Poems and Movie Reviews, Oh My!
Sep. 22nd, 2006 11:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
talkingsoupWrote this pretty much a half an hour ago in Poetry. It's got no content and makes no sense and there's no meaning but for some reason I like it. We were supposed to write a poem driven by sound.
Solipsism, serendipity, serenity,
city, Italy, alleyway, little way,
leeway, pathway, sunday, daytime,
May time, make time, take time,
timeless, rhymeless, heiress,
enchantress, chanting, ranting,
Ingrid, she did, katydid, did not,
cannot, shallot, will stop, stoptime,
Maginot Line, fine, fine, cosine,
resign.
Movie review time! It'll be a quiche. I mean, a quickie.
Vertigo
So this is pretty much the quintisessential Hitchcock movie. I love Hitchcock. Strangers on a Train. The Birds. Rear Window. Rock on, baby, got love for ya. Anyway, the MC in Vertigo is the same actor from Rear Window and is an ex-detective with acrophobia or whatever, fear of heights, you know the story. He gets hired by an old college friend to tail the man's wife, who he believes is possessed.
He follows her, and she is indeed acting weird. Wandering around San Fran, staring at paintings that look remarkably similar to her, staring at gravestones, stuff like that.
If I said anymore it would give stuff away, but there are a lot of twists and the plot thickens and unravels and it's pretty sweet.
But it was kind of like RotK. Like, there were dozens of places where I thought it should have ended. And the very ending is...well...it's been shouted from the mountaintop as being awesome and "liek woah" but I found it disappointing. It's like, "okay, it's a tangled web we've woven, so how to resolve this...hmm...okay, squish the spider." That kinda thing. It leaves you going like "...okay...uh..."
Yeah. I liked it up until kind of what you'd call the midway point in the movie, which is when everything comes to a head. It's like they put the climax in the middle of the movie and the rest of it is just falling action. You can only have one climax in a movie, after all. It's a psychological fact. I think they could have packed everything that came after into a fifteen minute thing that explained what had been left unexplained and resolved certain issues.
I dunno. I did like it for the most part, though.
Score: 5 out of 10
Julie and I are watching Naruto, *squee!* And in ASIC, Gankutsuo has gone from simply intriguing to downright awesome, so much so that I think I need to download it, acid-trip patterns be damned. And Yakitate! Japan is still all kinds of bready awesomness. The new challenge--make bread that doesn't mold and get Solar Hands for Kawachi! Soooooollllarrrr Haaaaaannnnddsss!! I still get a kick out of the orgasmic reactions everyone has to the bread.
Soooooooo glad it's the weekend now.
Oh man. Oh man. I'm glad I don't have too much homework this weekend, because the muse is mad with anticipation. Angels is coming together in my head, as is the desert thing, to which I might add another character (this shaggy, wolf-like thing has been sniffing around my head lately, demanding a place somewhere, and I think he'll fit best in the desert thing). Mot has hit a bit of a stumbling block, meanwhile. This is aside from the fact that it's a fat mother, which is the ever-present problem in my mind, though lately I've been learning to forget it and just write. That's what it's all about, anyway. Anyway, it's another E and Cir scene, and Cir just isn't coming off realistically. So there's that to work out.
There's the fic, too. I want to get that started this weekend and hopefully post sometime next week.
And Kaz has told me, in no uncertain terms, that "Sympathy for the Devil" just ain't working for him. Damn. I was so close too. So Kaz still needs a song.
Oh, I read Pie-IX. Jaida's book. It's awesome. I love the existential, cheerily philisophical, Virginia Woolfish scuba-diving sensation, thing, and no, that did not make sense, and I apologize. It's really good. You should order it. It's on lulu.com, though I don't have the link on hand. Search Pie-IX in the LJ communities and you'll find 'em. Dude, it's so brilliant. She's going to be so incredibly amazing some day. I pre-ordered her poetry book too.
Jaida=*love*
Solipsism, serendipity, serenity,
city, Italy, alleyway, little way,
leeway, pathway, sunday, daytime,
May time, make time, take time,
timeless, rhymeless, heiress,
enchantress, chanting, ranting,
Ingrid, she did, katydid, did not,
cannot, shallot, will stop, stoptime,
Maginot Line, fine, fine, cosine,
resign.
Movie review time! It'll be a quiche. I mean, a quickie.
Vertigo
So this is pretty much the quintisessential Hitchcock movie. I love Hitchcock. Strangers on a Train. The Birds. Rear Window. Rock on, baby, got love for ya. Anyway, the MC in Vertigo is the same actor from Rear Window and is an ex-detective with acrophobia or whatever, fear of heights, you know the story. He gets hired by an old college friend to tail the man's wife, who he believes is possessed.
He follows her, and she is indeed acting weird. Wandering around San Fran, staring at paintings that look remarkably similar to her, staring at gravestones, stuff like that.
If I said anymore it would give stuff away, but there are a lot of twists and the plot thickens and unravels and it's pretty sweet.
But it was kind of like RotK. Like, there were dozens of places where I thought it should have ended. And the very ending is...well...it's been shouted from the mountaintop as being awesome and "liek woah" but I found it disappointing. It's like, "okay, it's a tangled web we've woven, so how to resolve this...hmm...okay, squish the spider." That kinda thing. It leaves you going like "...okay...uh..."
Yeah. I liked it up until kind of what you'd call the midway point in the movie, which is when everything comes to a head. It's like they put the climax in the middle of the movie and the rest of it is just falling action. You can only have one climax in a movie, after all. It's a psychological fact. I think they could have packed everything that came after into a fifteen minute thing that explained what had been left unexplained and resolved certain issues.
I dunno. I did like it for the most part, though.
Score: 5 out of 10
Julie and I are watching Naruto, *squee!* And in ASIC, Gankutsuo has gone from simply intriguing to downright awesome, so much so that I think I need to download it, acid-trip patterns be damned. And Yakitate! Japan is still all kinds of bready awesomness. The new challenge--make bread that doesn't mold and get Solar Hands for Kawachi! Soooooollllarrrr Haaaaaannnnddsss!! I still get a kick out of the orgasmic reactions everyone has to the bread.
Soooooooo glad it's the weekend now.
Oh man. Oh man. I'm glad I don't have too much homework this weekend, because the muse is mad with anticipation. Angels is coming together in my head, as is the desert thing, to which I might add another character (this shaggy, wolf-like thing has been sniffing around my head lately, demanding a place somewhere, and I think he'll fit best in the desert thing). Mot has hit a bit of a stumbling block, meanwhile. This is aside from the fact that it's a fat mother, which is the ever-present problem in my mind, though lately I've been learning to forget it and just write. That's what it's all about, anyway. Anyway, it's another E and Cir scene, and Cir just isn't coming off realistically. So there's that to work out.
There's the fic, too. I want to get that started this weekend and hopefully post sometime next week.
And Kaz has told me, in no uncertain terms, that "Sympathy for the Devil" just ain't working for him. Damn. I was so close too. So Kaz still needs a song.
Oh, I read Pie-IX. Jaida's book. It's awesome. I love the existential, cheerily philisophical, Virginia Woolfish scuba-diving sensation, thing, and no, that did not make sense, and I apologize. It's really good. You should order it. It's on lulu.com, though I don't have the link on hand. Search Pie-IX in the LJ communities and you'll find 'em. Dude, it's so brilliant. She's going to be so incredibly amazing some day. I pre-ordered her poetry book too.
Jaida=*love*
