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Hey Prestige, I like the hulk too. A close friend of mine tells me i'm a ****in pussy sellout for liking that lame "abusive-father comic book movie" and it's not kirbyfied enuf, but, whatever. Comic books are lame, comic-book movies are lame. Why should we care if it's cliched, at least it doesn't have those awful captions in every shot. Plus, re-split screen: I remember being impressed by the swirly colored-sand transition/hallucination fx, which, maybe were just a retroactive hallucination on my part but they were pretty narly and I definitely DON'T remember De Palma ever doing that. Radioactive-ooze-green is a good color for the Hulk. The whole palette was very comic-booky (- the halftone-dot effect.. maybe that's what my friend was on about the movie b-ing untrue to the comic, don't think so though since he's not much of an aesthete probably just didn't like the fact that it was kind of like a lifetime-original in a way, which I guess I can't deny and makes me a hype-o-crat for hating lifetime). Also Ang Lee is the hulk (meaning, he was the motion-capture model). Look it up on IMDB trivia. Does that make this his most personal picture? Eh, definitely not his best, but a good movie making the other movies in your list happy that it joins their ranks I guess....
That's the only soundtrack I've ever heard for Sherlock, Jr. (it's the one on the kino dvd I have). It's really good. Actually, these days when I re-watch the movie, unless I'm intorducing it to someone who's never seen it befoe, I usually just keep the sound off/put some other music on. Something not too distracting or just something random. B-cause while the movie doesn't get old, the music does after about the n-th time.
If you have no way of understanding, I guess that gets me off the hook of trying to explain, eh, no big deal I'll just move on and won't bother with any more riffs on your sentimentalism.
as to Prospero's Books and
Actually, it makes me feel pretty frippin' cool. After I'm done congratulating myself on my good taste I just go back to enjoying the movie.
About the movie specifically, and why it exists the way it does -- I'm not gonna pretend to have an interpretation for all the ways the movie references itself and all art, why it matters that Greenaway decided to conflate Shakepeare/Gielgud/Prospero in all the ways he did throughout the film (I'm sure we could come up with a bunch of plausible reasons, I'm not really thinking about that at this very moment, maybe in a minute or two), I'm just going to go off of what you say about relating to films. You say that "interpreting them "emotionally" can sometimes breed better results, depending on the film." (Italics mine). 2 things:
1. your use of "emotionally" seems somehow linked to your notion that "most people" want something to relate to/to be related to.
2. You say "sometimes", so I'm guessing there are exceptions, even for you? Why wouldn't Prospero's Books be one of those exceptions?
Seems to me, if you're making a movie about the world of an esoteric polymath that would be one case where you might get stuck in a self-contradiction if your goal is to make something everyone will immediately relate to. You want people to relate to it but if you dumb it down too much they're relating to some bleached and flattened xerox/not the real deal at all. How is that cool?
Sure, everyone has an emotional life, even geniuses, but that's not what makes them geniuses. If you want Prospero to just be an avg. Joe everyone can relate to, go watch Mazursky. And anyway I do get mixed up in the emotional life of the character in that movie even in spite of what I just said. Much more so than I do the Mazursky Tempest (just for an example). I cry when he drowns his books at the end. He loved those books and his magic. He throws it all away and relinquishes (at least symbolically) the world that he's learned to control to his child and his servants. To me that's a more poignant expression of mortality (something everyone can relate to), and the way it's expressed and the way it braids w/ Real lives (this bing the culmination of Gielgud's career, this bing Shakespeare's last play) than Casavettes' midlife crisis in the other movie.
Not accusing you of championing the Mazursky Tempest, it's just a convenient example of an adaptation of the same play that I think is pretty obviously an attempt at accessible -- and perhaps appears more successful at it to casual observers -- and less an intellectual wankfest. And is a lesser movie for it. It has nothing to do with me being a badass because I (pretentiously) only appreciate intellectual movies and sneer at simp expressions of emotion. Maybe it does but I would argue it doesn't. Prospero's Books is smarter, prettier (than most things in the world), and makes me cry more than other movies. So nya.
That's the only soundtrack I've ever heard for Sherlock, Jr. (it's the one on the kino dvd I have). It's really good. Actually, these days when I re-watch the movie, unless I'm intorducing it to someone who's never seen it befoe, I usually just keep the sound off/put some other music on. Something not too distracting or just something random. B-cause while the movie doesn't get old, the music does after about the n-th time.
If you have no way of understanding, I guess that gets me off the hook of trying to explain, eh, no big deal I'll just move on and won't bother with any more riffs on your sentimentalism.
as to Prospero's Books and
Actually, it makes me feel pretty frippin' cool. After I'm done congratulating myself on my good taste I just go back to enjoying the movie.
About the movie specifically, and why it exists the way it does -- I'm not gonna pretend to have an interpretation for all the ways the movie references itself and all art, why it matters that Greenaway decided to conflate Shakepeare/Gielgud/Prospero in all the ways he did throughout the film (I'm sure we could come up with a bunch of plausible reasons, I'm not really thinking about that at this very moment, maybe in a minute or two), I'm just going to go off of what you say about relating to films. You say that "interpreting them "emotionally" can sometimes breed better results, depending on the film." (Italics mine). 2 things:
1. your use of "emotionally" seems somehow linked to your notion that "most people" want something to relate to/to be related to.
2. You say "sometimes", so I'm guessing there are exceptions, even for you? Why wouldn't Prospero's Books be one of those exceptions?
Seems to me, if you're making a movie about the world of an esoteric polymath that would be one case where you might get stuck in a self-contradiction if your goal is to make something everyone will immediately relate to. You want people to relate to it but if you dumb it down too much they're relating to some bleached and flattened xerox/not the real deal at all. How is that cool?
Sure, everyone has an emotional life, even geniuses, but that's not what makes them geniuses. If you want Prospero to just be an avg. Joe everyone can relate to, go watch Mazursky. And anyway I do get mixed up in the emotional life of the character in that movie even in spite of what I just said. Much more so than I do the Mazursky Tempest (just for an example). I cry when he drowns his books at the end. He loved those books and his magic. He throws it all away and relinquishes (at least symbolically) the world that he's learned to control to his child and his servants. To me that's a more poignant expression of mortality (something everyone can relate to), and the way it's expressed and the way it braids w/ Real lives (this bing the culmination of Gielgud's career, this bing Shakespeare's last play) than Casavettes' midlife crisis in the other movie.
Not accusing you of championing the Mazursky Tempest, it's just a convenient example of an adaptation of the same play that I think is pretty obviously an attempt at accessible -- and perhaps appears more successful at it to casual observers -- and less an intellectual wankfest. And is a lesser movie for it. It has nothing to do with me being a badass because I (pretentiously) only appreciate intellectual movies and sneer at simp expressions of emotion. Maybe it does but I would argue it doesn't. Prospero's Books is smarter, prettier (than most things in the world), and makes me cry more than other movies. So nya.