Most of every man in the new world is the product of the organic male sperm and an artificial female ovary. Debbie was special in more ways than one. The only real woman and the only real person of her ilk, from two real people. She knew most of this but never understood the magnitude of it until the day of the ball. The Mating Ball.
I’ve met a lot of people. I’m talking about real people here, and let me tell you, a lot of them are fucking idiots. Everything on their Netflix history is bad, subjectively and objectively speaking, no matter which way you spin it; age set, cultural background and all that jazz. I take pride in knowing most, if not all, of […]
A young lady who dresses up to feel comfortable for herself isn’t thinking about the character she’s being cast in the mind of the man who happens to be buying her drinks. And she certainly isn’t aware that her character sleeping with this man is all he needs to accentuate the comedy drama in which he is a leading man that is going on in his head. For some it ends up being a crime saga just to keep up the illusion.
Okay, this is tough. This is the first entry in my new weekly series (I prefer columns, but apparently the twenty-first century doesn’t) and I suggest we figure this out together. What I had in mind was a weekly opinion piece on all things movie related, how it affects our culture, and how our culture affects it. But first, a […]
It strikes me as strange that Citizen Kane is a full 12 minutes shorter than Mank but feels like it covers so much more. I’m of the opinion that by now, especially after a showing like this, David Fincher should be considered a master of pacing and rhythm. He’d rather play out one section of the drama to its end than compromise on too many. That’s what feels different between the two films.
Someone once said that the primary most basic utility of the movies is entertainment. What follows is the opinion of a man in complete agreement with that sentiment yet simultaneously diametric to the notion that film shouldn’t be treated as art. Many minds, plenty of which are greater than mine, have attempted to uncover the reason behind the Kenyan public’s contempt of its own film industry. There are tons of reasons but here’s my two cents…..
The Rating System
