he directed a TV movie a decade ago.)

If you live near Champaign-Urbana, it's got some limited run-time left at Boardman's Art Theatre.
If you live elsewhere, find this fucking movie. It's in a few theatres, and it'll be out on DVD June 6.

benjamin
Current Sir Reginald story is jammed in my brain's poop-chute and refuses to come out.

So, in the mean time, YOU MUST SEE THIS DAMN MOVIE.





SPL (literally: Saat Po Long) is, along with movies like One Night in Mongkok, restoring my faith in the film world of Hong Kong.

I won't go terribly in depth, 'cause I hate when people tell me too much, but SPL combines vaguely-corrupt cop drama, hoardes of disillusioned triad youths, loads of "realistic" fight scenes (that's what you get when you hire Donnie Yen), a nice "team cast," and a slightly-above-average plot to make a thoroughly engaging film. And damn, does Simon Yam wring every bit of pale-souledness out of his role.

SPL takes every genre-standard for this kind of film, kicks the shit out of it and makes it work better. Sure, they're all still there, but with better cinematography and 50% more awesome.

This isn't the kind of movie that you watch for the profound effect it's going to have on your soul.
This is the kind of movie you grab for a Friday night with beers and enjoy the hell out of.

Besides, it's always awesome to see Sammo Hung as an asskicking bad guy, especially with a Crazy Badguy Beard.

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As though you hadn't had enough with my cat rubbing up against Scott Pilgrim for my vague review of it, now I'm going to scar you forever with this:



I lick like Steady Beat by [livejournal.com profile] lilrivkah very much.

It's a manga-style OGN (Original Graphic Novel. What, do you live on the moon...hmh?...oh, just not Planet Geek...got it...) that popped into stores a little bit ago, and it's really quite damned good.

No, you're not going to spend 4 hours reading it, or disect it like B for Bendetta, but that's not the point. It's one of those teen books that anybody can read and enjoy, and I certainly did.

Basic plot: Leah may not be the best soccer player in high school, but her older sister seems to be. Leah's got nothing but respect for her older sister until a she finds a love letter to her...signed "Jessica." What the Stonewall is going on here?

Begin Teh Dramaz. This is where Steady Beat really stands out to me. Sure, it's got the kind of situations that only occur in comic books, but the approach is completely different from what you're used to seeing. Basically, this is written the way things would probably unfold, emotionally and mentally.

Stylistically, this kicked my ass. It's mangesque without making you think "Hey, this looks like Ranma 1/2!" [livejournal.com profile] lilrivkah has developed a style that's completely her own, and it's working incredibly well...especially impressive when you hear that this is her first book. Talent to spare, and she's just getting started.

This is just v.1, and Rivkah is busting ass on v.2, so it's good that this is a solid piece that will stand up to multiple readings while I wait for the next installment.

The fan community--the only place she's responding to comments these days, as her LJ is now mostly for character sketches--is at [livejournal.com profile] steady_beat.

Click on the pic of me being weird to jump to the Steady Beat section of TokyoPop's website.

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"String Quartet in B Flat Major" - Mozart
benchilada: (Kick ass)
ISIS LOVES SCOTT PILGRIM SO MUCH THAT WHEN HE POINTS HIS FINGER AT HER NOSE, SHE RUBS HER SCENT UP AGAINST HIM.



Scott Pilgrim's Precious Little Life is rocking my balls right now. It's by Bryan Lee O'Malley, and it's full of the awesome.

I mean, here's the description from Oni Press's website:

"Scott Pilgrim's life is totally sweet. He's 23 years old, in a rock band, "between jobs," AND dating a cute high school girl. Everything's fantastic until a seriously mind-blowing, dangerously fashionable, rollerblading delivery girl named Ramona Flowers starts cruising through his dreams and sailing by him at parties. Will Scott's awesome life get turned upside-down? Will he have to face Ramona's seven evil ex-boyfriends in battle? Short answer: yes. Long answer: SCOTT PILGRIM, VOLUME 1."

Any book that has the following scenario NEEDS TO BE READ BY YOU:

(Scott Pilgrim has just had to interrupt his rock band's set to fight some dude named Mr. Patel, who has come screaming from the sky and taken SIXTY-FOUR hits from Scott and is STILL STANDING!!!)

PATEL: So, Pilgrim, you're as good as they say.
SCOTT: Who the hell are you anyway?
PATEL: My name is Matthew Patel...and I'm Ramona's first evil boyfriend. [punch]
SCOTT: You're fighting me because of Ramona? [block]
PATEL: Yes! Didn't you get my e-mail and letter explaining the situation? [kick]
SCOTT: I...skimmed them...? [dodge]
PATEL: I delivered that letter personally, in the middle of a blizzard! YOU'LL PAY!!
SCOTT: What's with your outfit, anyway? Are you a pirate?
PATEL: P...Pirates are in this year!!

Click on the picture of Isis to get to the OniPress website and BUY THE HELL OUT OF THIS. Vol.2 is also out, and v.3 is out soon...

benjamin
            So here’s the deal: The Quitter—written by Harvey Pekar and illustrated by Dean Haspiel (aka [livejournal.com profile] man_size)—is easily one of the most solid graphic novels I’ve read, bar none.



          Harvey Pekar, famous for his American Splendor comics, as well as the film about him that shares the same name, is not the everyman that most articles predictably and laboriously paint him as. How do you refer to somebody who’s been writing jazz reviews for forty years as an everyman? Or how about a guy who doesn’t get to be on Letterman anymore, since he turned the tables on the open mockery of him one too many times?
          I’ve read most of American Splendor, and I’ve enjoyed it, but it's rarely knocked me out. Don’t get me wrong, it’s some impressive stuff—the impression varying greatly with each artist who illustrates Pekar’s work—but it’s never been the sort of thing that I’d go out of my way to pick up regularly. The slice-of-life dialogue can really be killer, but it always felt a bit disjointed to me.
          Man, Quitter kicks the shit out of that little stereotype I’ve been nursing. The usual 90/10 dialogue/narration formula is flipped over as Pekar writes about his amazingly interesting early life, from the heady days of his being the best street fighter in his neighborhood, to his occasionally debilitating bouts of inadequacy and paranoia, to his countless jobs and week in the Navy. This is no longer “slice of life,” this IS life…a fucking interesting one.
          This is the kind of autobiographical stuff I can totally dig on, this is a guy going through and telling us his highs, his lows, and all with a detachment that’s not totally unemotional. When I finished, I felt like I had a way better grasp on Harvey Pekar, and a far more vast respect for him and his life.
          I feel bad enough that I’ve gone this far without mentioning that this is—near as I can tell—the best art I’ve ever seen out of Dean Haspiel, and that’s saying a lot. Easily the most impressive to me about this is that each panel isn’t just the usual “snapshot” art. Instead, each one threatens to keep moving if you take your eyes off of it. We’re talking Jack-Kirby’s-Captain-America-is-striding-towards-the-Red-Skull-and-somebody's-gonna- lose-an-eye kinda power here. His framing of movement is incredible, with some amazing three-panel-spreads that tug your eyes along with the text, the character, and the flow of the story.
          Haspiel pulls nice camera angles without making them feel forced, and keeps the background as alive as the main character. One panel I really loved is where we see a young Pekar in class, watching the teacher, and a girl to the side looking away, but not at Pekar. It’s like she’s sneaking a glimpse at some off-panel crush, and Haspiel’s letting us in on her secret.
          And the fights. A lot of this book comes down to fighting, where Pekar excelled, and was finally able to feel that he had accomplished something. His narrations of the schoolings are full of awesome, and Dino’s art…fuck, man, some of those punches made my goddamned jaw ache.

           Listen to me, wanking away like a fanboy, or worse, an actual critic. Ignore my noise, and just get out there and buy The Quitter.

           As for me, I think I’m gonna read it again.

 benjamin

Recent Films (No Spoilers):

Serenity (2005, USA, Sci-Fi/Action)

In which the fantastic television show Firefly, which was shafted by the network that showed it, unfolds into one of the better plotted / directed / written / acted science-fiction films I’ve seen in a very long time. Funny, ‘splosions, tears, and creepy things.  Oh, and space fights!!!

GRADE : A

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Brodeuses (Sequins): (2004, France, Drama)

 A delicate and wonderful film about a young girl in who finds herself unexpectedly pregnant, a fact she hides from her friends, family, co-workers, and to a degree, herself. A nice twist on the usual “younger person finds older person ready to give-up-on-life” genre of film, I must say it surprised me how good it was, even if nothing in it was genuinely surprising. The beauty of the almost constant tight-shots was impressive.

GRADE : B+

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Moolaadé : (2004, Senegal, Drama)

How often do you get to say that you saw a film that made you laugh a lot AND dealt with the horrors of female genital mutilation in modern Africa? I’ve seen one now. The setting was beautiful, but I think more impressive to me was the delicate balance struck between drama, humor, family, and religion. Never too far in any one direction. Amazing.

GRADE : A

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The Corpse Bride (2005, USA, Stop-Motion Comedy):

 Dunno, maybe I figure Tim Burton set that bar too high for me with The Nightmare Before Christmas, or perhaps it’s that all of the time spent in the “land of the living” bored me nearly to tears. Yes, the land of the dead was fun, but nothing new or groundbreaking. Lots of pretty and detailed work, but without even a skeleton of a plot to hang on, the flesh of the movie just kinda flops to the ground.

 GRADE : C-

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Broken Flowers (2005, USA, Comedramady...whatever):

 Cult director Jim Jarmusch steers an all-star cast…okay, I just wanted to say “Cult director” and “all-star cast” in the same sentence. Beautiful directing by JJ as usual, interesting and paced without being boring, Bill Murray and Jeffrey Wright attempt to reunite Murray with a son he didn’t know he had…and may not actually have after all. A cross country trek that is peopled with fascinating characters, all remarkably well-developed.

GRADE : A

Commence the throwing of stones.

 b

Strange juxtaposition of films.

First, I watched Irréversible, a French film from 2002, directed by Gaspar Noé. To call this film "disturbing" would be gentle. It's entirely different from an Ichi the Killer sort of disturbing, however.

Shot in a similar fashion to Memento, the film starts with a sequence that is the end of the story, and then goes to the sequence before it, and so on. Unlike Memento, however, we learn much of the story as we go...no real "twists" to speak of, but Noé's almost nauseating camerawork -- a conscious choice, he has said -- combined with the grating sounds and horrible inevitability of a single event make you more wired as it goes on.

It's also quite interesting to learn that only about two pages were written for this film, making the rest of it all-but-improvised. Since I usually hate this French New Wave technique, it was surprising to see it work so well.

Violent, distressing, and with a crushing feeling of...ummm...irreveribleness...osity...ism...look, if you need to get your head messed with, watch this, it's really incredible.

Don't bitch at me later if you find it too upsetting.

Then Sara brought home Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy. Good points: Steve Carell's performance. Bad points: Damn near everything else. Actually stopped looking at the TV during the last 15 or 20 minutes.

Now I'm off to edit King of Fighters 2003 v.3 and Journal of the Vampire Hunter - Claws of Darkness v.1.

*smooches*

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Current Music: “Fly Me to the Moon” – Blossom Dearie
Next Movies: The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou and Kinsey

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