Is there anything better than a Godzilla movie? I think not.
View on Path
Is there anything better than a Godzilla movie? I think not.
View on Path
The nutshell summary is that this is a travelogue movie that’s shot in a very informal and random manner. You feel like you were there but all in all nothing of great consequence happens. A couple travels from point A to point B and have pretty realistic adventures that result in a pregnant woman with a bedazzled eyepatch, urinating on the train tracks and changing a flat tire.
In the end…. yeah, it’s not a picture that’s ABOUT something. There’s no grand crescendo but it’s a story that really, we’ve all lived. As the picture wraps you don’t say to yourself “wow!” so much as you do, “yeah, I remember when…” We have all lived some vague insubstantial version of this story but unlike this filmmaker, we didn’t bother to record it.
This is a movie that doesn’t make you remember IT so much as it makes it remember your analogous version of what you just saw. This is a movie for when you’re in a contemplative and reminiscent mood.
Notes from my viewing…
The style is that clumsy but endearing one in which everything is shot in a very informal way. Shots get cut off at times, don’t quite work out, sometimes out of focus, but very lifelike. It makes you feel like you’re there but it’s not got that over-processed look that most of the Hollywood junk does. I love this aspect of the film.
The credits are exceptionally high tech and come in about 11 minutes into the film. They add a distinctly charming air to the whole thing. They also act as chapter markers.
The whole thing feels VERY midwestern. I would swear that I’ve been in some of these places. There are some great shots photographically; very similar to what I’d take when I’m traveling.
The dialog in this film is so… pedestrian… there’s a bit talking about uncles and great uncles and how that works and it’s just so… real. It’s very much like a real life conversation that’s really ABOUT nothing but it’s the sort of thing that makes up our entire lives.
Movie is filled with lifelike little contradictions… like the pregnant protagonist who smokes and drinks at times but then acts terribly guilty about it. And her identical coats in yellow and green.
My god; some of these painfully nondescript settings are completely and utterly realistic. Case in point, visiting the protagonist’s cousin. The situation is rather bizarre but the setting is completely natural.
This movie….. this movie has the MOST polite armed robbery in the history of … well, of history. Holy CRAP that was nonchalant. That is the Midwestern way. “Give me all your money but, you know, whenever you want.” OK, not quite a quote, but that’s the general idea.
Eight minutes from the end, it’s time for Indiana!!!!!
Yeah, that’s Indiana. Northern Indiana at least. Lots of Amish.
Everything below came to my attention because of one little book. Well, a rather large book. If you want the real stuff and not my notes, go buy a copy here. I won’t be held responsible for any loss of productivity you might encounter because of it, however.
So what was life like in Britain between 1837 and 1901? Chapter 1 describes basic personal care from the era.
This evening I perused a couple of books on Indian culture and jotted down a few notes. This are far from detailed but they are the tidbits that leapt out at me as I read. Note that these are VERY quick notes and I’m sure they’re completely overgeneralized in many cases so correct me if I’m wrong but be gentle, please!
For a very long time I resisted the idea of video reviews. As it turns out, most of my reason for resisting them was my fear of being seen and heard on camera. Since I was a kid I’ve hated the sound of my own voice on tape. A few days ago I started to do a video review but stopped because it just made me stupidly nervous. In the past couple days I’ve realized that the nervousness that I felt was an indication that this was something I NEEDED to do to expand myself as a person. Today I bit the bullet and just DID it. It might be silly. It might be filled with disfluencies (um, uh, er, ah) but it’s my first and I’m confident that it won’t be the last.
As is often the case I received this book free in exchange for a review. Despite that kindness I am absolutely honest about it below.
This is a twisted love story drawn strongly from classic Greek mythology. Man loves woman, woman secretly loves man but doesn’t really quite know it yet or even realize that he does, in fact exist. What happens next is left as an exercise to the reader but does engage the reader’s interest quite strongly and has the feel of all those Greek myths that we either payed a lot of attention to in High School or totally ignored.
To the positive side, the story is enthralling and pulls you along from page to page quite nicely. The character development of our protagonist is profound and quite a Bildungsroman. Summer is entirely and utterly changed by the end and has lept from naive college girl to a grown woman in the period of a few months. The action in the novel is at times passionate without being trashy and leaves plenty to the imagination.
To the negative, the technical aspects of this novel are rather horrifying and not just from the typographic mistakes. The author at times slips into a mode of writing that would make one believe that English is not their first language. Idioms are completely misused, words are entirely misplaced and the text just needs to be thoroughly proofread and corrected. Our favorite example of clumsy writing is from page 270: “I watched him disappear behind his black door and heard it silently close.” Unfortunately no matter how strong the story may be, issues like this constitute an interruption of narrative flow that detract heavily from the impact of the novel. Lastly, the behavior of the characters is very erratic, more erratic than can be situationally explained. Summer’s development by the end of the novel is keenly evident but during that transition her emotions are insanely volatile. Her love interest too bounces maniacally from caring to monster in the span of a few sentences. While some of this is to be expected in the stress of such a complicated relationship, the portrayal in this novel is just too much to ever believe they’d end up in anything approaching a happy ending.
In summary, this is a strong idea for a novel but the detailed execution of it fails terribly. The whole text needs a sound editing to even out some of the fractured characterization and dialog as well as to resolve some of the author’s creative misuse of English Grammar.
Categorically, the book is historical fiction-based-on-fact surrounding an unexplained explosion which occurred at an ordnance factory in 1951. Relatively complex and convoluted in its telling, this story twists and turns through many possibilities of a conclusion seeming at times to edge near to the supernatural before gently veering away to absolutely concrete occurrences.
To the positive side, the author’s rendering of place and character is haunting. There are many books which I’ve read over the years that leave their quiet but indelible marks on my memory and this is one such book. Grimmett’s characters are vivid and lifelike and will likely haunt my waking recollections and some of my darker nightmares for much time to come. As I said in the preamble, the story sometimes jogs lightly past what might seem like the supernatural but always manages to come down to something completely mundane and concrete. Also, the author has a keen talent for the graphic. His depictions of violence and sex are eye-popping and not for the fainthearted. Such details are used sparingly, however, and in just the right quantities to convey to the reader that some of Grimmett’s characters are right bastards.
To the negative, this book does require some patience. The author very artfully draws his scene and his characters but it can take a while to come around to a payoff. Once the book concludes it is satisfying enough but I don’t recall ever feeling a moment when I was entirely immersed in what the author had to say. I felt as if I was chasing a wisp of fluff around a meadow and just as I thought I had a handle on what was going on suddenly something new came up that required me to reset and try to untangle what I had lost. The book is satisfying but dense and complex. The casual reader is advised to keep a few simple notes to help keep things straight.
In summary, I get offered a lot of books and most of them get torn cleanly asunder but this one resides in the top percentile. An abundantly magnificent offering that will take you on a delightful journey if you give it sufficient time to develop.