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I gradually awoke during the beginning of the movie, but I got only snatches of it. In half-consciousness, it was more bizarre than a dream, so it woke me up enough to actually watch it. What it was: The story of Faust, but intermixed with human actors and life-sized Czech folk puppets. There was an annoying little gremlin/jester puppet, and the Devil was a puppet. For a while, the scenes with humans and puppets were played separately, but towards the end of the movie, they interacted. I'd have to say it was one of the most unique movies I've ever seen. And one that I recommend, without worry, to any of my friends. (Kinda like "Confederacy of Dunces") So there's ole wavy's attempt at culture. |
and they were boring enough. except the one filmed in the kutna hora church decorated with the skeletons of tens of thousands of plague victims, with someone reading from poe's "masque of the red death." that was cool. a friend of mine loves svankmayer's long-ass "alice in wonderland," which is apparently very hard to find. if you want to rent it in seattle, apparently you have to leave your first-born child behind as a deposit. |
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I had just gotten my license and was in a major art-fag phase at the time and went to see it in the theater by myself. around the time that four-hour interview with jean-paul sartre was making the arthouse rounds; the smart people never returned after the intermission. me and a few other idiot masochists stayed. I thought it would get interesting. I was an idealist then, always hoping for the best, now I'm always ready for the shitty. |
Hmmmm. I do remember the day that my drawing teacher gave me (and the rest of the class) our official "artistic license" Cyst - you seem to be getting more bitter by the day. what's up? |
my need to belong and fear of humiliation and delusions that anyone else gave a shit were so great back then that the reason I came back after the intermission was that I was afraid if I didn't that the other people in the theater would think I was too stupid to appreciate a four-hour interview with jean-paul sartre. I wish I could have back all those hours I sat through dull foreign films I hated. I could have just up and left! but no. I even watched all six hours of the film that the french government commissioned to celebrate the bicentennial of the french revolution. I came back AFTER THE DINNER BREAK. back to the same wooden chair in the balcony. but I was with someone that day. years later, over an expensive-wine dinner on wooden chairs on a balcony in barcelona, I found out that he hated it too. I'm not bitter, I'm sour. |
here's a litte sugar *smack* I sometimes wonder if I'll do the same thing as I look back on all the wasted hours in front of a computer playing games. Yes, I'm hanging out (digitally) with good friends all over the country, but is it real interaction? Is logging on to an online-only adventure game and hanging out with old high school buddies truly interaction. I mean, we do go and kill bad monsters and evil sorcerers, but does that cement the bonds of true friendship? Last movie watched: Payback. Mel Gibson was a bad, bad bastard, but you still had to root for him. |
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