post-rocky Paranoia

Paranoid Park was last night's cinematic choice and not a terrible one it seems: here's the very appreciative review on Cinepinion;
the means of story telling take on a certain atypical aura and that should be acknowledged, but please note that this still bears very slim chances of being one's film of choice for the season;
my appreciation equally regards the use of symbols (visual, audio, or otherwise), making this the most post-rock film in my humble repertoire until now; here's an audio sample:

Lizzo Day 262

after a sunny Lx day, I now have 7h to be on the airport again;
10h and a bit of travel will ensue.

Burn after Reading

The Coens spend the bulk of the film putting the players into place; it’s a complex, multi-character set-up kept going by a martial tick-tock score, which instills Burn After Reading with a gravitas to which it never quite lives up. Set in and around the corridors of power, Burn is a comedy of errors, full of sex-obsessed jokers, in which two gym employees (Pitt & Frances MacDormand) stumble upon a CD-R with the working memoirs (mem-wahz) of a recently fired CIA agent-slash-alcoholic (John Malkovich, wandering hilariously from scene to scene, repeatedly moaning, in a muttering whine, “what the fuck?”). The personal trainers mistake the files for important when they’re merely self-stroking, and the duo’s consequent shenanigans set off a chain reaction that ends in violence and murder.

On a basic level, Burn After Reading is a spoof of the paranoid conspiracy thriller, the type popularized in the post-Watergate ‘70s; here, the Washington backrooms are full of clowns and Princeton alum garbling old college singalongs in black-tie drunkenness. These nitwits would be incapable of concocting and carrying out a conspiracy even if they wanted to. It’s a portrait of the American government as wholly dysfunctional, paralleling the characters’ sexual dysfunctions (see: the wild dildo-equipped rocking chair that George Clooney builds in his basement.)

[above equally written here]
It was the trailer that dragged me to the Cinema and the film that determined me to post this up..

Wall-E

You’ve already heard—Wall-E is a part of Hollywood’s go-green conspiracy to brainwash our children into obeying Overlord Gore. It’s certainly environmentally conscious, including a scolding speech near the end about a planet in trouble and a do-nothing populace, but such a reading of Pixar’s latest is too easy. Set well into the millennium, the film opens in the majesty of outer space (“there’s a world outside of Yonkers,” croons the soundtrack) before switching to an aerial survey of Planet Earth in ruin—rusted-over and littered, with a skyline of trash-cube skyscrapers. So, Wall-E is anti-waste, sure, but it has an odd and tender affection for artifact, as well—the titular robot, a Sisyphean garbage compactor with only a cockroach for a friend, collects Zippos, bubble wrap, Rubik’s cubes and other assorted tchotchkes from among humanity’s detritus with the same reverence with which we hoard pre-historic earthenware. (This might help to explain the apparent contradiction many commentators have noted between the film’s politics and its marketing, which includes more than its fair share of landfill-bound merchandising.) Above all, Wall-E is not a critique of the state of things but a condemnation of a mindset. It is not so much anti-waste as it is anti-wastefulness.

Keep reading this really nice review for a film I definitely enjoyed on Cinepinion, or watch the trailer:

Can't Get This Song Out of My Head

Lizzo Day 256

The cheerful view on National Stereotypes:

There is a beautiful deserted island in the middle of nowhere where the following people are stranded:
2 Italian men and 1 Italian woman
2 French men and 1 French woman
2 German men and 1 German woman
2 Greek men and 1 Greek woman
2 English men and 1 English woman
2 Bulgarian men and 1 Bulgarian woman
2 Swedish men and 1 Swedish woman
2 American men and 1 American woman
2 Irish men and 1 Irish woman
2 Russian men and 1 Russian woman

One month later on this beautiful deserted island in the middle of nowhere ...
The 1st Italian man has killed the other for the Italian woman.

The 2 French men and the French woman are living happily together in a "menage a trois" ...

The 2 German men have a strict weekly schedule of when they alternate with the German woman.

The 2 Greek men are sleeping with each other and the Greek woman is cleaning and cooking for them.

The 2 English men are waiting for someone to introduce them to the English woman, and she is waiting for someone to introduce her to the American men.

The Bulgarian men took one look at the endless ocean, one look at the Bulgarian woman and started swimming.

The two Swedish men are contemplating the virtues of suicide while the woman keeps on bitching about her body being her own and the true nature of feminism. But at least it's not snowing and the taxes are low.

The American woman has filed a law suit for sexual harrassement against both American men, and they are suing each other for libel. The woman has also become a Scientologist and is having an affair with the Bulgarian woman. One of the men has become a Bahaist and befriended the wildlife on the island, while the second has become a born-again Christian and attends counselling sessions with the two Swedish men.

The Irish began by dividing their island Northside-Southside and setting up a distillery. They don't remember if sex is in the picture, because it gets sort of foggy after the first few liters of coconut-whiskey, but at least they know the English aren't getting any ...

The first Russian man married the Russian woman and divorced her. He is the best customer of the Irish distillery.

The other Russian man made money by actually killing the Italian on contract and by arranging exit visas for the Bulgarians; with that he acquired a controlling 33.33% share in the Irish distillery including the world-wide distribution rights to the English and he hired the Greeks as sales agents. He employs both Germans as bodyguards (hence the strict schedule) both for himself and for his Russian girlfriend, and has promised the Bulgarian woman that she can become the maid of their first child. He regularly sees the Swedish woman "to learn English".

In the mean time, the French still think they are alone on the island.

what am I talking about?

this is my twitter 'Wordle'

Wordle is a toy for generating “word clouds” from text that you provide. The clouds give greater prominence to words that appear more frequently in the source text.

According to TweetStats, these are the 5 words that I refer to most: work, today, time, day, good
... Should this make me think? :)

Marian? :)

P.S. La Multi Ani de Sf. Andrei d-lui Vacaru!