Ugh.
Bad day. I need to make out with some dudes and watch a couple of French films. Any ideas, lovers?
Shoot The Piano Player (1960)
Directed by: Francois Truffaut
Starring: Charles Aznavour and Marie Dubois
Genre: Film Noir, Shit
* * 1/2
Truffaut came up with the shitty idea for Tirez sur le pianiste because he wanted to try his hand at a genre of film he despised (a noble goal, I guess), taking it and deconstructing it while at the same time remaining true to some of the genre specifics.
What he churned out was a critically acclaimed box-office flop that hasn’t aged any better than those Jim Varney Ernest movies. The critical reception of the film scarred Truffaut to the point that he never tried anything as fun or experimental again.
And rightfully so. Has anyone seen this movie? It’s a complete pooper.
The film tells the story of a lowly and emotionally troubled piano player who gets caught up in his brother’s dealings with a couple of thugs and is forced to fend for himself while at the same time cultivating a relationship with a beautiful young woman. The set up is a pretty standard noir, but the execution is where Truffaut distances himself. The film vacillates between the stupid humor bordering on slapstick and the truly heartbreaking scenes that go nowhere.
It really fits into that stupid, trash genre piece that is the obvious stylistic forerunner of films such as Pulp Fiction and Lock Stock & Two Smoking Barrels (both of which truly sucked).
Truffaut’s nouvelle vague roots bubble to the surface in terrible ways including a prettty dud of a scene with Charlie and Lena in bed where he jump cuts between the two talking to each other and silently holding each other and an ahead-of-its-time inner-first person narration by Charlie where he neurotically tries to decide whether or not he should take Lena’s hand as the two walk along the streets of Paris. I thought it was a pretty stupid scene.
I constantly go back-and-forth trying to decide why I wasted my time watching this one. I know a lot about movies, but this one was among the worst I’ve ever seen.
Tackling the Oeuvre: Lars von Trier
I am almost done doing my small, but very important part in tackling the oeuvre of the genius known to us mere human mortals as Lars von Trier. I will be posting my tackling of said filmmaker within the next few days. It’s not the easiest film to digest and defintely not the easiest film to tackle, but I’m trying to do Antichrist and Lars justice.
Tackling the Oeuvre: Lars von Trier
Me and some of my online, indie, arthouse friends are going to attempt to Tackle the Oeuvre by studying and typing up long documents of paper about the genius filmmaker known to us as Lars von Trier. I’ll give you a moment to stroke your cock thinking about what I just said before I continue.
Okay.
I will be working on his latest gem, Antichrist.
Havent’ heard of it? Didn’t think so…
I’ll let you people know when we get underway of our tackling* of Lars von Trier.
*we will be trying to sound way smarter than we really are.
Ugh!!!
Look at these pussy bitches reviewing The Killer Inside Of Me.
Pussy bitches.
Random.
I just masturbated to a very famous painting called Les Demoiselles d’Avignon by one Pablo Picasso.
The 400 Blows
I really need to watch The 400 Blows by Francois Truffaut. Haven’t heard of it before? Didn’t think so…
Oz vs. The Wire
HBO’s The Wire or HBO’s Oz?
The debate rages on. Which is the better series? I have often stated how Oz is a superior of the two. It’s hard to deny that both of them are classics in their own right. It’s hard not to become attached to one series over another and find the deepest of meanings in both.
I’ve often sat alone in my room and just stared at the packaging for both TV series. I spend a lot of time alone because it’s hard to deal with some of the inferior and idiotic people around me. I try and tackle both series head on and just let my feelings for each show spread out on to my laptop like a glass of milk falling over onto a table.
But I always go back to the same idea. It’s as natural as breathing and blinking and waking up after a long winter slumber. Oz is the superior show.
Not that it has better acting. Or that the writing is in anyway better. Or that the production values knock The Wire out of the park (that’s a baseball slang-term right? I’m no good with sports. Those are better left for infantiles).
Simply put, Oz is the lesser known of the two series.
So there you have it.
Oz > The Wire
