Four Directors and A Funeral

…for them, and many more, en masse. Another good article in the Times. I’m wanting to see some of these movies.

Wiping out great art just because the artist did some bad stuff is tragedy.  I’m sure we wouldn’t agree with everything the Egyptians did, let’s bulldoze the pyramids. And the history of this country? Maybe give it all back.

Now they’re talking about taking down all the Gauguin paintings. Any museums who don’t want it can give them to me.

Marvel Movies Aren’t Cinema

Perhaps there’s a better word than “cinema,” which is just another word for movies. There’s room for debate as to word choice. The 4th definition down in Wiktionary is “The art of making films and movies” — so we can choose that one.

Either way, I agree with the hall-of-famer. Superhero movies generally bore me, so I avoid them. I thought the highly-regarded Black Panther was a slog. Give me a movie that takes me in, that grips me in the unexpected. Not a theme park.

Return to Twin Peaks

I’m pretty much loving the new Twin Peaks on Showtime.  There are some bits here and there that seem awkwardly implemented or haphazardly introduced, but overall I’ve been very pleasantly surprised.  My fear was that David Lynch, having been out of the filmmaking game for so long, would have lost his mojo.  More specifically, that the series would have been little more than a re-tread of the original.  No fear: his mojo is solidly in place, and bright, novel storytelling abounds.

The New York Times has written a lot on the return of Twin Peaks, including a good amount of favorable criticism.  On episode (“Part”) 3:

Mostly though, this hour is pure, magnificent abstraction, right down to the unexplained few minutes of Dr. Jacoby’s spray-painting a rack of shovels. The rest of the series could be nothing but Kyle MacLachlan shouting “Hell-ooo-ooo!” at slot machines and this episode alone will have justified the entire “Twin Peaks” revival.

Thankfully, the other 3 hours have been equally worthwhile, which portends well for the remainder of the series: an auspicious beginning to be sure.

I’m really looking forward to this…

A magnetic, majestic, eloquent and deeply soulful talent has passed

leonard-cohen-post-text-block-1aA couple comments.  It was long ago, but I may have first become aware of Leonard Cohen by way of the great Oliver Stone picture Natural Born Killers; his songs so perfectly fit that maniacal road trip:

And now the wheels of heaven stop
You feel the devil’s riding crop
Get ready for the future: it is murder

And an observation: I haven’t dug into it much, and in fact was not aware of it until yesterday, but Cohen was another artist who produced right up to his death — in that beautiful tradition laid down by Warren Zevon (with whom I’ve at times confused Cohen — inexplicable I know), the man in black Johnny Cash, David Bowie, and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

leonard-cohen-post-text-block-2aEach of those musicians presaged their own death in their final works.  Leonard Cohen’s last album, released less than a month before he died: You Want It Darker.