Showing posts with label from the weekend couch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label from the weekend couch. Show all posts
Monday, November 5, 2012
From the weekend(s) couch:
So this morning I find out that Ebert gave "Shame" and "Cloud Atlas" 4 stars, "Melancholia", 3 and a half, and didn't care much for either "Detachment" or "The Tall Man" (the latter did leave a bad taste in my mouth and the former is second to next of my movies to watch, after "360".)
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Friday, June 15, 2012
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
"The nuns taught us there were two ways through life - the way of nature and the way of grace. You have to choose which one you'll follow."
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| Terrence Malick, 2011 |
The nuns taught us that no one who loves the way of grace ever comes to a bad end."
Roger Ebert reviews.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
from the weekend couch:
"I have three children, six grandchildren. They're busy. They're too busy to talk to me. I gotta make an appointment. They got lost some place. They don't need anybody. People changed, life is changed. Today, you shake hands with somebody, you gotta count your fingers to make sure you got five fingers back."
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
from the weekend couch:
Roman Polanski, 2010
"Oh yes, the wall of ego. We all have one, our equivalent of the dentist's fish tank."
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
from the weekend couch:
Revisited
From this book:
"From five, they had become four, and they were all the living and the dead, becoming shadows..."
Sophia Coppola, 1999
Jeffrey Eugenides, 1993
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
from the weekend couch:
Mark Romanek, 2010
The artist's mind is a terrible, beautiful thing. This line germinated and went floating in my thoughts for approximately an hour and a half after watching this film, and only sleep made it go away.
I'd been waiting to watch the film after reading the book three and a half years ago, can still remember that it was twilight when I finished it and that the twilight I finished it in was an orange one and that I was sitting outside, hunched on a chair and fighting back tears. It's funny how certain memories stay with us with such vividness. And this film, like the book, will certainly stay with me: its images, snippets of its lines, Carey Mulligan's brilliant acting, how everything is so understated and quiet and yet so heartbreaking and conveys so much despair. I'd say that Mark Romanek's direction and Alex Garland's screenplay did complete justice to Ishiguro's dystopia.
So depressing and yet so beautiful! Makes me want to finish my half-read A Pale View of Hills.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
from the weekend couch:
Tony and Maria, for the nth time, and I still love this film to bits. I remember getting irked when, years ago, I heard someone say how it's so ridiculous that the Jets and the Sharks dance more than fight when they fight. I mean, this is Broadway, duh. Can't we have some culture around here?
Monday, January 31, 2011
from the weekend couch:
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
-William Ernest Henley
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Monday, December 13, 2010
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