Monday, October 29, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
This movie is about a ginger plant from space that clones and replaces its victims, and is redeemable for at least one reason.
The heroine of this film, who escapes cloning, is in several sexual encounters before the second reel. It is notable, given the genre and its expected turns, that she remains completely covered throughout this period. We reach a pivotal scene at least 40 minutes in, where she bears witness to the intrigue and sapphic excesses of her ostensible co-workers, the titular pod people.
After being seduced by her female boss (double psychosexual damage), we see her yield to complete disrobement and acquiescence. The metaphysics of it all -- prior to this, we are pondering the nudity clause of the actress' contract with every delightful furrow of her brow, every tic and gesture that distinguishes her from the otherwise wooden cast -- heightens the tension. A novelty that did something physical to this reviewer, and made him dream of a beginning, a brief return to the flying days of love.
Otherwise, an all-too-easily-imaginable hunk of rat shit with terrible sound and spare, repetitive effects. Two and a half stars.
Posted by Christy at 12:47 AM
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Yamaha placed two grand pianos at his permanent disposal, together with the staff necessary to maintain them, and they accompanied him wherever his imagination took him. Well, not quite everywhere. They remained behind when, over seventy, he ledt Moscow by car and did not return until six months later, covering the distance from Vladivostok and back, not counting a brief sortie to Japan, in conditions one can barely imagine, giving a hundred concerts in the remotest towns and villages of Siberia.
Posted by Alberto Bruzos at 6:49 PM
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Posted by Alberto Bruzos at 11:29 PM
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Monday, October 1, 2007
but now it's Nabokov.
"Somebody told me later that she had been in love with my father, and that he had lightheartedly taken advantage of it one rainy day and forgotten it by the time the weather cleared."
Tell me, how much do you love that line?