Film Review #17: Old Gregg (short)

    I don't know what to say.

    OK, maybe I do.  This is better than anything we've made recently by a longshot.  It's got a nutty everything, great characters, an actual plot, a custom soundtrack, a stage-performed musical section, hilarious if somewhat perplexing or disturbing dialogue...  Yeah.
    While Old Gregg is ostensibly incredibly stupid and drives its viewers to immediately become ashamed of even being aware of its existence, it's entertaining.  Merry christmas, enjoy (haha, it's funny cuz it's actually christmas).

Now, given this, I'd like to talk about shame associated with films.  Or watching them, or whatever.  Old Gregg inspires shame because it is simply so fucked up, and is pretty good at making people uncomfortable.  Now, why does that make people ashamed?  Relatively taboo subjects-- love, homosexuality, man-fishes living in lakes, balls of space-tits-- are things people are trained to reject, just based on social "standards", generally instated by religion and tradition.  Thing is, most people actually don't have any disposition with these subjects, and often fail to really believe in any of the given reasons the powers that be have taught.  However, when someone is associated with these taboos, they are isolated and identified by their brethren, who do so (mostly) simply because others do, or they think they should.  So, when people watch Old Gregg sing about Love Games and a ball of space-tits, they feel as if they are becoming associated with these things by watching them willingly, and thus by instinct express or feel shame in the face of the possibility of social isolation or judgement (which, in earnest, is but a hollow shell).

BE AFRAID: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eIInySnQe4I

P.S. Sorry it's up a day late; I was struck by severe occupation/illness yesterday and couldn't get it up, but I HAD IT DONE BY WEDNESDAY.  For the record.

Look, I did it

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I3SYPwe8EEM
Sorry I couldn't get it up earlier; been frightfully sick/occupied.  It's pretty lousy

Film Review #16: American Horror Story (TV show) - season 1

American Horror Story is simply great.  It's got a brilliant, expansive cast, great, thoughtful writing, and an absolutely astounding sound job, among just about everything else that's terrific.  Every season is a new story, with some recycled actors.  It's dark, unrelenting, unsuspected, and gratingly ugly, in a terrific way.
Now, Season 1.  Awesome schtick about a family living in a haunted house, and the ghosts they live with.  Plays a lot with a modern social commentary and multitudes of perspectives, humanizing and dehumanizing left and right.  My one quibble is that one particular character didn't die (that's just because she was a total fucking self-absorbed pretentious supremacist bitch, excuse my French).  Also, it could be a tad cliche at times, but the ... well... rest of it makes that little bit completely irrelevant.
Watch it.  Hell, just watch the intro.  God, amazing.  THE SOUNDTRACK...

*this is a horror show, so this ain't pretty.*

Intro: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2c3VVJb562Y
(The intro's more intense audio-wise; youtube seems to have tuned it down a bit)

Film Review #15: Event Horizon

PRELUDE:  For the record, it seems there is no trace of anything anywhere pertaining to a "film review #14"-- hence, one has not been written.  The blog is void of any such notes, and I've had a damn-long week, so if you want a #14, post the assignment and THEN I will write it.  Until such a time, 15 will be the extent of my trial.

Ok.  Anyway.

Event Horizon is a crazy late '90s Sci-Fi horror flick about a spaceship that travels to another dimension whilst attempting to test a new method of travel.  Then, a crew goes to rescue/salvage it after it shows up after a couple years...  This crew is who the movie follows.

All in all it was very... '90s.  The standard tense camera work, overdone foreshadowing, cacophonous plot/character development...  Yeah.  Nothing special.  A somewhat interesting but broken (and hence, dis-interesting) concept as to how everything went to *excuse my French* shit, and why it does so for the rescue crew as well.  Basically, everyone just goes bat-shit crazy and starts seeing things; then, they go and murder one another.

Don't see it.  A lot of built-up suspense for disengaging anomalies and whatnot.  You want something good in this category, go watch 2001: A Space Odyssey.  Or, better yet (maybe.  I need to watch 2001 again) go play Dead Space.  That shit is   FUCKED   UP.

K, I'm done.  Enough swearing.  Sleep.

Text thing

I wrote a massive rant, but that eventually digressed to this crap.  Do NOT put it in ANYTHING.  It's trite, pretentious and cliche, but I'm done.

Human rights are not a declaration.  They're not some badge you wear to say, "hey, I'm a liberal."  They aren't some set of goals, either.  They are the base of humanity… of innocence.  So cluttered, this world we live in, with the convictions of ages past and minds long turned to dust…  Clean slates are hard to come by, but such is the only way to transform humanity for good.  Perhaps, just perhaps, that begins with art.  Language is identifying and isolating; imagery is universal.

What's Good: final photos

I had a ton of photos, but trouble is my sight is bad, so I couldn't tell that quite a few were a tad out of focus, blurred, etc.  My apologies.  Anyway, these were the best of the clean.  Sorry, most of 'em seem to be of plants and buildings... I dunno.  Street art.  A lot of more metaphorical stuff in there...  People seem to dislike having their photos taken.  These street musicians were cool enough to let me shoot 'em, but unfortunately I really had to head out so I didn't grab very clean shots.  There's also some half-burned trees in there and other stuff...  Just think about it.  I did, believe it or not, have an intent for the meaning of every one.  ...