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Two flicks for Saturday, chez moi, by initials B.B. — #BertrandBlier Menage (1986) — Gérard Depardieu, Miou-Miou, Michel Blanc It is a cross between a dress and a moustache, a parody of dominance. The film sprawls hilariously, like a knocked-off line of dominoes flying across a room where an elephant in a tutu licks a mirror.
The first two thirds run brilliantly, but toward the ending, the leaps it makes rock the boat. It starts to resemble a TV film because some scenes are too on the nose. I say it is a problem of montage.
Depardieu, as a homosexual, provides all the comedy. Miou-Miou and Michel Blanc nail the full extent of their larger-than-life disasters. Beau-pére (1981) — Patrick Deware, Maurice Ronet, Nathalie Baye, Ariel Besse Thematic punchline: Unbelivable shit that Bertrand Blier got away with. Intimation: Maurice Ronet always possesses a screen presence, simultaneously stern and childlike, an ambiguous elegance from a source that obscures as it shines. Forever colored by the tragedy of Le Feu follet in my mind, chiseled by Louis Malle, he creates a mirror effect for me. He embodies a physical sentiment, a resonance of my own emotional likeness. Like a living painting, Ronet, much like Lino Ventura, David Hemmings, Vahi Öz, or Salvo Randone, bears an internal mark of familiarity - of what I consider truly mine.
Different aspects of my being breathe through them, irrespective of their roles. For instance, Belmondo’s role in Pierrot le Fou does the opposite. He is acting me; I am that guy who blows himself up in the face with poetry. It’s a strange to pin to prick, but take this slit and do what you will.
I have been neglecting to report. Changed my life, yet again. And in the interim, all I have been doing is restarting the studio in a much more efficient and organised manner. Well, A SINGULAR TEMPTATION is coming as the next movement of https://newvague.city — Ricordata
One Nite Only \ Sadece Bir Gece / Sola una notte
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Rebirthday. 22JAN. Laser Kid. Phantom Bloke. Madamless Sir. Let us commence, you and I, as the world of crime sinks lower than the babbling humanoid subspecies who wield it. I inscribe their total annihilation upon the wave of thought that flows thru the highest formation of consciousness in the universe. I curse them to drop dead.
So, I am working on opening my twenty-five-plus-year-spanning footage flood gates of NEW VAGUE CITY. This is an attempt to tame an incredibly gigantic avalanche. The only way I can manage the explosion is by building a multidimensional platform that links every related morsel in the dot matrix of my life. The idea is simple. An event in time takes place and from that instant derive different works of art. There are images, sounds and words. There are endless possibilities and, certainly, if I record that moment, there is a goldmine waiting to be excavated. The distribution of these nuggets to a coherent system is what has taken a long long long time. It was Andy's birthday today and for this occasion let the gates burst open with his likeness and love!
The print edition of New Vague City is called LIQUID LABYRINTH and it's a syncronising devise for the multiple timelines and narratives of my intellectual life.
Two decades of my existence in the NY Underground as the personification of subversive reorientation of civilisational fundamentals is now an index of opus-based chapters—a reduction of life into myth, and myth into a living system: www.newvague.city/kino
There is an actual Studio Log for Ricordata, Hollywood. www.newvague.city/log
Finally, I arrive http://www.newvague.city/kino
Nessunta e io — Art of Sense, Madamless Sir.
I am taking on fascist cunts with the Atatürks of today. — KiNo with Veryansın Tv, Ankara. Film Fırtına produced at Ricordata, Hollywood. www.mahsergazinosu.com/veryansin
THE LIQUID LABYRINTH is live and it's a trip and a half. www.newvague.city/liquid-labyrinth
Now, happening on https://newvague.city
I had a good birthday, making a big burrow out of the maze I have been in forever... and it all happened in this real time telephone conversation... with my dear Gianni Pipoli. So, phone calls with intriguing people make a nifty format for a radio show. Fatto!
How to construct a revolutionary, multidimensional creative matrix, the operating system of THE REVOLUTION OF THE MIND.