"Terrence Malick's EVERYTHING, NOT JUST SOME RANDOM STUFF A COUPLE OF DUDES THOUGHT WAS FUNNY, LITERALLY EVERYTHING, EVERYWHERE, ALL AT ONCE." That seems unfair. It's actually more like a feature-length version of the Galaxy Song from MONTY PYTHON'S THE MEANING OF LIFE. You think you're sad? Grieving? Questioning "your place" in the universe? How about THE BIG BANG? How about THE FIRST CELLS TO EVER UNDERGO FUSION? How about THE LITERAL METEOR THAT KILLED THE DINOSAURS, huh? And who mourned…
Revelations 21:4: "He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have ed away.”
"His name was Officer Roland Taverner, of Hermosa Beach, California. My best friend. He is a pimp. And pimps don't commit suicide."
Shout out to American Cinematheque for coming back to the Paris Theater for another fantastic Bleak Week! The Paris continues to surprise with great programming despite the physical experience of attending a screening at the Paris. Solondz was dry as hell and extremely funny in the Q&A where many of his answers were “uhh, I don’t know, I have nothing for you.”
Loved seeing this film on the big screen, especially with so many first-time viewers! The 4K restoration looks even more illicit in theater. I sat there waiting the whole time for the other shoe to drop. The audience didn’t disappoint.
Amazing night at Lincoln Center with the cinematographer of Lost Highway (and Austin Powers 1&3) Peter Deming, screening his personal 35mm print. Deming noted that this print had only been screened a handful of times outside of the other Lynch tribute screening at AC, out in LA. What an honor! There had been a few audio glitches on the print, but as usual with Lynch, any imperfection only added to the mystery.
As the film rolled on into the Balthazar…
The Netflix version of KNIVES OUT. Not bad by any means, just significantly less special. Painfully obvious social commentary almost took me out for good in the first act, but goddamn Benoit Blanc got me like he always will. I'll say this, though: quotes I've read this week about "franchise potential" are troubling when the formula is so exposed on the second round.
This is my 500th log on Letterboxd for the year. I'd like to thank you for bothering to read, the mods for not banning or (AFAIK) shadowbanning me, and Baz Luhrmann.
