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Sometimes the deepest wisdom comes from the most unexpected places
The Reconstruction of William Zero
Conal Byrne’s measured performance and carefully composed, pained facial expressions constitute the bulk of what’s interesting in The Reconstruction of William Zero, a film which stretches itself very thin while attempting to tackle big ideas surrounding cloning, identity, loss, and redemption. Playing a recent car crash victim with amnesia and the twin brother who rehabilitates him in a nice house in some nondescript semi-rural suburb, Byrne attempts to piece together his identity, discovering along the way that his brother isn’t being altogether honest about his memory loss and where he’s actually come from. The film hinges on a couple of big reveals, which are fairly easy to see coming, but it’s really the interplay between the different characters Byrne portrays that gives the film its heft… [Continue reading @ Tiny Mix Tapes]
Welcome to New York
Throughout his nearly 45 year career as a filmmaker, Abel Ferrara has spent a decent part of it examining (or exploiting, depending in part on your point of view) the shock and horror of rape and its aftermath. Whether it was a mute Zoë Lund’s terror/rage-inducing violations in 1981’s Ms. 45, or the brutal rape of a young nun which served as a fulcrum for his brilliant Bad Lieutenant (1992), Ferrara has solidified his reputation as someone who is not remotely shy when it comes to graphically portraying such vile and radically evil acts. While he’s only too happy to revel in explicit rape sequences in his films, he’s also demonstrably compelled to unequivocally damn rape as a crime which vehemently demands justice. Whereas his past explorations of physical and emotional sexual assault have tended toward the sensational, his latest film finds the aging director most keenly fascinated with the generally uneventful and banal actions of a rapist completely devoid of remorse or even a most basic understanding of why people might not be that into him raping them... [Continue reading @ Tiny Mix Tapes]
Spring
Fred Wilcox’s only notable movie, 1956’s Forbidden Planet, centered on Monsters From the Id — mythical, entirely primal psychic creatures that could penetrate Krell metal, the most resilient material in the known universe. The civilization that invented that consummately strong material were also responsible for inadvertently creating the monsters (from their collective Id) that could breach it. Even with all of their technological acumen, the Krell society couldn’t avoid a naturally destructive element inherent to their personhood. It’s a fascinating film and definitely worth checking out, if only to see Leslie Nielsen in an uncharacteristically serious turn. Of course, I bring this up as a roundabout way of saying that horror/sci-fi/fantasy works exceedingly well when it delves into the essential and somehow innately terrifying and destructive primordial past of humanity... [Continue reading @ Tiny Mix Tapes]
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Hard to Be a God
The fact that this film took over a decade to make in itself doesn’t make it great, but it does go a long way in explaining how it managed to so fully realize such an elaborate and dauntingly grotesque mise-en-scène. Russian director Aleksei German began principal photography on this intricate, violent, disconcerting movie toward the end of 2000, and kept working on it until his death in February of 2013, ultimately leaving the final touches in the editing room to his his widow, Svetlana Karmelita and their son, Aleksei Jr. It’s a tough thing to watch at times, being a nearly constant barrage of human brutality and visceral filth shot in excruciatingly beautiful and haunting black and white by accomplished cinematographers Vladimir Ilin and Yuriy Klimenko... [Continue reading @ Tiny Mix Tapes]
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The Dance of Reality
It’s been over two decades since Alejandro Jodorowsky’s last film — 23 years, if you’re counting that closely. While many of us thought the aging director was going to be just fine tinkering with psychomagic and writing pretty decent comics to occupy him through his dotage, a serendipitous reunion between the director and his former producer (Michel Seydoux) during the making of Jodorowsky’s Dune spurred the two of them on to give it another go. They’d separated on not-altogether-friendly terms after the abject failure of their Dune project, with Seydoux going on to produce a slew of forgettable dross while Jodorowsky made a few more modest attempts (Tusk, the underrated Santa Sangre, and the unfortunate O’Toole/Sharif vehicle The Rainbow Thief). I think we’d all accepted there would never be another Holy Mountain or El Topo. All this is a way to make it perfectly clear the level of apprehension I was dealing with when checking out this latest, deeply personal film from a man who, it seemed, had faded away entirely... [Continue reading @ Tiny Mix Tapes]
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On My Own: How I Gradually Came to Understand No One Gave a Shit About My Inner Journey by Chedd Garvus
Master of the Universe
In a skyscraper left vacant for six years after the merging of two giant financial institutions made it redundant, former investment banker Rainer Voss lays bare his experience of our most recent worldwide economic crisis and offers up his portents of doom for the future of global finance. Middle-aged and with a well-worn face that still manages to be both ruddy and bright-eyed, Voss meanders through insights both professional and personal, recounting how as a junior executive he became obsessed with the ever increasing rapidity with which one could make mind-bogglingly huge piles of money by moving it from one place to another from instant to instant. Master of the Universe serves as a sort of somber other side to the same coin that films like Wall Street and The Wolf Of Wall Street manage to make so glamorous... [Continue reading @ Tiny Mix Tapes]