Favorite Movie Week
One should never allow one's taste to dawdle, becoming archaic or even obsolete. When a true contribution to art is made, you must grab hold of it as though it were your only life preserver in a sea of Action Buddy-films. Art can never progress if we consider the classics unsurpassable; respect the past, but revere the present, then hope for the future.
With this in mind, I present my new favorite film. I saw it Friday, the first day it was playing in St. Louis. It is called MirrorMask, and it is more beautiful than you could possibly imagine. Of course, I would expect any of you to have heard of it. Plebians.
Neil Gaiman, one of the few acceptable writers of contemporary fiction, wrote the story this film is adapted from. He had a hand in the screenplay, as well, so don't worry about it being unfaithful to the story. The synopsis is this : a 15-year-old circus girl falls into a dream world, the realm of her imagination as explored through her drawings. Her drawings are black and white, and quite surreal; the world she falls into is colored, but surreal in three-dimensions. She must find the "MirrorMask" to escape the world of her creation. I, of course, leave major details of the plot out, so no spoiler warning is required. Besides, the plot is not the real reason to see this film.
It was produced by the Jim Henson Company, which has come a long way since Kermit the Frog. In other words, these ain't your daddy's muppets. They aren't even proper muppets. This is a whole new level of film production.
I met Dystopia for the first time outside the movie theater; she dressed like the antagonist (pictured above). She was beautiful.
I know what you bastards are thinking, and you're wrong. It was neither risky nor stupid of me to agree to meet a stranger through the internet. I understand that there are people in this world who are easily manipulated, who can be made to imagine a pretty young woman when, in reality, they are talking to a 45-year-old man. The greater risk, of course, comes when women meet men on the internet, but that is beside the point. The point is, when you pay attention and use your sweetbreads, you can easily tell a liar. Furthermore, you can just as easily tell that someone is exactly what you need, even though you've only exchanged words. And to further prove my point, I was right. She is young, and she is pretty, and she is a she.
That is all.
With this in mind, I present my new favorite film. I saw it Friday, the first day it was playing in St. Louis. It is called MirrorMask, and it is more beautiful than you could possibly imagine. Of course, I would expect any of you to have heard of it. Plebians.
Neil Gaiman, one of the few acceptable writers of contemporary fiction, wrote the story this film is adapted from. He had a hand in the screenplay, as well, so don't worry about it being unfaithful to the story. The synopsis is this : a 15-year-old circus girl falls into a dream world, the realm of her imagination as explored through her drawings. Her drawings are black and white, and quite surreal; the world she falls into is colored, but surreal in three-dimensions. She must find the "MirrorMask" to escape the world of her creation. I, of course, leave major details of the plot out, so no spoiler warning is required. Besides, the plot is not the real reason to see this film.
It was produced by the Jim Henson Company, which has come a long way since Kermit the Frog. In other words, these ain't your daddy's muppets. They aren't even proper muppets. This is a whole new level of film production.
I met Dystopia for the first time outside the movie theater; she dressed like the antagonist (pictured above). She was beautiful.
I know what you bastards are thinking, and you're wrong. It was neither risky nor stupid of me to agree to meet a stranger through the internet. I understand that there are people in this world who are easily manipulated, who can be made to imagine a pretty young woman when, in reality, they are talking to a 45-year-old man. The greater risk, of course, comes when women meet men on the internet, but that is beside the point. The point is, when you pay attention and use your sweetbreads, you can easily tell a liar. Furthermore, you can just as easily tell that someone is exactly what you need, even though you've only exchanged words. And to further prove my point, I was right. She is young, and she is pretty, and she is a she.
That is all.
posted by Alfonzo Debussy | 8:19 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home