Shot this at the airport in Detroit on Saturday night.
Archive for November, 2009
In today’s edition of the Daily Cardinal: my review of Wes Anderson’s latest 140+ mph ace, Fantastic Mr. Fox. Expect this film to figure centrally into my “Best Nine of Ohnine” list (whenever I actually get around to assembling said list).
Oh, and for clarity’s sake: the caption beneath the photo attached to my review implies that the animation in Fantastic Mr. Fox is computer-generated; this, of course, is not the case. I’ll take 86.5% of the blame for the mix-up. I probably should’ve made it clearer in the review that I thought a big reason why watching Fox is such a fulfilling experience is precisely because it’s not the product of an unfathomable complex of logarithms and endless double-clicking. When traces of the film’s physical reality (the sequence of material events that had to have occurred in a very specific order in order for the rest of the film to be what it is) manifest themselves in the texture/grain of the image, that is to say, at the heart of the film’s existence as a visual object: that’s pretty cool, no?
There’s more than one way to bare the device. The difference between the effect that Godard achieves by pointing the camera back at itself in the well-known verse from La chinoise and the effect of watching the stop-motion of Mr. Fox is substantial, I think. But, comme on dit, what do I know.
For the most part, holidays repulse me; Thanksgiving, however, I can tolerate. Thus, my gift to y’all: yet another slightly self-indulgent video, this one filmed from the breakfast room of my parents’ quaint little abode here in the Prince’s Town. Suffice it to say, this year I’m thankful for visual austerity and economy of expression. Look for my Fantastic Mr. Fox review in the Cardinal early next week (hint hint: the film is something of a must-see).
Likely won’t have much to say over these next few days of lounging about and tuning out. May have some images to show ya though, like this (shot her on the ride home from Philly Int’l):
At 4:45PM this afternoon TCM will show Nicholas Ray’s A Woman’s Secret (1949), a film I’ve never seen and won’t be able to catch due to a couple of prior obligations; however, if you find yourself near a TV with cable, you could definitely do worse than to check this one out. According to imdb, A Woman’s Secret was the production during which Ray met the actress who’d become his second wife, Gloria Grahame (who happens to be, as my devoted reader[s] ought to know by now, a CineMadison favorite). I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: TCM’s presentation of these second-tier Rays is invaluable. After all, the great thing about Ray’s oeuvre is that the second-tier’s a lot like the first: ruddy, combustible, disheveled, volatile, etc.
Beth Mueller’s dissent from the Badger Herald Ed Board’s astonishingly sensible pro-pot-legalization editorial in today’s edition of the BH suggests two things, though I could be wrong on both: 1. Mueller has never smoked weed, and 2. she’s unfamiliar with Ludwig Wittgenstein’s final proposition in the Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus (alright, not so important in this case).
Use of marijuana impairs the mind so as to prevent a person from rational thought. This harm is most significant. Use of this drug, like any other illegal drug, seeks only pleasure over the higher, transcendent goals of humanity, which are all products of reasoned thought.
[…] There’s nothing wrong with simple relaxation, which would be a motivation for many to use marijuana. But even the pursuit of rest shouldn’t settle into mere escapism or artificial warping of the mind to intellectually skip town. Imagine what a society we’d have if relaxation entailed a more honest release from the burden of work to be more aware, not less, of the beauty of people, the world, and even new ideas.
[…] True, drunkenness similarly harms a person by blocking the ability to think rationally. […] Alcohol, however, remains justifiably legal because it can be used to an extent that does not impair reason.
Mueller has a very, very peculiar understanding of the effect that marijuana has on the mind. Intellectuals smoking pot: never happens, right? And what’s with this fetish for “reasoned” and “rational” thought? Also, the notion that alcohol can be consumed in moderation whereas marijuana cannot is particularly bizarre.
But yeah, I recommend reading both pieces in their entirety; some pretty ferkakt logic at work in the dissent, and I don’t mean that in a good way.
A remarkably convincing front:
From Ernst Lubitsch’s To Be or Not to Be (1942).
From Sergei Eisenstein’s The General Line/The Old and the New (1929).
The uncomfortable situations that result from one’s being too close to a difficult woman:
From Douglas Sirk’s Written on the Wind (1956).