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Movie Review; Calvary (2014)

August 30, 2014 Leave a comment

Calvary (2014)

Director: John Michael McDonagh

Writer: John Michael McDonagh

Stars: Brendan Gleeson, Chris O’Dowd, Kelly Reilly
You who are not reading, may notice I’m taking a little more care in offering information here.
It’s because this is one of those rare films that should be taken better care of. This is one of the finer ones. This, is one of the few, that capture an essence, a quality, of life, and the living, that is seldom seen reaching the screen, or then appreciated once there- but that is another matter.
Brendan Gleeson does not amaze in that he delivers his excellent form of the art he’s given to. It seems he was made for this, and these parts. So that you could witness things you might otherwise not in your life, he is there, doing what he does in the way he does it. A quality not reached until the midpoint or latter points of films like In Bruges , where you see the reason why it’s him, there before you selected for this part- because he can do that, then there, at this point or that… well here the moment lives from the time light hits the screen, until the credits close. Was it written for him? It may be so, but it would be no less brilliant a film than it is if I were to find it was.
I’ll say it now- If you value a film that’s a cut above- that captures life in that way done by the likes of Iñárritu in Amorres Perros and the other two thirds of that masterpiece, and others that do not come to mind at this time- the ones that most people walk out of the theatre rejecting for the simple reason they’re too steeped in the every day denial of what life really is- for their own sense of self preservation or their lack of ability to see the beauty in it still with it’s stark truth laid bare… If you’re one of those people who can appreciate it all and recognize that it’s only really beautiful with the blood and guts left in, than it is the lie without… then see this film. You’ll be glad you did.
I say it now because as I go on there may be spoilers and you might want to save the experience for later.
See it, if not for the simple enjoyment of the performances by these great new character actors supporting Mr. Gleeson in his delivery of the overall message, or messages of this film- then for the rest, like when Aidan Gillen first hits you with the free flow of that wickedness he’s holding back in Game of Thrones, you know you love it, or when Kelly Reilly shows up and melts those susceptible to the fair ginger beauties of that land, or when Killian Scott shows up and captures the moment in that character he’s taken on- you just have to know, if you can figure him out, what’s next? When Isaach De Bankolé says anything and you just want to listen what he might mean with that squinty eyed delivery of his, or when Chris O’Dowd takes you further from remembering his IT Crowd days with every laugh evoked, or Dylan Moran‘s deeply troubled performance- see it. See it for them all. See it and if you appreciate these kinds of films, the ones you would go to the Angelika or Sunshine for… You won’t regret it.
No spoilers, but I was afraid.
If you don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about with any of this, or the movies or shows I’m referring to, skip it. You won’t enjoy it and you’ll only have uninformed gibberish to squawk about when asked about it- so do the film a favor and don’t see it. Don’t influence anyone else not to see it, becaus eyou can’t grasp it. There’s nothing wrong with you- it’s just you shouldn’t go where you don’t belong. That’s all.
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WordPress, but not WordPress…

February 8, 2011 Leave a comment

Special thanks to the developers at Links Alpha for such a great plug in. Also at Dallas Pro Web Designers for their plug in/ widget. Both made it really easy to move this blog off the Wp servers and keep some of the functionality.

Told ya… I was gonna do it. And it’s done.

I have a couple other blogs to move under my main domain umbrella and I’m done, at least publicly, with WordPress. After initially looking at the glamorous and glitzy Tumblr sites, I was impressed, but I couldn’t find comparable themes and templates. Mind you, they have some nice ones, but the really nice ones are about 20-60% more costly than those you would pay for in Wp format, and even if I did swallow that small pill, I would be losing the familiarity with which I’ve grown into, aesthetically, on my blogs.

Initially I was dismayed at the thought of eating my words and coming back, tail between my legs and continuing my begrudging relationship with the ever-silent racist sympathizer WordPress has become in my eyes, but no. Despite my keep-sh*t-simple life-motto, I knew that I wanted out from under and this was it, this was the time.

I could part with a layout I thought, if the layout is pleasing to the eye, as I feel mine are now- and I loved the fact I could apply the actual domain name without the subdomain (.wordpress.com) suffix to my blogs (something WordPress would reach into your pocket for!) at Tumblr… Then there were some functionality issues… Wp format is just more control-freak friendly, which I am. I needed a bit more control than is offered over there at Tum-Tum, as I’ve come to know affectionately refer to it. So what did I do? I took myself out of my comfort zone and got into the code a bit, installed the WordPress Application into my GoDaddy hosting account, and moved everything over. Some re-formatting glitches after familiarizing myself with the new operating procedures and log-ins, and here we are.

There are some tweaks on each site (two so far) that I have to come back to- but for the most part- the work is done.

I figure once in a while, I may repost an entry in the old (.wordpress.com) blog to attract some hits from the internal mechanism they have, freshly pressed and whatnot- but for the most part- we are free (and you can be too).

And we are under our own flags as well.

When you type in www.theoccasionalopinion.com you are led to the main domain The Occasional Opinion, then redirected to the subdomain under Damian Dezign. Looks the same as this one, so will you know the difference? Sans the stink of a background support staff that says nothing to you when you complain of racial epithets espoused upon you by other users of the free service- nahhhh, no difference at all.

This will be the last post here for a while, so if you don’t hit the link, and rss link or feed or do whatever it is you do to keep up at the new site, you will not receive an update when I comment on the absurdities of our world.

I’ve got some pent up thoughts on Lindsey and Hale, racism, white male model on black baby crimes, as if we need more daddy issues in this country… and more, waiting to come out…

All of which will not be posted here.

See you on the other side folks!

bye bye you mother f%&*($#s =P

Weekend Movie Reviews

November 22, 2010 Leave a comment

127 Hours

Well I’d rather cut my arm off rather than tell anyone where I’m going. If you see this movie, you’ll see, you’ll probably have to.

The spin is- Appreciate your life and your loved ones and bla bla bla. The undeniable moral of the story is (if you don’t get sucked into the media “think as we tell you to think” marketing campaign), if you’re a dick, you’ll find your way to punishing yourself for it. Psychologically (my favorite thing about humanity), this is true for everyone. They want you to come away from this with such admiration for the guy’s resolve and dedication to staying alive- but I say unto you, isn’t it obvious that he wouldn’t be in that situation had he not been a dick?

So, come away with it having the knowledge that if you want to be a dick, at least be careful about it because you may end up stuck in a crevice and have to cut your own arm off to survive. A cell phone, a GPS or Satellite phone, something many outdoorsmen carry in their packs, shit, a senior citizens health alert or just letting your Onstar know that you’ll be hiking in the outback and if you don’t report back in such and such time- bingo, no self amputations necessary.

“A Triumphant true Story”… of a dick, and his having to cut his own arm off to have to realize it.

Otherwise, as a movie it’s a good piece of work.

The Messenger

By contrast, these men are not dicks. They, the subjects, are heroes. Did this movie win awards? I don’t know. I think it did and it should have. I remember wanting to see it when it was in theatres, but like so many movies, for so many reasons, I didn’t. Well it came to cable this week and I made it a point to catch it. It’s powerful and it brings into the experience of our troops in both a unique and universal way.

As someone who missed many an opportunity to serve in the armed forces, some by choice others by negligence, and the first time, by strong physical influence of a friend who put me up against a wall, lifted me off the ground by my shirt and said he’d kill me if I followed in his footsteps, just after he came back from Paris Island-  I will always live with the regret and underlying feeling that I not only want to do something… as well as that primal urge to kill something we all have (don’t lie), and of course, an unwavering respect for those who take up the call to duty whether by choice or necessity. 

Thats me. I am a pig. And I acknowledge that I owe my right and privilege to be a pig in this country to those men and women who put their lives on the line, and lets be clear, the line they put their lives on is the first line, the line on the edge of what is, and makes possible, everything that we call life and society that can exist behind that line they stand on. Without them standing there, going where they are unjustifiably sent, surviving it the best way they can and dieing… we cannot have what we have, because we would be overrun and slaughtered like the fat, lazy, uneducated and unconscionable Americans we have settled into being. Again, that’s me and how I feel. You may be more or less by margins I can only imagine- and I feel I owe so much more, but at least, I owe those brave soldiers the respect of sitting down and taking in a work like this so to better understand their experience. In the end it’s just about all they want, and all they can have of us, the people behind the lines who enjoy the fruits of their sacrifice.

You, whoever you are, however good you have it or however hard, should at least, sit down and try to understand  too. At least.

It’s a deeply compelling movie and the acting is captivating. The actors themselves are among the very best in their craft and a complete pleasure to watch.

 

The Road. Movie, based on book by Cormac McCarthy; Lessons learned.

Lessons Learned…

1. The end is near.

2. Ya better be ready. In every way.

3. Women are quitters. If y’can’t keep them comfortable, they kill themselves.

4. Men are stubborn, and don’t kill themselves when they probably should.

5. If you have an attachment to supposed “good” things, such as benevolence to others, generosity, kindness to others… you’ll have a harder time surviving in a world without laws and government to protect you- than one who is selfish and self serving.

6. The apocalypse (non-religious), will not be pretty in any way, back to lesson #2.

Seriously though, I’m sure, as is always the case, there is a lot more in the book. So hints the Wiki page with the reference to a newborn being roasted on a spit.

My thoughts are if that’s what’s going on in CM’s mind, he should maybe pick up the paint brush and give Geiger and Manson a run for their money.

I watch these kinds of movies and it goes through my mind what I would do… I wouldn’t, if dragging around a young son, be walking up to houses I haven’t thoroughly scouted out- we’re talking watching the house until nightfall. You’re in a rush? Where do you have to be? All appointments have been cancelled due to the apocalypse. You’re hungry? Hmm, gonna be less hungry in a few hours? Less hungrier when you’re watching them hack your kid to bits and offering you a bit of son-bacon? No. You dig in and watch. You do what you do right, because you have no second chances and the cost of failure is too high to even consider.

I wouldn’t, once in those houses, be scurrying about raising a ruckus searching for a tool to open a locked cellar, without searching the entire house for signs of cannibalism, if I am aware this is what people are engaging in. If you see signs, you KNOW what’s down there- and you also know you didn’t wait and watch long enough- and it’s time to go. Now.

I wonder too who these movies are made about? Who are these books written about? I’d like to think I’d be less inept in dire circumstances. Is this the average Joe? Is this the author? Are most people THAT passive? How does he not have more than one gun? I’d have had at LEAST one just having a pregnant wife BEFORE the apocalypse. The kid was five years old or more when the wife decided to take a walk… you DIDN’T have time to acquire yourself some traveling security? There wasn’t a what-if lightbulb flickering in your head somewhere? With that kind of time I’d of had gone out, gotten myself a suitable truck or bus, fortified it, loaded it up with fuel, weapons and supplies, maybe gotten a neighbor or two to join  the team (gotta think about the kid’s chances at procreating too), and been ready for when the time comes we stop sitting around on our asses waiting for the establishment to respond.

You watch this kind of thing, and you think this way, and then you understand why the lady, mother of a child, decides to eat it. This guy is just sitting around waiting saying I love you baby- I mean really? Come on? I love you isnt going to feed or protect the family.

But then again, I do think that for all one can be prepared for the fall of civilization- the irony will be that the environment that affords you that likely honest evaluation is likely the very reason you’ll never even get the chance to prove it.

I live in New York.

If it’s a man made catastrophe that brings about the end of the world as we know it- I’m already dead.

If it’s a natural disaster- this is a coastal city in the north east. What are the chances I’m drowned under a tsunami or something?

All I’m saying is… when it’s on, you get up and you go. Get the shit you’re gonna need to survive, if you don’t already have it.

In respect to suicide and mass hysteria, over confidence in religion and government, these kinds of movies all share a similar opinion I agree with.

In fact, for me at least- it doesn’t take a cataclism for me to say what these movies say about those subjects. Most people are idiots, when the fit hits the shan smart or not you’ll realize it’s really just a personal choice whether you want to stay among the living or not and most- probably won’t have the faith in either themselves, government or their god to stick it out anyway.

Lucky it’s just a movie huh?

Come to think of it when the world shits on itself, I would head right to the nearest Starbucks, seize it, fortify it, and when the dust settles, make a killing on bartering for cinnamon dolce lattes.

HNIC here I come.

Film Review: All the films ever made

All Films Ever Made, Terrific! Exciting! Exhilirating! Ennnnntertainnnning!

Life Changing? ehh, no.

thanks to my gf for providing me a pic i could defile

Maybe when I was a kid, and I knew nothing, sure. Life changing. For the lack of said life. But if you go far back enough on that tangent- the first time something brushed up against my cock was life changing too.

So really? Film Reviews? Film Critique? I don’t know, have I grown up?

I recently saw… and I have to pause to think for a second because the name doesn’t come to mind right away… Cyrus, yeah, that’s it. It was good. There you go. That’s my review. Very nice how it was about life changes as much as it was about comedy. I enjoyed it, mildly and satisfactorily, like a gentle happy ending from a long time frequented masseuse.

Before that I saw Shrek, the last one… and it was funny. Clever as usual, and funny. There you go, that’s my review of that one. See?

Avatar? Oh my god!

I’m kidding it was good but it didn’t change my life. Wow, special effects. I am now wet.

No. I’m not.

Movies are entertainment. They could be art. But even art- so what?

You walk out of the theatre and you have the same problems you had before- you escaped for a while, you were entertained. This is good. I guess. It IS vital, I will concede. Everyone needs down time for general good health.

You have kids, it’s great for family time, sharing a laugh, even dates if you don’t mind the time sitting awkwardly next to each other NOT speaking- when if you want to get to know each other- speaking to each other is exactly what you SHOULD be doing.

Movies that make you think. Hmm, like I need help thinking? I think too much I’m told, but thats usually by those who wish I would think less so I wouldn’t see right through them. But yes, Ignorance is Bliss I concede as well. So… movies that make you thnk… Saving Private Ryan comes to mind. Schindler’s List. Two from the same director. The first made me think and appreciate the WW2 Veteran. Thank you. Now I appreciate them. The second, reignited what was for a non-jew, getting old- the Holocaust. Am I an asshole? Sure if that makes you feel better I’m an asshole for saying the Holocaust thing was getting old for me before Schindler’s List. As a born and bred New Yorker I’m an honorary Jew anyway, so I feel, and know, for myself, I am in my right as such to say whatever the fuck I want about Judaism that I want to- and not be so interestingly accused of anti-semetism. Are you kidding me? If JAPS were donuts I’d be even fatter than I am now. But no, they’re bagels with cream cheese and lox arent they? So I have them when I can. When on East 23rd on a Sunday morning, or Brooklyn. Bagel Boy, Yummm. Where is this paragraph going? I’ve lost all control of it- I Digress;

Anyway yes, the value of Schindler’s List… Don’t front as we say here in New York… the Jew thing, if you’re not a Jew, was getting old for you too. I’m just the one saying it for you. I KNOW I’m not alone in this. Nuff respect, Jews, Survivors, Spielberg, all of it. Good Job. A film that makes you think… and evokes emotion.

Evokes Emotion.

What else? What other kind of film is there?

The Cool Film.

I’m a Star Wars and Trek fan. Not a lunatic basement of your parents house living- dress up as a charater of- convention trolling fan. Just a fan. Sci-fi has always been fascinating to me, as an imaginative and artistically inclined youth it was a natural attraction.

When I saw, as an adult, the last Star Wars and Trek films, I thought they were “Cool”. Sure, I had some opinions and I heard alot more about the Wars than the Trek, but all in all it’s the central point here… what the fuck difference does it make?

No amount of critique would have kept me from seeing either movie. More so- a scheduling conflict might have kept me from seeing them. They’re movies after all. They’re not required viewing for the right to continue breathing.

At most, these days, you see a preview of a movie, it looks interesting and you say hmm, I may go see that. Or you say, eh, I can wait for DVD, in some cases Blue Ray- oh excuze moi mother fucker- you have special eyes and you need to see the nose hairs in an actors nostrils to validate the performance. Christ. But yes, at most that’s it. No big deal. To see, or not to see, and it’s not even that critical.

So… I see all this shit about the movie Inception, and well, I saw the previews, and an HBO First Look thingy… it looks like a dream Matrix to me. A visual treat for sure. Worth the $22 for IMAX? Hmmm, I dunno. I’ve heard the question asked “is it worth IMAX?” So I know I’m not the only one.

It’s a fucking Movie. Not a pair of shoes.

Oh it’s DiCaprio0000. Oh well in THAT case… Fuuuuuuck you. Over rated spoiled bastard. The Italian Stallion. Cultivated and cured like a prized cut of beef. Scorecese’s boy like when Brando says “they killed my boy” in Coppola’s masterpiece… I’ve seen his movies. They’re good movies, yes, but not because of his acting- such as with others, like Al Pacino… notice I didn’t say DeNiro, whose work I love, bu tlet’s be honest- we like DeNiro, not his acting. And DeNiro comes from the same cultivated Scorcese Italian-man-love school. No, what make’s his movies good are good script selection. Otherwise, whatever.

Yes, I used to be into the whole oh-my-gawd-such-a-great-actor thing as you can see, but no more. It just really makes no difference in the real world anymore. Entertainment is entertainment- and it should only be entertained just so much.

In that same respect-

The End

What was that? You stayed up late to see Good Will Hunting for the umteenth time last night too?

Ya got me there.