Monday, January 16, 2017

Lo and Behold

Werner Herzog presnts a chilling look at the history of the internet and its impact on civilization in this chilling horror film. Starting at the very beginning of the internet in a nondescript room at a California college in 1969, touching on some of the major milestones, and a few XXXXXXXX

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In a remarkable sequence, the phrase is uttered, 'Civilization is 4 square meals away from ruin', and
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abandon earth 

artificial intelligence
cyber warfare 

go short on consumer stocks                go long on military stocks                                     start a war

ICYMI, I reviewed the 13 Worst Films of 2016 at Cultured Vultures, but be careful. Werner Herzog says computer aren't so great, and I'd probably listen to him.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Fight Club

Young men disillusioned by consumerism, corporate culture, and Swedish furniture are violently indoctrinated into a fascist underground boxing club involved in organized mischief and soap making by a mentally unhinged, charismatic, nihilistic, insomniac businessman in this terrifying, dangerous documentary. An unreliable narrator gives an account of his exploitation of mental health programs, his disruption of insurance industries, and his infatuation with affordable flat-pack furniture. After a real estate crisis, he meets an audacious, charismatic businessman, who then creates an army of violent, fascists soldiers which attempts to destroy the world's financial systems through creative vandalism. Do we have a clip? What do you know? We do!

I'm sorry, it looks as though hackers replaced my clip from the documentary Fight Club with a news clip reporting on the recent occurrence of fights breaking out in malls across the US that were allegedly organized through social media.

Huh. How odd.

ICYMI, I reviewed the Worst Films of 2016 at Cultured Vultures.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Female Trouble

A fame-hungry woman drunk on crime, glamor, and liquid eyeliner joins a group of militant hairdressers in a post-truth, economically devastated Rust Belt city in this horrifying, anarchic documentary. In a world where children are actively dissuaded from learning about presidents, wars, numbers, or science, where crime enhances beauty, where discourse consists of screaming and shouting, and where spaghetti is hurled, egotistical businessman Donald Dasher enlists a mentally fragile, easily militarized woman to become a criminal fashion model on an outrageous, popular TV show, and exploiting her narcissism by encouraging her to bounce on a trampoline and kiss fish, which results in riots and violence amongst its viewers. Through vanity, elitism, and ignorance, Dasher manipulates the masses to their own collective downfall and destruction, and through creative twisting of the truth, escapes punishment for his own deplorable crimes. An unblinking look at a troubling criminal justice system and a dysfunctional media which takes no blame for the damaging famous-for-being-famous 'celebrities' it creates, Female Trouble is a shocking, explicit documentary that pulls no punches.

ICYMI, I reviewed the 13 Worst Films of 2016 at Cultured Vultures.

Monday, January 9, 2017

Duck Soup

A money-hungry, inept, misogynistic, hawkish, philandering, nepotistic autocrat ridicules his cabinet, antagonizes foreign powers, and plunges his debt-ridden country into a destructive war and general anarchy in this terrifying, absurd documentary.

Shot in glorious black-and-white and utilizing advanced, state-of-the-art CGI to recreate the look and atmosphere of an 80-year old film, Duck Soup is a startling political documentary. Following the exploits of an upstart, frustrated entertainer-turned-politician as he endangers his country through mockery, mismanagement, and misogyny, allows nepotism to run rampant which ruins small, citrus-based businesses, and passive-aggressively issues absurd threats of violence, all of which sets his beleaguered country on an inescapable path to catastrophe, it's a chilling look at current events.

Don't forget to check out my Top 13 Worst Films of 2016 over at Cultured Vultures.

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Batman Vs. Superman: Dawn Of Justice

Normally here I would do a quick summary of the film I'm going to review. I'm not going to do that, because I assume you've heard of the two frowning superdudes pictured above.

So, here we go. Let's pretend for a moment you're unfamiliar with the origins of Batman, because honestly, DC seems to think you've been in a cave for the past 80 years, which requires yet another filmic recap of how Bruce Wayne became Batman. In fact, there's a show on TV doing just that, explaining the origin of Batman and it's taking nearly forever. Plus, it's free, and you don't have to go to the theater and spend $10 on popcorn. Just turn on the TV, and there it is. Did I happen to mention this film is 3 hours long? Any Batman origin should absolutely be left on the cutting room floor. No one needs it, especially when your butt is falling asleep.

I'm going to admit that I didn't see Man Of Steel, and I assume that Batman Vs. Superman is a continuation of that film. I'm just not a fan of Supes, and I'm even less a fan of a dour, megalomaniacal, fascist Superman. Look, I don't want to suggest that we go back to the silly '50s and '60s Superman, you know, like the issue where he battles Dr. Supernatural and his Execution Buzzard.

Actually, I think I would rather see '60s Supes battle a buzzard than Modern Mopey Supes battling Twitchy Luthor any day. More on that later. These modern, 'adult' versions of these heroes are boring and angsty and seem to take a lot of baths, and it's somewhat of a rip-off. Don't you remember heading out to purchase a Batman action figure when you were younger, or back in 1997, or last week, or whatever, and they didn't have any 'classic' Batman figures and they only had Battle Board Batman and his stupid pastel purple suit?

Yeah, that. It's dumb. I'm not an obsessive fanboy demanding 80 years of canonical backstory. Put someone in the suit, put the suit in the car, and save the freakin' world. That's all I ask. And not The Tumbler. I mean the freakin' Batmobile. It's. Not. That. Hard.

Speaking of saving the world, there's a thrilling sequence in this film where Supes battles an alien, resulting in mass destruction. Does it have anything to do with the Man Of Steel? I don't know. It was an exciting scene, and since it was an exciting scene, it's over pretty quickly. Then Twitchy Lex Luthor appears. Why is Jesse Eisenberg in this film? I like him. He was great in The Social Network. He is astonishingly miscast as Luthor. He twitches and spouts non sequiturs, and appears to have attended several classes at the Johnny Depp Acting School, where no take is a good take unless it's a triple take.

And of course, Wayne Manor is in ruin, which is a slight step up from always being infiltrated in the movies. And Batman has premonitions about a future dystopia where Supes is a fascist because of course he does. That's one of Bats' many superpowers. And don't forget the gadgets! Batman uses a blinking transponder to locate Kryptonite, yet it was right there in LexCorp all along. I certainly wouldn't want to be the guy to explain to Batman that the thing that could kill Superman is probably concealed at the lair of his archenemy, because heck, what do I know?

Convoluted, slow-moving, unnecessarily long, and very, very serious, Superman Vs. Batman: Dawn Of Justice plays like dozens of tiny, ponderous, barely-connected mini-movies, all of which are dreary. Thrilling and terrible in equal measure, the thrills are almost instantly forgotten once they're over. It's no fun. It does have the very best CGI money can buy, well, except for that moment with Supes in space, which was embarrassing. Oh yeah, I forgot. The Justice League makes a pointless money grab of a cameo, and it's a huge letdown. However, any scene featuring Wonder Woman is fantastic, and there's not nearly enough of her. You know what they should do? Make a movie about her.

Head over to Cultured Vultures, where I complained about the film Most Likely To Die.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

UFO Secret: The Friendship Case

Models of UFOs dangle from strings in this speculative paranormal documentary. Two groups of extraterrestrials battle over the hearts and minds of Italian UFO experiencers, the W56 are the good ones, the CTR are the bad ones. Fruit gets teleported, TV programs get interrupted, and advanced alien communication devices get implanted in the paws of dogs at the beach. I'm not sure why. Suddenly, an ancient letter from Voltaire to the Count of St. Germain is submitted as evidence, where Voltaire speaks of 'talking pictures' and 'flying machines', which while compelling, doesn't really substantiate much. I don't know an awful lot about UFOs, advanced alien communication devices, or teleported fruit, but it only took me about 5 seconds to discredit the Count of St. Germain as a reputable source for anything, as Wikipedia claims Casanova called him 'a celebrated and learned imposter'. I'm not really sure what any of these guys have to do with UFOs, but I always liked this track by St. Germain.

I'm open minded about dog's paws, disappearing fruit, 18th-century philosophers, and house musicians, but I don't think they have much to do with UFOs.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

My bus runneth over

Music has saved my life, and it's let me down. More often than not, it's gotten me through some tough times. 2016 has been one of those tough times. Music has always been an escape for me. It's taken me places I never thought I'd go. I've seen things I'd never thought I'd see.

I've said it before. Viewing the film Urgh! A Music War for the first time was one of those 'Music saved my life' moments. Without it, my life would be vastly different. Adrift in a sea of conformity, miles from the nearest shore, Urgh! showed me that there was something else on the horizon. It showed me there are Others out there. I'm not alone.

Lately, music hasn't helped. Movies haven't helped. Certainly the boxes of snack cakes haven't helped. The only thing that helps is the refresh button on the social media platform.

I press the button over and over in stark terror. I read the words. I go down the rabbit hole. I don't emerge.

It's illogical. Even when I say, "I'm not getting on the social media platform", I somehow find myself on it, and the next thing you know, I'm reading an article on the roots of Italian fascism, my face clenched in a knot, my fist in a bag of chocolate mini donuts.

I am an addict, and I'm addicted to current events. My particular brand is politics. Articles on the  spread of fascism is my weakness. I've let everything go. I'm struggling, and there is no cure.

It's fine. I'll just close out my tabs, and turn up the volume.

Whew, am I glad I got that off my chest! I feel a bit better.

BTW, between posting that Motorhead video and writing that sentence, I checked Facebook and nearly read another article on fascism. Baby steps, I guess.