Won’t You Be My Neighbor?, 2018 – ★★★★½

You might be watching this at home, but let me tell you about the mass catharsis that awaited you at a live screening, if you’ve reading this years later. There was sort of a heavy sigh and letting go, a bit of baleful anger, and a sadness as we all worked through this requiem for our childhood friend, our childhood, and a large part of the nation’s heart and soul.

1) The animated sequences really work as you realize how deep that tiger connection goes.

2) The quick clip of FOX News was like being sprayed in the soul by vomit.

3) Like the first one, the Second Coming of Christ was missed by the majority of folks or taken for granted.

4) Who walked our vowing to be more like Fred?

Vía Letterboxd – Ted Mills

The Autopsy of Jane Doe, 2016 – ★★★

Effective, low-budget, one location, three-location horror film which unfortunately drops the ball in the third half, and then earns “the finger” with the final shot. (NO! Don’t do it…ahhhhh, you did. Shame.)

On the other hand, and in it’s favor, is there any other horror film that has a father-son relationship at its core that isn’t antagonistic? Nice economy of dialog and acting situate the two male leads early on, and the reveal of “Jane Doe” in dirt has something very primordial to it.

COULD have been good, but a whole bunch of poor and/or mediocre choices follow. Ah well.

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The Autopsy of Jane Doe, 2016 – ★★★

Effective, low-budget, one location, three-location horror film which unfortunately drops the ball in the third half, and then earns “the finger” with the final shot. (NO! Don’t do it…ahhhhh, you did. Shame.)

On the other hand, and in it’s favor, is there any other horror film that has a father-son relationship at its core that isn’t antagonistic? Nice economy of dialog and acting situate the two male leads early on, and the reveal of “Jane Doe” in dirt has something very primordial to it.

COULD have been good, but a whole bunch of poor and/or mediocre choices follow. Ah well.

Vía Letterboxd – Ted Mills

The Autopsy of Jane Doe, 2016 – ★★★

Effective, low-budget, one location, three-location horror film which unfortunately drops the ball in the third half, and then earns “the finger” with the final shot. (NO! Don’t do it…ahhhhh, you did. Shame.)

On the other hand, and in it’s favor, is there any other horror film that has a father-son relationship at its core that isn’t antagonistic? Nice economy of dialog and acting situate the two male leads early on, and the reveal of “Jane Doe” in dirt has something very primordial to it.

COULD have been good, but a whole bunch of poor and/or mediocre choices follow. Ah well.

Vía Letterboxd – Ted Mills

The Autopsy of Jane Doe, 2016 – ★★★

Effective, low-budget, one location, three-location horror film which unfortunately drops the ball in the third half, and then earns “the finger” with the final shot. (NO! Don’t do it…ahhhhh, you did. Shame.)

On the other hand, and in it’s favor, is there any other horror film that has a father-son relationship at its core that isn’t antagonistic? Nice economy of dialog and acting situate the two male leads early on, and the reveal of “Jane Doe” in dirt has something very primordial to it.

COULD have been good, but a whole bunch of poor and/or mediocre choices follow. Ah well.

Vía Letterboxd – Ted Mills

Filmworker, 2017 – ★★★½

Your reaction to this documentary will tie in, I guess, with how you feel about “genius”, about those who undoubtedly are, but also are tyrants in their own way. Would you give anything to work for a genius like Kubrick? Because Leon Vitali did, and it quite literally sucked the life out of him as witnessed by his current appearance in this film. Devoted to Vitali’s career as Kubrick’s right-hand (arm/appendage) man, Vitali gave over his life to working for the director. I was surprised that he managed to court, marry, and have kids in this time, but maybe that’s the editing of this doc. It is shameful the way he was treated when LACMA mounted their exhibition on Kubrick, but Vitali holds no grudges, so what can I say?

Vía Letterboxd – Ted Mills

Personal Shopper, 2016 – ★★★½ (contains spoilers)

This review may contain spoilers.

It’s as if Assayas took the mood of the final 10 minutes of “Clouds of Sils Maria” and kept Stewart’s character on. A film about wandering around rootless in grief, Stewart’s Maureen is like a ghost herself: buying clothes for a celebrity she never sees, engaging in sexual/stalkery games with a mysterious texter, inhabiting rooms that are not her own, but finding no solace at home either. She talks earlier about being a medium and how it’s often like looking through the crack of a door…in a film that has numerous mysterious doors, including one that feels positively Lynchian in its menace. Even the ending, which promises human connection as last, eludes Maureen that which she desires. Great stuff. Stewart is perfect for these haunted roles.

Vía Letterboxd – Ted Mills

Personal Shopper, 2016 – ★★★½ (contains spoilers)

This review may contain spoilers.

It’s as if Assayas took the mood of the final 10 minutes of “Clouds of Sils Maria” and kept Stewart’s character on. A film about wandering around rootless in grief, Stewart’s Maureen is like a ghost herself: buying clothes for a celebrity she never sees, engaging in sexual/stalkery games with a mysterious texter, inhabiting rooms that are not her own, but finding no solace at home either. She talks earlier about being a medium and how it’s often like looking through the crack of a door…in a film that has numerous mysterious doors, including one that feels positively Lynchian in its menace. Even the ending, which promises human connection as last, eludes Maureen that which she desires. Great stuff. Stewart is perfect for these haunted roles.

Vía Letterboxd – Ted Mills

Personal Shopper, 2016 – ★★★½ (contains spoilers)

This review may contain spoilers.

It’s as if Assayas took the mood of the final 10 minutes of “Clouds of Sils Maria” and kept Stewart’s character on. A film about wandering around rootless in grief, Stewart’s Maureen is like a ghost herself: buying clothes for a celebrity she never sees, engaging in sexual/stalkery games with a mysterious texter, inhabiting rooms that are not her own, but finding no solace at home either. She talks earlier about being a medium and how it’s often like looking through the crack of a door…in a film that has numerous mysterious doors, including one that feels positively Lynchian in its menace. Even the ending, which promises human connection as last, eludes Maureen that which she desires. Great stuff. Stewart is perfect for these haunted roles.

Vía Letterboxd – Ted Mills

Some interesting links 05.07.2018

Ta-Nahisi Coates figures Kanye is trying to escape blackness a la Michael Jackson. (I was also thinking of the fate of O.J. Simpson):

West calls his struggle the right to be a “free thinker,” and he is, indeed, championing a kind of freedom—a white freedom, freedom without consequence, freedom without criticism, freedom to be proud and ignorant; freedom to profit off a people in one moment and abandon them in the next; a Stand Your Ground freedom, freedom without responsibility, without hard memory; a Monticello without slavery, a Confederate freedom, the freedom of John C. Calhoun, not the freedom of Harriet Tubman, which calls you to risk your own; not the freedom of Nat Turner, which calls you to give even more, but a conqueror’s freedom, freedom of the strong built on antipathy or indifference to the weak, the freedom of rape buttons, pussy grabbers, and fuck you anyway, bitch; freedom of oil and invisible wars, the freedom of suburbs drawn with red lines, the white freedom of Calabasas.

And then, on the other hand, you have Donald Glover/Childish Gambino, and the brilliant This Is America video:

 

Sarah Jeong at The Verge comments on how Facebook has supplanted most of our emotional labor, and how hard it is now to take it back (if we wanted to):

Facebook had replaced much of the emotional labor of social networking that consumed previous generations. We have forgotten (or perhaps never noticed) how many hours our parents spent keeping their address books up to date, knocking on doors to make sure everyone in the neighborhood was invited to the weekend BBQ, doing the rounds of phone calls with relatives, clipping out interesting newspaper articles and mailing them to a friend, putting together the cards for Valentine’s Day, Easter, Christmas, and more. We don’t think about what it’s like to carefully file business cards alphabetically in a Rolodex. People spent a lot of time on these sorts of things, once, because the less of that work you did, the less of a social network you had.

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 This art gallery space in Tulum, Mexico looks amazing. it was designed by Jorge Eduardo Neira Serkel.

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As does these shots of Tokyo by Xavier Portela, which have been manipulation to mirror how he remembers the city.

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Also, anything Art Deco always looks great. Here’s a collection of posters.

 

Mr Madila from Rory WT on is a wonderful little animated film about sitting down with a self-described healer.

And this title is self-explanatory.