Grimmest and Most Frostbitten Kvlt of Fool's Gold  

 
Go Back Grimmest and Most Frostbitten Kvlt of Fool's Gold > Entertainment > General Arts

Reply
 
Thread Tools
Matt-2
I'll definitely be giving it a watch, though. Probably going to watch Warcraft tonight. Expectations are set low.
quote
Matt-2
Suicide Squad

They nailed Margot Robbie being cast as Harley Quinn - she even did the accent. However they fucked up her origin story. They fucked up The Joker. Leto's joker seemed more like a horny teenager rather than a menacing psychopath. They fucked up the relationship between Joker and Harley (the love is mostly one sided and Joker barely ever shows her any). They give too much screen time to Smith and Robbie and basically ignored everyone else. Tom Hardy would've been better as Rick Flag.

Bit poor really. Overall, though, it was an eyegasm. Worth a punt? Probably.
quote
Drav


Kyle Kallgren redeems the existence of the otherwise horrific Channel Awesome.
quote
Sar
I saw Manchester by the Sea. I thought it was excellent, the screenplay never takes the easy way out even when the easy way out is obvious. Casey Affleck is winning all the preliminary best actor awards and he fucking deserves them.
quote
Drav
lol that new Blade Runner trailer.
quote
Haunted Horse
Arrival

It's amazing. Go see it while it's still in theatres. Copied & pasted from elsewhere:

I liked it a lot. It was easily the best science-fiction I've seen since at least The Martian or Ex Machina, and quite possibly Interstellar. There is one major plot element that requires serious suspension of belief, but I don't really care, because the film doesn't violate its own internal logic.

(SPOILER) The time travel element... didn't bother me at all. I pretty much got exactly what they were going for pretty soon into the movie. The idea that the aliens experienced time in a nonlinear fashion was pretty obvious to me as soon as we saw their writing; why else make it circular? The intro being a flash-forward took me quite a bit longer to figure out, though. Certainly, there's nothing in human biology that could make perceiving the future remotely plausible, but given how advanced the heptopods' technology was, that didn't bother me. Given that they appeared to have psychokinetic abilities and were able to mess with gravity in a way that human technology can't hope to approach, who's to say they wouldn't be able to give humanity the ability to perceive time differently?

The film reminded me a lot of Slaughterhouse-Five. The heptopods were basically a less ignorant version of the Tralfamadorians, and the film's musings on fate certainly echoed the novel's (both can be interpreted in a number of different ways). The unstuck-in-time narrative element also recalls the novel, and may have been one reason I wasn't terribly surprised when I found out Louise's memories were of the future. The antiwar message of the film is also fairly similar to the novel's, although the film is less blatant about it.


The soundtrack was fantastic at setting the mood and an impressive piece of music in its own right; the cinematography is some of the most beautiful I've seen in cinemas this year; the writing and direction were top-notch; and the performances, particularly Amy Adams', were fantastic. If Adams doesn't get an Oscar nomination for this, there is no justice.

I'm going to have to track down and read some of Ted Chiang's stories now.

Rogue One

It's Star Wars. This is the prequel they probably should've made in the first place. Also go see it in theatres, but it's not going anywhere so Arrival should be your highest priority. I'm not gonna say too much about it, but there are some cool cameos, the characters are interesting, the plot is compelling, and the music/cinematography/effects/etc. are superb.


Passengers

A flawed film, but I come out on the side of overall liking it and finding a lot of the criticisms I've seen overblown or downright wrong. The third act conflicts tonally with the first two, and honestly feels tacked on because they needed action sequences and stakes. At the same time, I also feel like the film would've been unbearably bleak without it. The film is thoroughly predictable throughout, and I didn't mind in the slightest because, again, if the resolution had been any darker, it would've been unbearably bleak. The physics are ridiculous (gravity does not work that way) and a criticism can be made that the film raises more ethical questions than it answers, although I do wonder whether it could have actually answered them without coming across as more of a polemic than a film.

I'm spoiler tagging a lot of text, but you can probably see 95% of it coming well in advance. The plot isn't the point; the characters are, which kinds of has to be the case when you have two actors carrying 90% of the script. (Hell, Pratt carries 80% of the first forty minutes or so almost entirely by himself.)

(SPOILER) A number of people have just completely misinterpreted or oversimplified the film, though. We're clearly supposed to sympathise with these characters overall, but that does not mean that their actions are always supposed to be sympathetic. Indeed, the film could not have possibly made it clearer that Jim's decision to wake up Aurora is horrifically unethical and that she would be entirely justified never to forgive him. It's also made plain that his deception of her is also horrible, though it's left to the viewer to decide whether it's less so or even more so.

The thing is, the film doesn't actually gloss over the implications of what he does. He clearly hates himself for even considering waking her up; he agonises over the decision for months before finally snapping and doing it; and he hates himself even more after he goes through with it. But, at the same time, it's made clear that it's also an entirely human act of a desperate, possibly insane, and certainly suicidal man, because the film makes plain how much being alone for a year with only an android for a company, and knowing that if you didn't wake someone up you would die alone, would suck. He's literally suicidal at the time he notices her; he had just walked out from an airlock, unable to get up the nerve to push the button to vent himself out of it into space.

The one question the film asks that it doesn't entirely answer is what sort of action is too extreme to be unforgivable. Aurora eventually does forgive Jim, but it takes a long time, and it's not directly because of his actions. Indeed, before she does so, she beats the crap out of him and barely restrains herself from murdering him with an axe. And it's also clear we're entirely supposed to sympathise with her for doing this. (Lawrence deserves serious credit for this scene, by the way; it's one of the best parts of the film. It's uncomfortable to watch, but at the same time it's also somewhat cathartic, because we don't really blame her. Which is part of the reason it's uncomfortable. Actually, both she and Pratt are superb throughout the film; lesser actors would not have been able to portray these characters so believably.) She herself makes it entirely plain that he ruined her life. Which is essentially true. His actions completely derailed all her life plans, and she wasn't given a choice in this, and they can't be taken back. They're stuck on the ship and the only way they could possibly get any other human company is by repeating what Jim already did to her. Notably, neither of them ever even considers doing this (when one other human character does wake up, it's due to a similar malfunction to the one that woke Jim up).

When Aurora discovers Jim's deception, he does at first try to present his case to her, but she doesn't listen; it's pretty clear that she feels incredibly violated. He seems to accept this and give her space after she makes it plain that she doesn't care what he has to say for himself. She eventually does come around to forgiving him, but it's mostly because of what other people in the film say to her, as well as some horrifying experiences she herself goes through. A message left for her by her friends notes that they could tell she'd never been happy on Earth, and encourages her not to push away people who make her happy. The one other significant human character in the film notes that while Jim's actions weren't ethical, they were entirely human: a drowning person will instinctively reach out to another drowning person, regardless of whether that helps either of them. And then, when the ship inevitably starts to malfunction, she herself nearly drowns in a swimming pool. (The metaphor here is over-the-top, and this is one of several sequences in the film with absolutely ridiculous physics - inertia does not work that way; she should still be able to swim, and there's no reason that gravity would fail like that if the ship were still spinning, which it would be, because, again, inertia. But it's a cool sequence, so I somewhat forgive them.)

To its credit, the film doesn't rely on having Jim rescue her to make her forgive him. He does come to her when it's clear the ship is malfunctioning, but she's already gotten out of the pool by the time he researches her. Actually, the film completely averts and eventually inverts the damsel in distress trope; she, predictably, ends up saving his life at the climax. Jim's decision to wake up Aurora does actually end up saving the lives of literally everybody on the ship, because he wouldn't have been able to repair it without her, but this is incidental, and it's not the reason she forgives him either (not least of which because he couldn't possibly have known that he would need assistance saving the ship). The reasons she forgives him ultimately seem to be (1) facing the terrifying possibility of eighty-nine years on the ship alone, and (2) realising that, despite having done some horrible things to her, he had overall also made her happy. The fact that he also finds a way to put one of them back into suspended animation and offers to let her use it (she opts not to) probably also goes a good part of the way to restoring her good will towards him.


If you're expecting a conventional romance between two normal and entirely sympathetic people, you're going to be extremely disappointed by this film. It is a romance, but it's an incredibly dysfunctional one between two people who have done some things we're not supposed to look at as being worthy of emulation. Jim is incredibly screwed up, and he does some horrible things, and the film doesn't actually try to pretend that they're anything other than horrible. Understandable, yes. But still horrible. It goes into fairly great depth about the psychological ramifications of Jim and Aurora's situations, but it does not go into an in-depth philosophical treatise over what the right thing to do in Jim's situation would be, and doesn't seriously dwell on the question of whether (SPOILER) Aurora was right to forgive him. Frankly, I'm kind of glad about this. I don't need a film to tell me what to think. The film gives us a portrait of one extremely screwed up and one fairly screwed up human being with all their flaws, but overall we're left to question what we ourselves would do in either of their situations. Frankly, I'm not entirely sure I would have behaved much differently in Jim's situation than he did (SPOILER) (I'd like to think I would've come clean about my actions, but I can't honestly know that because I've never spent a year alone with only a robot for company), or much differently in Aurora's situation than she did, except that (SPOILER) I doubt I'd be as heroic about saving the ship as they were, so we'd probably end up dead.

As stated above, the third act feels tacked on because they needed action sequences and stakes for the film. It severely contradicts the rest of the film tonally, as it jumps from being an in-depth psychological study of two characters in an unusual hard sci-fi situation to a standard soft sci-fi action film. Frankly, though, the shift in tone is almost needed. If the film had just consisted of the first two acts plus an eventual change of heart on Aurora's part, the film would feel unremittingly bleak even with the somewhat more optimistic resolution. The action sequences are pretty fun and well shot, and they almost come as a relief at that point even if they also seem to come almost out of nowhere.

Anyway, I'm glad I saw it in theatres. It's basically the cinematic equivalent of fast food; it's not a great film, but sometimes that kind of thing is what you want. If you're into this kind of film, it's probably worth seeing just for Lawrence and Pratt, honestly. That said, if I hadn't gone in with minimal expectations I might not have enjoyed it so much.
__________________


ff · tmv · reds · lj · last.fm · soundcloud · pm for facebook (which I never check)

I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he’s talking to?
’Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you
I’m armed to the teeth
Like a fucking animal
I ruin everything
I get my bony hands on

And here we go now over the bridge of sighs
We will get a cross like Christ, crucified
It’s like a birth but it is in reverse
Never gets better, always gets worse
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Vaulting, veering, vomiting up the values that victimized me, feeling vast,
feeling virginal... was this how he felt? This verve, this vitality... this vision...

La voie... la vérité... la vie.
(SPOILER)
The Dead Flag Blues
The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides, and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt, and we’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles.

It went like this: The buildings tumbled in on themselves; mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards, everything washed in a thin orange haze. I said, “Kiss me, you are beautiful; these are truly the last days.” You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever.

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down; for sure it’s the valley of death. I open up my wallet, and it’s full of blood.
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Smashing Pumpkins
we can watch the world devoured in its hate.
The late prophet Bill Hicks
I’m so sick of arming the world and then sending troops over to destroy the fucking arms, you know what I mean? We keep arming these little countries then we go and blow the shit out of ’em. We’re like the bullies of the world, you know. We’re like Jack Palance in the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheep herder’s feet: “Pick it up.” “I don’t wanna pick it up, mister; you’ll shoot me.” “Pick up the gun.” “Mister, I don’t want no trouble, huh. I just came downtown here to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don’t even know what gingham is, but she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain’t looking for no trouble, mister.” “Pick up the gun.” Boom, boom. “You all saw him. He had a gun.”

moar I’ll show you politics in America. Here it is, right here. “I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.” “I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.” “Hey, wait a minute, there’s one guy holding out both puppets!” “Shut up! Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control. Here's Love Connection. Watch this and get fat and stupid. By the way, keep drinking beer, you fucking morons.”

All governments are liars and murderers. Go back to bed, America! Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control again. Here, here’s American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up! Go back to bed, America! Here is American Gladiators; here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom! Here you go, America: You are free to do what we tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!

The Supreme Court says pornography is anything without artistic merit that causes sexual thoughts, that’s their definition, essentially. No artistic merit, causes sexual thoughts. Hmm… Sounds like… every commercial on television, doesn’t it? You know, when I see those two twins on that Doublemint commercial? I’m not thinking of gum. I am thinking of chewing, so maybe that’s the connection they’re trying to make.

I have this feeling man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know… that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not… I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut; it’s provable. A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media. I have this feeling that whoever is elected president, like Clinton was, no matter what you promise on the campaign trail – blah, blah, blah – when you win, you go into this smoke-filled room with the twelve industrialist capitalist scumfucks who got you in there. And you’re in this smoky room, and this little film screen comes down, and a big guy with a cigar goes, “Roll the film.” And it’s a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you’ve never seen before that looks suspiciously like it’s from the grassy knoll. And then the screen goes up and the lights come up, and they go to the new president, “Any questions?” “Er, just what my agenda is.” “First we bomb Baghdad.” “You got it…”

They don’t want the voice of reason spoken, folks, ’cause otherwise, we’d be free. Otherwise, we wouldn’t believe their fucking horseshit lies, nor the fucking propaganda machine of the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don’t fucking need and become a third world consumer fucking plantation, which is what we’re becoming. Fuck them! They are liars and murderers. All governments are liars and murderers, and I am now Jesus, and this is MY compound.

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun for awhile. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “hey – don't worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride…” And we… kill those people. Haha. “Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus murdered; Martin Luther King mudered; Malcolm X murdered; Gandhi murdered; John Lennon murdered; Reagan… wounded. But it doesn’t matter because it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. Thank you; you’ve been great.

ACF awards an' shit Best Member Rep · Best Signature · Most Respected · Best Poster · Best Debater · Most Intelligent · Most Political Knowledge · Second Most Literary Knowledge · Third Best Male Member (Tie) · Third Most Likely to Get Modded (Tie) · Third Most Likely to Become the Next Admin
quote
Drav
Yeah, I enjoyed Arrival a lot. I doubt the ending would survive closer examination (either scientifically or philosophically), but it worked as a self-contained story.
quote
Sar
Rogue One is the best Star Wars film. Yeah, I said it.
quote
Haunted Horse
I think I may agree with that. It's definitely at least the best one since Empire, and it isn't close.
__________________


ff · tmv · reds · lj · last.fm · soundcloud · pm for facebook (which I never check)

I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he’s talking to?
’Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you
I’m armed to the teeth
Like a fucking animal
I ruin everything
I get my bony hands on

And here we go now over the bridge of sighs
We will get a cross like Christ, crucified
It’s like a birth but it is in reverse
Never gets better, always gets worse
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Vaulting, veering, vomiting up the values that victimized me, feeling vast,
feeling virginal... was this how he felt? This verve, this vitality... this vision...

La voie... la vérité... la vie.
(SPOILER)
The Dead Flag Blues
The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides, and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt, and we’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles.

It went like this: The buildings tumbled in on themselves; mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards, everything washed in a thin orange haze. I said, “Kiss me, you are beautiful; these are truly the last days.” You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever.

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down; for sure it’s the valley of death. I open up my wallet, and it’s full of blood.
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Smashing Pumpkins
we can watch the world devoured in its hate.
The late prophet Bill Hicks
I’m so sick of arming the world and then sending troops over to destroy the fucking arms, you know what I mean? We keep arming these little countries then we go and blow the shit out of ’em. We’re like the bullies of the world, you know. We’re like Jack Palance in the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheep herder’s feet: “Pick it up.” “I don’t wanna pick it up, mister; you’ll shoot me.” “Pick up the gun.” “Mister, I don’t want no trouble, huh. I just came downtown here to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don’t even know what gingham is, but she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain’t looking for no trouble, mister.” “Pick up the gun.” Boom, boom. “You all saw him. He had a gun.”

moar I’ll show you politics in America. Here it is, right here. “I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.” “I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.” “Hey, wait a minute, there’s one guy holding out both puppets!” “Shut up! Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control. Here's Love Connection. Watch this and get fat and stupid. By the way, keep drinking beer, you fucking morons.”

All governments are liars and murderers. Go back to bed, America! Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control again. Here, here’s American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up! Go back to bed, America! Here is American Gladiators; here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom! Here you go, America: You are free to do what we tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!

The Supreme Court says pornography is anything without artistic merit that causes sexual thoughts, that’s their definition, essentially. No artistic merit, causes sexual thoughts. Hmm… Sounds like… every commercial on television, doesn’t it? You know, when I see those two twins on that Doublemint commercial? I’m not thinking of gum. I am thinking of chewing, so maybe that’s the connection they’re trying to make.

I have this feeling man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know… that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not… I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut; it’s provable. A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media. I have this feeling that whoever is elected president, like Clinton was, no matter what you promise on the campaign trail – blah, blah, blah – when you win, you go into this smoke-filled room with the twelve industrialist capitalist scumfucks who got you in there. And you’re in this smoky room, and this little film screen comes down, and a big guy with a cigar goes, “Roll the film.” And it’s a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you’ve never seen before that looks suspiciously like it’s from the grassy knoll. And then the screen goes up and the lights come up, and they go to the new president, “Any questions?” “Er, just what my agenda is.” “First we bomb Baghdad.” “You got it…”

They don’t want the voice of reason spoken, folks, ’cause otherwise, we’d be free. Otherwise, we wouldn’t believe their fucking horseshit lies, nor the fucking propaganda machine of the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don’t fucking need and become a third world consumer fucking plantation, which is what we’re becoming. Fuck them! They are liars and murderers. All governments are liars and murderers, and I am now Jesus, and this is MY compound.

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun for awhile. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “hey – don't worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride…” And we… kill those people. Haha. “Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus murdered; Martin Luther King mudered; Malcolm X murdered; Gandhi murdered; John Lennon murdered; Reagan… wounded. But it doesn’t matter because it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. Thank you; you’ve been great.

ACF awards an' shit Best Member Rep · Best Signature · Most Respected · Best Poster · Best Debater · Most Intelligent · Most Political Knowledge · Second Most Literary Knowledge · Third Best Male Member (Tie) · Third Most Likely to Get Modded (Tie) · Third Most Likely to Become the Next Admin
quote
Haunted Horse
Also, Die Hard is the best Christmas movie. "Now I have a machine gun. Ho ho ho." Plus I noticed that a lot of the same stuff screwing us up then (FBI, media) is still screwing us up now.
__________________


ff · tmv · reds · lj · last.fm · soundcloud · pm for facebook (which I never check)

I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he’s talking to?
’Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you
I’m armed to the teeth
Like a fucking animal
I ruin everything
I get my bony hands on

And here we go now over the bridge of sighs
We will get a cross like Christ, crucified
It’s like a birth but it is in reverse
Never gets better, always gets worse
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Vaulting, veering, vomiting up the values that victimized me, feeling vast,
feeling virginal... was this how he felt? This verve, this vitality... this vision...

La voie... la vérité... la vie.
(SPOILER)
The Dead Flag Blues
The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides, and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt, and we’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles.

It went like this: The buildings tumbled in on themselves; mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards, everything washed in a thin orange haze. I said, “Kiss me, you are beautiful; these are truly the last days.” You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever.

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down; for sure it’s the valley of death. I open up my wallet, and it’s full of blood.
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Smashing Pumpkins
we can watch the world devoured in its hate.
The late prophet Bill Hicks
I’m so sick of arming the world and then sending troops over to destroy the fucking arms, you know what I mean? We keep arming these little countries then we go and blow the shit out of ’em. We’re like the bullies of the world, you know. We’re like Jack Palance in the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheep herder’s feet: “Pick it up.” “I don’t wanna pick it up, mister; you’ll shoot me.” “Pick up the gun.” “Mister, I don’t want no trouble, huh. I just came downtown here to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don’t even know what gingham is, but she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain’t looking for no trouble, mister.” “Pick up the gun.” Boom, boom. “You all saw him. He had a gun.”

moar I’ll show you politics in America. Here it is, right here. “I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.” “I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.” “Hey, wait a minute, there’s one guy holding out both puppets!” “Shut up! Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control. Here's Love Connection. Watch this and get fat and stupid. By the way, keep drinking beer, you fucking morons.”

All governments are liars and murderers. Go back to bed, America! Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control again. Here, here’s American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up! Go back to bed, America! Here is American Gladiators; here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom! Here you go, America: You are free to do what we tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!

The Supreme Court says pornography is anything without artistic merit that causes sexual thoughts, that’s their definition, essentially. No artistic merit, causes sexual thoughts. Hmm… Sounds like… every commercial on television, doesn’t it? You know, when I see those two twins on that Doublemint commercial? I’m not thinking of gum. I am thinking of chewing, so maybe that’s the connection they’re trying to make.

I have this feeling man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know… that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not… I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut; it’s provable. A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media. I have this feeling that whoever is elected president, like Clinton was, no matter what you promise on the campaign trail – blah, blah, blah – when you win, you go into this smoke-filled room with the twelve industrialist capitalist scumfucks who got you in there. And you’re in this smoky room, and this little film screen comes down, and a big guy with a cigar goes, “Roll the film.” And it’s a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you’ve never seen before that looks suspiciously like it’s from the grassy knoll. And then the screen goes up and the lights come up, and they go to the new president, “Any questions?” “Er, just what my agenda is.” “First we bomb Baghdad.” “You got it…”

They don’t want the voice of reason spoken, folks, ’cause otherwise, we’d be free. Otherwise, we wouldn’t believe their fucking horseshit lies, nor the fucking propaganda machine of the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don’t fucking need and become a third world consumer fucking plantation, which is what we’re becoming. Fuck them! They are liars and murderers. All governments are liars and murderers, and I am now Jesus, and this is MY compound.

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun for awhile. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “hey – don't worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride…” And we… kill those people. Haha. “Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus murdered; Martin Luther King mudered; Malcolm X murdered; Gandhi murdered; John Lennon murdered; Reagan… wounded. But it doesn’t matter because it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. Thank you; you’ve been great.

ACF awards an' shit Best Member Rep · Best Signature · Most Respected · Best Poster · Best Debater · Most Intelligent · Most Political Knowledge · Second Most Literary Knowledge · Third Best Male Member (Tie) · Third Most Likely to Get Modded (Tie) · Third Most Likely to Become the Next Admin
quote
Sar
Die Hard is more relevant than ever. Way ahead of its time.
quote
Drav
Because we're all going to die, hard?
quote
Haunted Horse
Probably so, yes.

Also, Zootopia is basically perfect. It's easily one of the finest animated films of the last ten years or so, and I'd probably rank it as one of the best Disney films ever, even if you count Pixar, Marvel, and Star Wars. If you haven't seen it yet, it's on Netflix, at least here.
__________________


ff · tmv · reds · lj · last.fm · soundcloud · pm for facebook (which I never check)

I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he’s talking to?
’Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you
I’m armed to the teeth
Like a fucking animal
I ruin everything
I get my bony hands on

And here we go now over the bridge of sighs
We will get a cross like Christ, crucified
It’s like a birth but it is in reverse
Never gets better, always gets worse
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Vaulting, veering, vomiting up the values that victimized me, feeling vast,
feeling virginal... was this how he felt? This verve, this vitality... this vision...

La voie... la vérité... la vie.
(SPOILER)
The Dead Flag Blues
The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides, and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt, and we’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles.

It went like this: The buildings tumbled in on themselves; mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards, everything washed in a thin orange haze. I said, “Kiss me, you are beautiful; these are truly the last days.” You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever.

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down; for sure it’s the valley of death. I open up my wallet, and it’s full of blood.
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Smashing Pumpkins
we can watch the world devoured in its hate.
The late prophet Bill Hicks
I’m so sick of arming the world and then sending troops over to destroy the fucking arms, you know what I mean? We keep arming these little countries then we go and blow the shit out of ’em. We’re like the bullies of the world, you know. We’re like Jack Palance in the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheep herder’s feet: “Pick it up.” “I don’t wanna pick it up, mister; you’ll shoot me.” “Pick up the gun.” “Mister, I don’t want no trouble, huh. I just came downtown here to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don’t even know what gingham is, but she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain’t looking for no trouble, mister.” “Pick up the gun.” Boom, boom. “You all saw him. He had a gun.”

moar I’ll show you politics in America. Here it is, right here. “I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.” “I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.” “Hey, wait a minute, there’s one guy holding out both puppets!” “Shut up! Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control. Here's Love Connection. Watch this and get fat and stupid. By the way, keep drinking beer, you fucking morons.”

All governments are liars and murderers. Go back to bed, America! Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control again. Here, here’s American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up! Go back to bed, America! Here is American Gladiators; here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom! Here you go, America: You are free to do what we tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!

The Supreme Court says pornography is anything without artistic merit that causes sexual thoughts, that’s their definition, essentially. No artistic merit, causes sexual thoughts. Hmm… Sounds like… every commercial on television, doesn’t it? You know, when I see those two twins on that Doublemint commercial? I’m not thinking of gum. I am thinking of chewing, so maybe that’s the connection they’re trying to make.

I have this feeling man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know… that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not… I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut; it’s provable. A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media. I have this feeling that whoever is elected president, like Clinton was, no matter what you promise on the campaign trail – blah, blah, blah – when you win, you go into this smoke-filled room with the twelve industrialist capitalist scumfucks who got you in there. And you’re in this smoky room, and this little film screen comes down, and a big guy with a cigar goes, “Roll the film.” And it’s a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you’ve never seen before that looks suspiciously like it’s from the grassy knoll. And then the screen goes up and the lights come up, and they go to the new president, “Any questions?” “Er, just what my agenda is.” “First we bomb Baghdad.” “You got it…”

They don’t want the voice of reason spoken, folks, ’cause otherwise, we’d be free. Otherwise, we wouldn’t believe their fucking horseshit lies, nor the fucking propaganda machine of the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don’t fucking need and become a third world consumer fucking plantation, which is what we’re becoming. Fuck them! They are liars and murderers. All governments are liars and murderers, and I am now Jesus, and this is MY compound.

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun for awhile. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “hey – don't worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride…” And we… kill those people. Haha. “Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus murdered; Martin Luther King mudered; Malcolm X murdered; Gandhi murdered; John Lennon murdered; Reagan… wounded. But it doesn’t matter because it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. Thank you; you’ve been great.

ACF awards an' shit Best Member Rep · Best Signature · Most Respected · Best Poster · Best Debater · Most Intelligent · Most Political Knowledge · Second Most Literary Knowledge · Third Best Male Member (Tie) · Third Most Likely to Get Modded (Tie) · Third Most Likely to Become the Next Admin
quote
Sar
my homie who is an animation buff always has people over to watch the newest animated film, and I had to work the night they did Zootopia, so now I'll probably never see it because I can't imagine watching it of my own volition.

I saw Rogue One again. It's awfully damn close to a 10/10 film to me. It's the closest to perfect a Star Wars movie has ever been. They use the universe better than any of the previous films, they expand on and deepen the mythology of the universe in a way that schools the prequels like nothing else ever has. I could go on and on, but I've literally talked about little else for the past two weeks so I won't get into it.

I also watched Tales of the Grim Sleeper which was an excellent documentary about the serial killer in south central LA so bear in mind the subject matter is a bit "GRIM" [studio laughter], but the movie itself was more about the effect the man had on his community, the people who encountered him and what they thought of him, and just what south central feels like. A good portion of the movie is the crew driving around with a woman who just pulls over and casually starts conversations with people on the sidewalk. It was very good.
quote
Haunted Horse
Watch it anyway. It's probably as good as the best Pixar films.

And yeah, I'm going to have to re-watch Rogue One while it's still in theatres.
__________________


ff · tmv · reds · lj · last.fm · soundcloud · pm for facebook (which I never check)

I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he’s talking to?
’Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you
I’m armed to the teeth
Like a fucking animal
I ruin everything
I get my bony hands on

And here we go now over the bridge of sighs
We will get a cross like Christ, crucified
It’s like a birth but it is in reverse
Never gets better, always gets worse
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Vaulting, veering, vomiting up the values that victimized me, feeling vast,
feeling virginal... was this how he felt? This verve, this vitality... this vision...

La voie... la vérité... la vie.
(SPOILER)
The Dead Flag Blues
The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides, and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt, and we’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles.

It went like this: The buildings tumbled in on themselves; mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards, everything washed in a thin orange haze. I said, “Kiss me, you are beautiful; these are truly the last days.” You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever.

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down; for sure it’s the valley of death. I open up my wallet, and it’s full of blood.
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Smashing Pumpkins
we can watch the world devoured in its hate.
The late prophet Bill Hicks
I’m so sick of arming the world and then sending troops over to destroy the fucking arms, you know what I mean? We keep arming these little countries then we go and blow the shit out of ’em. We’re like the bullies of the world, you know. We’re like Jack Palance in the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheep herder’s feet: “Pick it up.” “I don’t wanna pick it up, mister; you’ll shoot me.” “Pick up the gun.” “Mister, I don’t want no trouble, huh. I just came downtown here to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don’t even know what gingham is, but she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain’t looking for no trouble, mister.” “Pick up the gun.” Boom, boom. “You all saw him. He had a gun.”

moar I’ll show you politics in America. Here it is, right here. “I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.” “I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.” “Hey, wait a minute, there’s one guy holding out both puppets!” “Shut up! Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control. Here's Love Connection. Watch this and get fat and stupid. By the way, keep drinking beer, you fucking morons.”

All governments are liars and murderers. Go back to bed, America! Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control again. Here, here’s American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up! Go back to bed, America! Here is American Gladiators; here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom! Here you go, America: You are free to do what we tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!

The Supreme Court says pornography is anything without artistic merit that causes sexual thoughts, that’s their definition, essentially. No artistic merit, causes sexual thoughts. Hmm… Sounds like… every commercial on television, doesn’t it? You know, when I see those two twins on that Doublemint commercial? I’m not thinking of gum. I am thinking of chewing, so maybe that’s the connection they’re trying to make.

I have this feeling man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know… that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not… I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut; it’s provable. A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media. I have this feeling that whoever is elected president, like Clinton was, no matter what you promise on the campaign trail – blah, blah, blah – when you win, you go into this smoke-filled room with the twelve industrialist capitalist scumfucks who got you in there. And you’re in this smoky room, and this little film screen comes down, and a big guy with a cigar goes, “Roll the film.” And it’s a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you’ve never seen before that looks suspiciously like it’s from the grassy knoll. And then the screen goes up and the lights come up, and they go to the new president, “Any questions?” “Er, just what my agenda is.” “First we bomb Baghdad.” “You got it…”

They don’t want the voice of reason spoken, folks, ’cause otherwise, we’d be free. Otherwise, we wouldn’t believe their fucking horseshit lies, nor the fucking propaganda machine of the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don’t fucking need and become a third world consumer fucking plantation, which is what we’re becoming. Fuck them! They are liars and murderers. All governments are liars and murderers, and I am now Jesus, and this is MY compound.

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun for awhile. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “hey – don't worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride…” And we… kill those people. Haha. “Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus murdered; Martin Luther King mudered; Malcolm X murdered; Gandhi murdered; John Lennon murdered; Reagan… wounded. But it doesn’t matter because it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. Thank you; you’ve been great.

ACF awards an' shit Best Member Rep · Best Signature · Most Respected · Best Poster · Best Debater · Most Intelligent · Most Political Knowledge · Second Most Literary Knowledge · Third Best Male Member (Tie) · Third Most Likely to Get Modded (Tie) · Third Most Likely to Become the Next Admin
quote
Sar
watching animated films alone makes me feel like a pedophile.
quote
Haunted Horse
Don't have anyone else to watch them with? That sucks. :<
__________________


ff · tmv · reds · lj · last.fm · soundcloud · pm for facebook (which I never check)

I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he’s talking to?
’Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you
I’m armed to the teeth
Like a fucking animal
I ruin everything
I get my bony hands on

And here we go now over the bridge of sighs
We will get a cross like Christ, crucified
It’s like a birth but it is in reverse
Never gets better, always gets worse
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Vaulting, veering, vomiting up the values that victimized me, feeling vast,
feeling virginal... was this how he felt? This verve, this vitality... this vision...

La voie... la vérité... la vie.
(SPOILER)
The Dead Flag Blues
The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides, and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt, and we’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles.

It went like this: The buildings tumbled in on themselves; mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards, everything washed in a thin orange haze. I said, “Kiss me, you are beautiful; these are truly the last days.” You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever.

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down; for sure it’s the valley of death. I open up my wallet, and it’s full of blood.
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Smashing Pumpkins
we can watch the world devoured in its hate.
The late prophet Bill Hicks
I’m so sick of arming the world and then sending troops over to destroy the fucking arms, you know what I mean? We keep arming these little countries then we go and blow the shit out of ’em. We’re like the bullies of the world, you know. We’re like Jack Palance in the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheep herder’s feet: “Pick it up.” “I don’t wanna pick it up, mister; you’ll shoot me.” “Pick up the gun.” “Mister, I don’t want no trouble, huh. I just came downtown here to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don’t even know what gingham is, but she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain’t looking for no trouble, mister.” “Pick up the gun.” Boom, boom. “You all saw him. He had a gun.”

moar I’ll show you politics in America. Here it is, right here. “I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.” “I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.” “Hey, wait a minute, there’s one guy holding out both puppets!” “Shut up! Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control. Here's Love Connection. Watch this and get fat and stupid. By the way, keep drinking beer, you fucking morons.”

All governments are liars and murderers. Go back to bed, America! Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control again. Here, here’s American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up! Go back to bed, America! Here is American Gladiators; here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom! Here you go, America: You are free to do what we tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!

The Supreme Court says pornography is anything without artistic merit that causes sexual thoughts, that’s their definition, essentially. No artistic merit, causes sexual thoughts. Hmm… Sounds like… every commercial on television, doesn’t it? You know, when I see those two twins on that Doublemint commercial? I’m not thinking of gum. I am thinking of chewing, so maybe that’s the connection they’re trying to make.

I have this feeling man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know… that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not… I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut; it’s provable. A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media. I have this feeling that whoever is elected president, like Clinton was, no matter what you promise on the campaign trail – blah, blah, blah – when you win, you go into this smoke-filled room with the twelve industrialist capitalist scumfucks who got you in there. And you’re in this smoky room, and this little film screen comes down, and a big guy with a cigar goes, “Roll the film.” And it’s a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you’ve never seen before that looks suspiciously like it’s from the grassy knoll. And then the screen goes up and the lights come up, and they go to the new president, “Any questions?” “Er, just what my agenda is.” “First we bomb Baghdad.” “You got it…”

They don’t want the voice of reason spoken, folks, ’cause otherwise, we’d be free. Otherwise, we wouldn’t believe their fucking horseshit lies, nor the fucking propaganda machine of the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don’t fucking need and become a third world consumer fucking plantation, which is what we’re becoming. Fuck them! They are liars and murderers. All governments are liars and murderers, and I am now Jesus, and this is MY compound.

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun for awhile. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “hey – don't worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride…” And we… kill those people. Haha. “Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus murdered; Martin Luther King mudered; Malcolm X murdered; Gandhi murdered; John Lennon murdered; Reagan… wounded. But it doesn’t matter because it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. Thank you; you’ve been great.

ACF awards an' shit Best Member Rep · Best Signature · Most Respected · Best Poster · Best Debater · Most Intelligent · Most Political Knowledge · Second Most Literary Knowledge · Third Best Male Member (Tie) · Third Most Likely to Get Modded (Tie) · Third Most Likely to Become the Next Admin
quote
Matt-2
I have children, so I get to watch animated films without feeling weird about it.

And, I get to build Lego a lot.
quote
Sar
as a single, 26 year old male, there's a lot I can't do, like go to Chuck E. Cheese, but the fact that I get to eat chinese food naked in bed while watching my third straight serial killer documentary is pretty great
quote
Sar
I've been watching this A&E documentary series on The Long Island Serial Killer that's been really enjoyable. It's called The Killing Season and it's that same couple of documentarians that did Cropsey. They insert themselves into the film pretty egregiously (I didn't think it was that bad aside from a few instances in Cropsey), and it has to cut to black dramatically a bunch because it's on network television. Basically I have discovered over and over again why network television is a terrible thing that destroys interesting things.

Also, my roommate has pointed out I've watched next to nothing but true crime and serial killer documentaries for about three weeks.
quote
Haunted Horse
La La Land is a very nearly perfect film. I have two complaints with it. The more personal one for me is that the ending annoyed me, and I can't entirely put my finger on why, but I think in writing this I may have figured out some of it. (SPOILER) The fact that Gosling and Stone's characters don't end up together isn't in and of itself the reason I was annoyed. I think it was the fact that this pretty much came out of nowhere and embodied a major annoyance I have with how love triangles are usually handled in movies and films, which I'm also having trouble putting into words. I understand the film was trying to underscore the importance of following one's dreams, and it certainly looked as though all the major characters ended up more or less happy. But the ending also read to me as though both Stone and Gosling's characters were left with serious regrets. This bothered me, not because I'm bothered by bittersweet endings, but because of the way it was handled. One issue I have is with the writing. The fact that the imagined alternate ending was exactly the same as what we saw with her eventual husband made the fact that she ends up with a character we've basically never met before feel extremely cheap.

The other problem I have is a bit more philosophical. I feel like films don't often enough acknowledge that it is possible to love more than one person romantically/sexually, and that as long as everyone involved in this is ok with such an arrangement, there is nothing whatsoever wrong with that. The film sort of hinted at this being a possibility when Gosling and Stone's said they'd always love each other... and then almost completely ignored the implications of it in the ending. Open/polyamorous relationships are rarely ever even acknowledged as a possibility in film and TV, which I find to be a serious problem, because I have a strong conviction that monogamy is simply not suited for some people. To be clear, many people are not suited for non-monogamy either, and people who are fundamentally monogamous should not under any circumstances become involved with people who are fundamentally non-monogamous. (I suspect that there are also people who can be happy either way, and would honestly place myself in this category, because I have been.)

However, from watching Hollywood films, you'd never get the impression that anything other than monogamy was even an option, much less an ethically acceptable one. Love triangles annoy me in general, I think, is what I'm trying to say, and I felt like this one was handled clumsily. The problem may be mostly with me, because love triangles annoy me in general, and, as stated, I have... unconventional views on relationships. I do feel like the writing of the ending was a bit sloppy, but I think most of the problem is that I almost always hate love triangles even at the best of times, and this one hit a number of personal annoyances I have with them.


My other complaint with the picture is that it's a film with a major focus on jazz, but there is not much emphasis on the African-American characters, which comes across as a bit of a white saviour narrative. In retrospect, Whiplash also had this problem. On the other hand, I'm also not entirely sure how it could have been fixed in this film without changing the leads (which I would not even have considered doing), because it's mostly about Gosling and Stone's characters, and focusing on other characters would have ruined the flow of the film. I do think, though, that if Chazelle makes another film about jazz, this problem needs to be addressed.

Apart from that, though, I have absolutely no complaints with the film whatsoever, and it deserves all the accolades it's gotten. It may be the best film of 2016.

e: I think I came up with a better explanation for why the writing in the ending came across to me as forced. (SPOILER) It's like making the murderer a character who isn't introduced until the last five minutes of the film. It's cheap. They give us all this build-up to their relationship and she ends up with a guy we literally know nothing about. If we knew enough about him to like him, I could live with that resolution, but he has literally three lines in the film or something, and after all that focus on her romance with Gosling's character it's a tremendously unsatisfying ending.
__________________


ff · tmv · reds · lj · last.fm · soundcloud · pm for facebook (which I never check)

I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he’s talking to?
’Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you
I’m armed to the teeth
Like a fucking animal
I ruin everything
I get my bony hands on

And here we go now over the bridge of sighs
We will get a cross like Christ, crucified
It’s like a birth but it is in reverse
Never gets better, always gets worse
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Vaulting, veering, vomiting up the values that victimized me, feeling vast,
feeling virginal... was this how he felt? This verve, this vitality... this vision...

La voie... la vérité... la vie.
(SPOILER)
The Dead Flag Blues
The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides, and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt, and we’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles.

It went like this: The buildings tumbled in on themselves; mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards, everything washed in a thin orange haze. I said, “Kiss me, you are beautiful; these are truly the last days.” You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever.

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down; for sure it’s the valley of death. I open up my wallet, and it’s full of blood.
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Smashing Pumpkins
we can watch the world devoured in its hate.
The late prophet Bill Hicks
I’m so sick of arming the world and then sending troops over to destroy the fucking arms, you know what I mean? We keep arming these little countries then we go and blow the shit out of ’em. We’re like the bullies of the world, you know. We’re like Jack Palance in the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheep herder’s feet: “Pick it up.” “I don’t wanna pick it up, mister; you’ll shoot me.” “Pick up the gun.” “Mister, I don’t want no trouble, huh. I just came downtown here to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don’t even know what gingham is, but she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain’t looking for no trouble, mister.” “Pick up the gun.” Boom, boom. “You all saw him. He had a gun.”

moar I’ll show you politics in America. Here it is, right here. “I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.” “I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.” “Hey, wait a minute, there’s one guy holding out both puppets!” “Shut up! Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control. Here's Love Connection. Watch this and get fat and stupid. By the way, keep drinking beer, you fucking morons.”

All governments are liars and murderers. Go back to bed, America! Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control again. Here, here’s American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up! Go back to bed, America! Here is American Gladiators; here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom! Here you go, America: You are free to do what we tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!

The Supreme Court says pornography is anything without artistic merit that causes sexual thoughts, that’s their definition, essentially. No artistic merit, causes sexual thoughts. Hmm… Sounds like… every commercial on television, doesn’t it? You know, when I see those two twins on that Doublemint commercial? I’m not thinking of gum. I am thinking of chewing, so maybe that’s the connection they’re trying to make.

I have this feeling man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know… that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not… I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut; it’s provable. A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media. I have this feeling that whoever is elected president, like Clinton was, no matter what you promise on the campaign trail – blah, blah, blah – when you win, you go into this smoke-filled room with the twelve industrialist capitalist scumfucks who got you in there. And you’re in this smoky room, and this little film screen comes down, and a big guy with a cigar goes, “Roll the film.” And it’s a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you’ve never seen before that looks suspiciously like it’s from the grassy knoll. And then the screen goes up and the lights come up, and they go to the new president, “Any questions?” “Er, just what my agenda is.” “First we bomb Baghdad.” “You got it…”

They don’t want the voice of reason spoken, folks, ’cause otherwise, we’d be free. Otherwise, we wouldn’t believe their fucking horseshit lies, nor the fucking propaganda machine of the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don’t fucking need and become a third world consumer fucking plantation, which is what we’re becoming. Fuck them! They are liars and murderers. All governments are liars and murderers, and I am now Jesus, and this is MY compound.

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun for awhile. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “hey – don't worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride…” And we… kill those people. Haha. “Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus murdered; Martin Luther King mudered; Malcolm X murdered; Gandhi murdered; John Lennon murdered; Reagan… wounded. But it doesn’t matter because it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. Thank you; you’ve been great.

ACF awards an' shit Best Member Rep · Best Signature · Most Respected · Best Poster · Best Debater · Most Intelligent · Most Political Knowledge · Second Most Literary Knowledge · Third Best Male Member (Tie) · Third Most Likely to Get Modded (Tie) · Third Most Likely to Become the Next Admin
quote
Haunted Horse
I think I wrote it better this time.

La La Land is a very nearly perfect film until the last seven minutes, which I will discuss in a minute. I was ambivalent about the ending while still in the theatre, and the more I think about it and fridge logic sets in, the more I come out absolutely hating it. But I'll get to that later. The film is beautifully shot (in Cinemascope) with an absolutely stellar soundtrack, some of the best performances I've seen this year, and overall, despite an unsatisfying ending, is probably the single best film I've seen all year. It's single-handedly revitalised the musical genre, and it certainly deserves the accolades it's been receiving.

The only (relatively minor) flaw with the work as a whole, apart from the ending, is that it's a film about jazz without any major black characters. This was a flaw with Damien Chazelle's previous film, Whiplash, as well, and it's becoming a bit of a pattern. There's more than a bit of a white saviour narrative to both films. However, Whiplash was a character study about two characters, and so is this one. There are essentially only two major characters in either work, so you cannot change this flaw without either changing the lead actors (which I would not have done in either case) or completely changing the movie (and ruining the pacing to boot). I don't see any way to fix this, but it's a flaw he's going to need to fix in his next film if he's going to continue making films about jazz (as I think he should).

The ending is far more problematic on both artistic and social levels, and I ultimately can't come up with any redeeming qualities to it. (SPOILER) One major problem is that it's simply not satisfying at all. It's often remarked that having the murderer be someone you meet in the last five minutes of a mystery violates a fundamental law of mystery storytelling: it's a cheap cop-out. It doesn't give the viewer a chance to solve the mystery themselves. I consider this film to have violated a parallel law in romances. We spend all this time with the build-up of the romance between Stone and Gosling's characters, and she canonically ends up with a character we know literally nothing about. He has three lines or something. The ending sequence is beautifully shot and has a gorgeous soundtrack, but I would honestly have been much, much happier with the whole film if it had simply not been included and we had been left to imagine for ourselves whether Stone and Gosling's characters got back together and whether their dreams worked out. (It was clear without the epilogue that Stone was going to get the part in the film, anyway.)

Don't get me wrong; I get what they were going for. It just doesn't work for me. The film has a narrative about following one's dreams at all costs, and it's pretty clear that the cost of that was their relationship. And I'm not even sure I disagree with them depicting that in and of itself. If they'd just broken up and then the epilogue hadn't been depicted, I would have probably been satisfied with that. I like the fact that their relationship was realistically depicted with all the strong arguments and failures you get in an actual relationship. Relationships aren't all happily ever after. They require a lot of work, and sometimes, despite all that work, you can't salvage them.

The problem is that we don't see any of that. There's a time skip of five years and canonically we're told that the characters' relationship doesn't work, and we don't even know why. Do they just not get in touch with each other after she gets back from Paris? We don't know. That doesn't seem like something they would do. It's lazy, unsatisfying writing to have them not end up together, but not explain why. Show, don't tell. Fuck, they don't even tell. We get no explanation whatsoever. And who the fuck is this guy she ends up with? If he's in the film at all before then, he's so minor that I didn't even recognise him. The whole film feels like a tremendous bait-and-switch.

And the ending tries to have it both ways with its message, really. It has this message about following one's dreams, but then we see the characters' imagined future together and... it's exactly the same as the one she has with this complete stranger (to the audience). Right down to the smallest little detail. What the fuck is that? That is honestly infuriating and insulting. And it suggests that neither of the characters is actually completely happy with the way things go down, and this is where I get into my bigger problem with the ending.

See, I hate love triangles. I absolutely hate them, and there is a strong sociopolitical reason for this. It boils down to media representation. LGBTQ+ people basically weren't represented in popular media at all until Will and Grace. I'm not sure where transgender people started being represented, but it didn't really take off until the last ten years or so. (There is an uncomfortable joke in the second season, I believe, of Arrested Development at the expense of transgender people. Not even our loved works are perfect.) Gender-non-binary people are still not represented in popular media. And so on.

The way romances are handled in popular media is always, always that a character torn between two potential partners has to make a choice between the two of them. But the truth is that some people are fundamentally not monogamous, and trying to force fundamentally non-monogamous people into monogamy causes serious problems. There are, in real life, plenty of cases in actual love triangles where everyone concerned would actually be happier if the person at the centre of the triangle did not make a choice between the two potential partners. This is almost never even discussed in popular media, and it was once again the case here.

Don't get me wrong; it may not be that much of the population. I can't really be sure how much of the populace is monogamous, how much of the populace is non-monogamous, and how much can go either way. (I am in this third category; we are the bisexuals of monogamy). I'll estimate it at 50%, 25%, and 25%, but I have no source whatsoever for these numbers. I'm not even sure where you could get reliable information about something like this, because, as with transgender people, a number of people may not be willing to be honest with surveyors, or may not even realise their identities yet.

The problem here, of course, is that fundamentally monogamous people should not be in relationships with fundamentally non-monogamous people. Someone is almost always going to end up getting hurt. It may be the fundamentally non-monogamous person for simply doing something that does not make them happy. It may be both of them if the non-monogamous person ends up cheating. It may be the monogamous person when they try non-monogamy and end up hurt by it because they can't handle it. It may be one or both of them in some circumstance I've not imagined. I can't intellectually comprehend either having such a high sex drive/need for romance that it's impossible to be satisfied by one partner or being jealous enough that a partner's involvement with other people would be emotionally bothersome to me, but I accept that both of these are problems for other people. Popular media does not, by contrast, accept one of them.

The problem with media here is that non-monogamous people don't see sympathetic depictions of themselves on screen, so they may not even realise the truth about who they are. (Arrested Development has uncomfortable jokes at the expense of non-monogamy as well.) If they keep trying monogamy and failing, they may end up thinking it's an ethical problem with their self-control, rather than a symptom of them simply trying to fit themselves, as a square peg, into a round hole. Maybe a Hollywood romance isn't the place to address this, but it needs to be addressed somewhere in popular fiction.

The film actually does hint at the possibility of non-monogamy when Stone and Gosling's characters, before the epilogue, say "I'll always love you" or something along those lines. And then the implications of this are completely ignored in the ending, despite the fact that it's clear they still do, in fact, love each other.

But media representation matters. I've discussed aspects of myself that took three decades of my life for me to understand. A large part of this is because I did not have any representation for people like myself in the media, so I did not even know we existed. The lack of representation for non-monogamous people can be an equal problem. This needs to change, and love triangles are particularly representative of the problem, so they stand out for me as a sore spot.


I'm honestly having a difficult time thinking of another film ending I have hated this viscerally. I'm sure there has been one, but I can't remember what it was. I must have blocked it out of my memory. The only ending in any medium I can think of that bothered me this much was the ending of the Farseer trilogy. (SPOILER) Which was a pretty similar ending, come to think of it, in that a really compelling romance was ended by a diabolus ex machina (except in this case, the diabolus ex machina was at least depicted, so it didn't even feel as cheap - it was just a really, really depressing consequence of miscommunication between characters that couldn't have been avoided. It didn't help that I read it at a time when my own relationship was disintegrating for reasons that were also entirely beyond my control and directly related to an inability to communicate, so it hit uncomfortably close to home. At least it got overridden in the sequel trilogy so that Fitz finally got a happy ending; I don't think there's much of a chance of a sequel to this film fixing the ending.) I guess the fact that I'm having this much of an emotional reaction to the film shows that I was incredibly invested in the characters, but it feels like (SPOILER) a TV show that got cancelled without a resolution, except that there's no excuse here because it's a film and they could have written a resolution if they'd wanted to. There just... isn't any resolution. It's lazy, cheap writing.

Still, despite those flaws, I'm not even sure I can disagree that it's the best film of the year. I'm just going to pretend the last seven minutes don't exist and imagine my own ending. (SPOILER) Or even just pretend that their imagined ending was the real ending and that her romance with her canonical husband was part of some film shoot or something. That actually feels less cheap than the actual ending.
__________________


ff · tmv · reds · lj · last.fm · soundcloud · pm for facebook (which I never check)

I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he’s talking to?
’Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you
I’m armed to the teeth
Like a fucking animal
I ruin everything
I get my bony hands on

And here we go now over the bridge of sighs
We will get a cross like Christ, crucified
It’s like a birth but it is in reverse
Never gets better, always gets worse
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Vaulting, veering, vomiting up the values that victimized me, feeling vast,
feeling virginal... was this how he felt? This verve, this vitality... this vision...

La voie... la vérité... la vie.
(SPOILER)
The Dead Flag Blues
The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides, and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt, and we’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles.

It went like this: The buildings tumbled in on themselves; mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards, everything washed in a thin orange haze. I said, “Kiss me, you are beautiful; these are truly the last days.” You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever.

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down; for sure it’s the valley of death. I open up my wallet, and it’s full of blood.
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Smashing Pumpkins
we can watch the world devoured in its hate.
The late prophet Bill Hicks
I’m so sick of arming the world and then sending troops over to destroy the fucking arms, you know what I mean? We keep arming these little countries then we go and blow the shit out of ’em. We’re like the bullies of the world, you know. We’re like Jack Palance in the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheep herder’s feet: “Pick it up.” “I don’t wanna pick it up, mister; you’ll shoot me.” “Pick up the gun.” “Mister, I don’t want no trouble, huh. I just came downtown here to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don’t even know what gingham is, but she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain’t looking for no trouble, mister.” “Pick up the gun.” Boom, boom. “You all saw him. He had a gun.”

moar I’ll show you politics in America. Here it is, right here. “I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.” “I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.” “Hey, wait a minute, there’s one guy holding out both puppets!” “Shut up! Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control. Here's Love Connection. Watch this and get fat and stupid. By the way, keep drinking beer, you fucking morons.”

All governments are liars and murderers. Go back to bed, America! Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control again. Here, here’s American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up! Go back to bed, America! Here is American Gladiators; here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom! Here you go, America: You are free to do what we tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!

The Supreme Court says pornography is anything without artistic merit that causes sexual thoughts, that’s their definition, essentially. No artistic merit, causes sexual thoughts. Hmm… Sounds like… every commercial on television, doesn’t it? You know, when I see those two twins on that Doublemint commercial? I’m not thinking of gum. I am thinking of chewing, so maybe that’s the connection they’re trying to make.

I have this feeling man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know… that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not… I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut; it’s provable. A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media. I have this feeling that whoever is elected president, like Clinton was, no matter what you promise on the campaign trail – blah, blah, blah – when you win, you go into this smoke-filled room with the twelve industrialist capitalist scumfucks who got you in there. And you’re in this smoky room, and this little film screen comes down, and a big guy with a cigar goes, “Roll the film.” And it’s a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you’ve never seen before that looks suspiciously like it’s from the grassy knoll. And then the screen goes up and the lights come up, and they go to the new president, “Any questions?” “Er, just what my agenda is.” “First we bomb Baghdad.” “You got it…”

They don’t want the voice of reason spoken, folks, ’cause otherwise, we’d be free. Otherwise, we wouldn’t believe their fucking horseshit lies, nor the fucking propaganda machine of the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don’t fucking need and become a third world consumer fucking plantation, which is what we’re becoming. Fuck them! They are liars and murderers. All governments are liars and murderers, and I am now Jesus, and this is MY compound.

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun for awhile. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “hey – don't worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride…” And we… kill those people. Haha. “Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus murdered; Martin Luther King mudered; Malcolm X murdered; Gandhi murdered; John Lennon murdered; Reagan… wounded. But it doesn’t matter because it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. Thank you; you’ve been great.

ACF awards an' shit Best Member Rep · Best Signature · Most Respected · Best Poster · Best Debater · Most Intelligent · Most Political Knowledge · Second Most Literary Knowledge · Third Best Male Member (Tie) · Third Most Likely to Get Modded (Tie) · Third Most Likely to Become the Next Admin
quote
Infestation_Pit
Yes Arrival was fantastic. The premise isn't realistic (because reality is stochastic), but the plots flows beautifully from it.
It wasn't perfect of course, I have no idea why they had to shoehorn in some lame Interstellar-esque time paradox, but overall it was a solid 8/10 I'd say.
quote
 
Fences was the best movie I've seen last year.
quote
kanono
I saw Don't Breathe and I really enjoyed it. It ramps up in intensity gradually, every time you think that it's all over, the tables turn and you go "o shit!". I used to reject these types of movies, but Green Room turned me onto this genre a bit more.
The attempt to set up a sequel was dumb as hell, but it didnt distract from the overall thrill of the film.

Straight after my girlfriend said "That was so nerve racking, I need to watch something that is going to make me feel normal again." So I put on "The Boss" starring Melissa Mccarthy. I love her, bless her heart, but I couldnt get through 10 minutes of this film. So painful.

P.S Dear aaron, this is my first post in like 5 years. Hope you are well!
__________________
quote
Toementor
kanono wrote: ... Green Room...
Nazi punks,
Nazi punks,
Nazi punks,
fuck off!
__________________
You can't make an omelette without ruthlessly crushing dozens of eggs beneath your steel boot and then publicly disemboweling the chickens that laid them as a warning to others.

]
quote
Sar
I saw Silence which is like 8/10 or something but I can't stop thinking about it.
quote
Haunted Horse
Hey kanono; welcome back
__________________


ff · tmv · reds · lj · last.fm · soundcloud · pm for facebook (which I never check)

I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he’s talking to?
’Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you
I’m armed to the teeth
Like a fucking animal
I ruin everything
I get my bony hands on

And here we go now over the bridge of sighs
We will get a cross like Christ, crucified
It’s like a birth but it is in reverse
Never gets better, always gets worse
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Vaulting, veering, vomiting up the values that victimized me, feeling vast,
feeling virginal... was this how he felt? This verve, this vitality... this vision...

La voie... la vérité... la vie.
(SPOILER)
The Dead Flag Blues
The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides, and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt, and we’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles.

It went like this: The buildings tumbled in on themselves; mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards, everything washed in a thin orange haze. I said, “Kiss me, you are beautiful; these are truly the last days.” You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever.

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down; for sure it’s the valley of death. I open up my wallet, and it’s full of blood.
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Smashing Pumpkins
we can watch the world devoured in its hate.
The late prophet Bill Hicks
I’m so sick of arming the world and then sending troops over to destroy the fucking arms, you know what I mean? We keep arming these little countries then we go and blow the shit out of ’em. We’re like the bullies of the world, you know. We’re like Jack Palance in the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheep herder’s feet: “Pick it up.” “I don’t wanna pick it up, mister; you’ll shoot me.” “Pick up the gun.” “Mister, I don’t want no trouble, huh. I just came downtown here to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don’t even know what gingham is, but she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain’t looking for no trouble, mister.” “Pick up the gun.” Boom, boom. “You all saw him. He had a gun.”

moar I’ll show you politics in America. Here it is, right here. “I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.” “I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.” “Hey, wait a minute, there’s one guy holding out both puppets!” “Shut up! Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control. Here's Love Connection. Watch this and get fat and stupid. By the way, keep drinking beer, you fucking morons.”

All governments are liars and murderers. Go back to bed, America! Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control again. Here, here’s American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up! Go back to bed, America! Here is American Gladiators; here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom! Here you go, America: You are free to do what we tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!

The Supreme Court says pornography is anything without artistic merit that causes sexual thoughts, that’s their definition, essentially. No artistic merit, causes sexual thoughts. Hmm… Sounds like… every commercial on television, doesn’t it? You know, when I see those two twins on that Doublemint commercial? I’m not thinking of gum. I am thinking of chewing, so maybe that’s the connection they’re trying to make.

I have this feeling man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know… that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not… I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut; it’s provable. A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media. I have this feeling that whoever is elected president, like Clinton was, no matter what you promise on the campaign trail – blah, blah, blah – when you win, you go into this smoke-filled room with the twelve industrialist capitalist scumfucks who got you in there. And you’re in this smoky room, and this little film screen comes down, and a big guy with a cigar goes, “Roll the film.” And it’s a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you’ve never seen before that looks suspiciously like it’s from the grassy knoll. And then the screen goes up and the lights come up, and they go to the new president, “Any questions?” “Er, just what my agenda is.” “First we bomb Baghdad.” “You got it…”

They don’t want the voice of reason spoken, folks, ’cause otherwise, we’d be free. Otherwise, we wouldn’t believe their fucking horseshit lies, nor the fucking propaganda machine of the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don’t fucking need and become a third world consumer fucking plantation, which is what we’re becoming. Fuck them! They are liars and murderers. All governments are liars and murderers, and I am now Jesus, and this is MY compound.

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun for awhile. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “hey – don't worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride…” And we… kill those people. Haha. “Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus murdered; Martin Luther King mudered; Malcolm X murdered; Gandhi murdered; John Lennon murdered; Reagan… wounded. But it doesn’t matter because it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. Thank you; you’ve been great.

ACF awards an' shit Best Member Rep · Best Signature · Most Respected · Best Poster · Best Debater · Most Intelligent · Most Political Knowledge · Second Most Literary Knowledge · Third Best Male Member (Tie) · Third Most Likely to Get Modded (Tie) · Third Most Likely to Become the Next Admin
quote
Toementor
I watched Gods of Egypt the other night, and holy butts was it terrible. 2/10 at best.
__________________
You can't make an omelette without ruthlessly crushing dozens of eggs beneath your steel boot and then publicly disemboweling the chickens that laid them as a warning to others.

]
quote
Toementor
Just some things I watched lately.

The Boss (2016)
Average enough comedy film. Peter Dinklage's minor role probably helped. Kristen Bell is cute at least. Heh. The girl-scout turf war was pretty good. Few other genuinely funny moments, but otherwise nothing to write home about. 3.5-4/10.

Requiem pour un vampire [Requiem for a Vampire] (1972)
A rather unique sexploitation meets vampire/horror film. The first 40 or so minutes almost has no dialogue at all, and is mostly just the two main Protagonists roaming the French countryside until they stumble upon a castle / "chateau". Would recommend. Some great camera shots here and there for a low budget film. 7/10.

Shaft (1971)
Hey, Baby. The epitome of the blaxploitation genre. Equal parts of badsass (It's like badassery, but with sass), and sexual innuendos. Or whatever. Crime / action added. John Shaft hired by a mob boss whose daughter's been kidnapped by the mafia for big moniez. 'nuff said. 7/10.

Boss Nigger (1975)
Another Blaxploitation film starring one of the genre's greatest - Fred "The Hammer" Williamson, but this time is a spag / revisionist western film about bounty huntin' some white folk. I didn't realise that this was the third movie of a trilogy (The Legend of Nigger Charley, and The Soul of Nigger Charley being the first and second respectively), but it doesn't seem to be strictly connected. Could probably compare this to being the blaxploitation variant of Sergio Leone's Dollars trilogy. Another 7/10.
__________________
You can't make an omelette without ruthlessly crushing dozens of eggs beneath your steel boot and then publicly disemboweling the chickens that laid them as a warning to others.

]
quote
Reply


Currently Active Users Viewing This Thread: 1 (0 comrades and 1 capitalist pigs)
 

(View-All Members who have read this thread : 33
00000, Asbestosdeaf, Charlie, Cory, dada, Dalkaen, DigitalGhost, Drav, Fidel Castro, hungrybookshelf, Infestation_Pit, Jaqen H'ghar, KaaVink, kanono, Liquid, Lord Granthamsack, Luth, Matt-2, mithrandir, Percules, Pill, Roger Mexico, Gentleman, Sar, shade, Starling, Toementor, Uke Mochi,  
Thread Tools

Posting Rules
You may not post new threads
You may not post replies
You may not post attachments
You may not edit your posts

BB code is On
Smilies are On
[IMG] code is On
HTML code is On

Forum Jump


All times are GMT. The time now is 20:19:58.


Powered by vBulletin®, copyright ©2000 - 2017, Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd.
All posts are solely indicative of the opinions of their authors at the time they were written and
should not be construed as representing the current opinions of Fool's Gold's staff, owner, or host.
Fool's Gold contains mature content and is not intended for users under eighteen years of age.
Style designed by Haunted Horse for Fool's Gold. Banner image by
Darrell K. Sweet, lifted from the cover of Robert Jordan's Winter's Heart.