good thing 2: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ykw_Cl1FGiQ
i don't think i could ever understand the holy fools, that is one of my most regretable shortcomings.
not only fellinian bohemians can be glamorously filmed. even rubbish can look divine on screen.
my ten minutes with paolo gioli are worthier than my week with marilyn. this video could be sliced into pretty pretty gif(t)s.
like, isn't the eye the most assaulted human organ in our age? and if external demand fashions an organ, i wonder if this will trigger some new type of evolution, one in which image as sign, as something that stands for something, will no longer exist, an ocean of floating signifiers that have their relation to the signifieds slowly slowly erased, glittering signals whose only reference is the projected image.
what a depressing portrait of a philosophy student.
after (or before) st. patrick's blue, prussian blue and engineer's blue, i am sure there should be de seta's blue , too.
no Rosemarie (2003) ?
so luisa's adventure is not so heroic after all. she might have been shier if she wanted to return to another life, facing the consequences of her seemingly selfless offering of herself. but she was going to death and, like in the medieval danse macabre of those doomed by plague, she threw away the inhibitions. not to make things different, but to renounce things at all. what if she continued living? this saga would
lucifer must be a woman and the seventh day should have been destined to her. after six days of arduous creation, here comes liciferess akerman and shouts: no! undo! let there be chaos. and does it brilliantly. saute toutes villes si vous voulez.
this is more epilepsy-inducing than sharits and pikachu in a single package.
beautiful and terrible.
after watching the rose seller, i will have to reconsider the plausibility and seriousness of this film, even though this one is a more marketable and digestible production.
in case you forget your schnitzel does not grow on the tree and that your art gastronomique is a well-tempered slaughter, eustache is there to act as a memento.
1697 users have watched this on yt and it still has under 30 fans? there are things that escape my understanding :|
the need of miracle at the dawn of mass society.
a motorcycle is definitely a woman's vehicle. this is not the taming of the shrew, but the meeting and fusion of two shrews, both complicated and beautiful, and it is this complication that assures the agreement of the both and the fascination of the couple. the woman looks the same in moments of sensual abandon and in the passionate intoxication with speed. she grasps both these abandonments, natural and technical,
with the same part of her body. this film is like an early example of fetishism. for dekeukeleire's woman, a motorcycle is a poem, since she perceives it as a proof of adoration, a frank object, whose whole structure is so sincerely exposed, whose voice rhythmically and loyally accompanies her journey. the humming noise of the projector grows to become the buzz of the bike, joining the medium and the studied object. i can only hope that woman is not a metaphor , a simple embodiment of someone else's pleasure, and i don't intend to be bloodily feminist here :)).
your dream is my video game.