Friday, June 18, 2010

Not a review. A short story I wrote.

this is something i wrote. if can call it a story, do.


Together In Death

The wind blows. He sits on the deck, watching the sunset over the lake. He takes another sip of his drink, he laughs. She paid for all this. She paid for all this with her life. He looks down at his hands. He takes another sip, swallows, her whiskey catches in his throat, making him cough. There's red under his fingers. The wind continues to blow, harder now, it seems. It roars through the trees, makes it sound like he's at the ocean. Not in northern minnesota, not with a dead woman in his basement. The thought makes him shudder. I have a dead body on my hands, He says to himself. He says it again to make it real. It is real when you do it with your own hands. When her last breath is breathed on your wrist as you choke the life out of her. When her blood stains your fingers, you can wash and scrub, but the red stays. For life. He digs at his nails, to no avail. He sees red. He sees red as she tells him she is leaving. No, he has to leave. She comes down stairs in that red dress. The one she knows drives him wild. She tells him he has to go, she has had fun, but it's over now. It has to be done. She has met someone new. No she's not going back to her husband, this new man is completely different. This new man will be here any moment.

He finishes his whiskey. He throws his glass over the rail, just to listen to the crack and crash of glass breaking on the rocks. A million little pieces that can never, no matter how hard you try, can be put back together in their original form. Like my life, he says out loud. The doorbell rings, an old classic sound. A ding-dong from hell. From real life, snapping him back to reality.

This new man is here. He has to answer the door. He opens the door.

Hello? No, no one lives here by that name. I am sorry she must have given you the wrong address. Yes I have heard of her, but never met her. Everyone has heard of her. Would kill to meet her. Won't you please come in?

He lights a cigarette. He has never been allowed to do that in this living room. He smiles as he inhales. It feels good, to break the rules. This new man looks at him.

So you are a friend of hers? Going somewhere nice, you sure do look nice. Yes you may use the phone. Right through there.

He breathes deep. The tobacco calming his nerves. Slowly. This new man returns.

Didn't she answer? You got a busy signal? I'm sorry. You do look nice tonight. Where did you say you were taking her? Here sir, let me straighten your tie.

He approaches his neck, taking hold of the bow tie, pulling...

Pulling, tugging, yanking, tighter and tighter he draws the the tie closed. He closes the veins, this new man's face in shock, looking purple turning blue. Gasping for air. He grits his teeth in effort as the man's life is now in his hands. He closes them snuffing out the light. Turning it off, choking it out. Tying it off.

Shit. Another body. Another corpse to deal with.


In the basement he swings a pickaxe. Bits of brick shower him as he chip... chip... chips away at the wall. A hole big enough for two. Two that wanted to be together. Two that were never meant for each other. That would never work, that would never be together. Except in death. They can be together in death.





Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Review: The Spirit

       
Seriously? Seriously. Seriously guys? Seriously? to everyone who hated on this movie. Stylistically it was brilliant. Not only did it have the feel of the Frank Miller comic, it had that classic cartoon feel. For true fans of the Spirit comic, this is an excellent movie. Very true to it's roots, and entertaining. It has the ageless feel of a graphic novel, like something of Frank Miller's, where the time period is very confused, you could be in the forties, in the original comic, or you could be in the now, with Frank Miller. They both fit together seamlessly. 
 I think people's main problem with this movie, was it's confusion, of era, genre, it's slight ridiculousness... People don't understand that that was simply being true to the original material. It is just like the comic, even more awesome. 
5 stars, hands down, watch it and see for yourself. It's cool.

Review: Audition (2000)

FUCK! 
This movie, lulls you into a false sense of security. This movie, kind of wrenches your gut through your shoes. I was told some crazy shit about this movie and the entire time Im watching, I'm just wondering when the other shoe is going to drop. I wont say more.

Camera. The camera feels very theatrical, in the way that I always am very aware of it's presence. It feels like the weird british crime TV that my parents watch. Very flat and saturated. Was distracting from the story.
Movie was good, but almost boring in the beginning. Don't give up, keep watching, that fucked up shit pays off in the end.
 2 stars and a bit

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Review: Timecrimes (2007)


First of all let me say this: every movie Magnolia pictures has ever produced is amazing. Every time I watch one of their movies, the previews give me my next several movies to watch. They all look so good, even from the previews, and there has not been one disappointment yet. I know, previews are designed to make their movie look like the best film ever made, but Magnolia, and the Six Shooter Film Series, they do not lie. Their movies are the best. Ever.
The latest one that I have watched, is Timecrimes, or Los Cronocrimines. A time travel epic about a middle aged, balding, fat guy who travels in time on accident causing a huge spiral of catastrophe in his own life.  
The Netflix description really does no justice to the movie: After accidentally traveling to the past, Hector meets himself and triggers a series of mysterious events that lead to a shocking crime... blah blah blah at once deeply intricate and easy to follow... blah blah blah. 
Now, I won't give you a better description, for fear of ruining something, but the movie is fucking excellent. Way better than the description makes it sound. I never read it before I watched it, I only saw the bomb preview.
This is strange, but the thing that stood out the most to my eye, was the camera moves. They are shocking at times and others they almost don't exist.  It's amazing, artful, shockingly beautiful. 


Watch it. I can't say any more.

4 stars and some change.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Something for the mothers

this is for my sister, and my mom, the renowned birth mothers of the world. 



Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Review: Chocolate (2008)


If you like martial arts films, of any kind, your time will not be wasted on Chocolate, It is truly unlike any Kung Fu movie I have ever seen.

Directed by Prachya Pinkaew, it is the story of an autistic girl who can learn -nay absorb- any fighting style she watches. She discovers this when watching Ong-Bak (also by the director), and immediately starts fighting like Tony Jaa: with her knees and elbows. She and her sort of adopted brother, begin collecting money owed their mother -did I mention she is dying of cancer?- by having her beat the shit out of the various bad guys.
 

Again,this isn't something I have ever seen before, but it was truly amazing, the fight choreography would have put Bruce Lee in his place. And I say that with much reverence. The fluidity of Muay Thai is like water, or melted chocolate, and if you have never seen any performed, see it. 

For some reason the action and ass-kicking-ness (real word) is hugely amplified by the fact that the justice is being doled out by a little girl.

I was floored, I give it 4 out of 5. Check it out, but don't watch it dubbed. Also check out The protector, and Ong-Bak for more on the director and Muay Thai.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

My First Time

Never thought I'd see the day that I was blogging. I simply felt that I was above and beyond all of that. I have my opinions, and they are strong. Sometimes I word them too strongly when I am talking directly at people. In fact, most people don't stick around long enough for me to tell them my whole story. My opinions often are unfinished sentences, that no one will ever hear the end of. I have too much to say and not enough breath to say it all. And no one has enough patience to hear everything I want to say anyway. So that is probably why I decided to do this. Even if no one ever reads this, I will have spoken, finally, all the way through.
I believe that there is only one person I have ever met that can match me and speak as much as I can while listening to me. Walter Kaplan. We had one semester of Intro to Psychology together, and spent most of it talking about movies and stupid people, and I haven't seen him sense. That's over a year ago.
Good Bye Walter Kaplan. Wherever you are.
Having gotten that out of the way. This blog will be about movies. Have I mentioned that already? 
All movies. Old movies, new movies, good movies bad movies. I intend to chronicle all the movies i have seen. Shit, this will take me the rest of my life probably. I had better get started.
--J