Here's my rip-off of the 'Live Chat' thread for us highly caffinated induviduals to rant on about utter and complete nonsense. I have found that far far too many threads have been hijacked by this evil monster, I myself being a victim, was forced to go on and on, one thread to another to spout my over-caffinated, late-night talking, Eggers-reading, Derrida-jargonizing, computer-crashing, over-complicated, over-emphasized, anti-minimalistic, anti-sublty, anti-Buddhist, over-acting, Nicholas Cage,
Updated 12-02-2009 at 12:08 AM by DanielBenoit
dir. David Fincher 2008
This is a revived and re-edited review that I had posted a while back on here.
A truly poetic film about the passing of time, seen through the eyes of a man who ages backwards (he is born an old man and dies a baby). Director David Fincher perfectly and beautifully illustrates all the ages that Benjeman goes throughout his life, from the Progressive era, to the Jazz Age, to the seventies; this is a breathetaking film on the grand scale of an
Updated 11-29-2009 at 04:17 AM by DanielBenoit
I am a cruel judge towards actors. I cannot help but make the Hitchcockian comparison of them to "cattle" or as merely some attribute in some divine artistic endevour like Kubrick. Aren't I so inhuman?
Well, there have been some great performances this decade, some of them even outshining its very own directors. This decade in particular has produced a number of villians comparable only to the most vile and cruel of movie antagonists (Heath Ledger in The Dark Knight, Javier
2005 dir. Ramin Bahrani
This is an inspiring movie. It is what the title says, it's about a man who owns a push cart in New York. It is inpiring in the sense that Camus is inspiring. It has an anti-ending and is virtually anti-narrative. The man was once a rock-star in his native country of Pakistan and now makes a living selling bagels and coffee. Unlike so many other movies, this film aviods tender illusorary moments of non-life. This movie is pure life.
Updated 11-27-2009 at 03:23 PM by DanielBenoit
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking "oh here's a new blog post by DanielBenoit, I'm going to read it". No. Not until you've read the bottom post. If one of you walks out of the labyrinth, then you are permitted to enter this one, for it is of less importance.
Well, this time it's one single short story. An experimental one to say the least. The first half was written in the winter of '07 (you do the math) when I was fresh from my second reading of Ulysses (and you
Updated 11-26-2009 at 02:40 AM by DanielBenoit