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High Concept Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence? |
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![]() Sunday, February 27, 2005 The Pitch: It's like The Oscar meets Contempt! Yeah, the Oscars. We're leaving in less than an hour to go watch 'em at David & Larry's. I still have seen nearly nothing: Not The Aviator, not Ray, not Finding Neverland, not Million Dollar Baby (and the only one I currently regret not seeing is Million Dollar Baby). I've seen Sideways, I've seen Closer, and the fact that The Incredibles, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and/or Farenheit 9/11/The Passion of the Christ weren't nominated for anything other than minor awards means that this year Hollywood is circling the wagons--big money studios shutting out anything but their own grudgingly granted vanity projects, and assuring themselves that they're contributing to cinema. They've forced out other accessible and safe indy projects (I mean, Jesus, you're not going to mistake Eternal Sunshine for a Tarkovsky flick anytime soon) to reward their own better-than-shitty efforts. I mean, even Sideways wasn't a great movie. Sideways was good. Sideways was fine.Fuck. My whole point of this post was to talk about how Seijun Suzuki's Pistol Opera helped saved my life on Friday night when our evil insane neighbor threw a yard party in the freezing cold until 2:30 in the morning. And about getting the collectors set of Spaced in the mail Saturday and Edi and I watching all of season one by noon today even though I had meant to dole them out carefully (Spaced is the sitcom from the Shaun of the Dead guys with a very nice gal-balance provided by Jessica Stevenson). They're pretty keen, and I'm sure we'll have blazed through the rest of the set by next week. And finally, I bought Kung Fu Hustle on DVD and Casshern & The Passion of the Christ on VCD in Chinatown on my lunchbreak yesterday: my original plan was to see The Passion in a way I could be reasonably sure Mel Gibson would make absolutely no money off me, but the big screen Dolby surround showing of five minutes of Kung Fu Hustle suckered me in. As for Casshern, I don't know if I should have just paid the extra ten bucks for the jumbo DVD rather than the wee little VCD, since it's apparently a big-screen effects laden action flick, but I just couldn't bring myself to part with twenty bucks for something I've only seen one trailer for on the Internet almost a year ago. On Wednesday, I hope to continue my string of acquisition by traveling to Fremont and getting Main Hoo Na (great movie) and Boom (lousy, lousy movie) on DVD from my secret "source" (Beauty Plus Salon & Boutique). See? That's what I wanted to talk about: crappy movies, not the crappy Oscars. I feel much better. posted by Jeff Lester | 5:08 PM | |
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