mostly my nostalgic and frequently puerile reflections on old movies, music and whatever pops from the recesses of memory....i have detailed memory of the oddest and more insignificant details.......these memories codify and indelibly emboss the past into my portrait of the future.......and a bit queer, to boot!
I viewed "Parasite", the new Bong Joon Ho tar black metaphorical/allegorical class aspirationalist comedy-to-slasher, last night....almost a day later, I'm still processing visual data......Like Snowpiercer, the film unravels a bit in its second half....lots of loose strings that devalued the movie....for me....a hand, dripping with blood, leaving no marks on a door being grappled with it; the trashed mansion, cleaned up in exactly 8 minutes, before its owners arrive; after the monsoon of a flood, just hours later, people are rolling around and sitting on the ground..which appears to be totally dry; the granting of paroles (!) details....details......the film gets real sloppy in it's 'editing' toward that Cinema Requirement......'one and a half hours'......I loved the schizo-kid's paintings......they reminded me of Jean-Michel Basquiat's or Peter Kiel's.... the penultimate garden-slaughter scene recalled Peter Jackson's early film "Bad Taste" and Harry Hart's killing spree in the Church from "Kingsman: The Secret Service"
pragmatic sensualist, motivated by really deep instincts, actualized by willful imaginings and perpetuated by other's desires. Abstract, yet clear in purpose, honest, but abstruse, my moods change like winds and water with my confidences, and when ungrounded, i am both guarded and vulnerable, leaning, in darkness, to the Light, nurtured by instinctual feelings arising from a deep gene pool.
