Bond...James Bond wrote:Blixa wrote:also that sad Brit married to that old woman who can't act and can't act her age (which is probably 120 in minus-talent years). Well ok, Guy Ritchie did direct a good Nike commercial once, but every f*****g time they show it they've edited out more violence.
Jeez I hate Madonna [for her music and for her abandonment of her country to move to England and act like she's a Brit despite living here for 40+ years]. Can you believe she made it into the top 100 Artists of Rock put up by VH1 a few years ago? Seriously...*vomit*
Have you seen recent photos? I may start pitying her, instead. Her face has had some major bad work (cheek implants?) see here, "Madamism"
http://cityrag.blogs.com/main/2008/07/m ... lasti.html Phase two is a recent shot outside of the Manhattan Kabbalah Center during the A-Rod controversy.
I'm not going to even comment on the nightmare-causing horror of her arms. Hello? Body dismorphism? Man hands?
If you can see a full cut of the Nike soccer commercial Ritchie made to The Eagles of Death Metal's "Don't Speak (I Came to Make a Bang)" you'll enjoy it. Its a fun first-person camera bit, but sadly it seems each time its aired here more violent bits (tooth, vomit) are cut out. Sad, sad.
One thing I forgot to mention about
In Bruges is the wonderfully soulful dog in the scene preceeding the "little dead boy" flashback. What kind of breed of dog is that? I want one. That is one rueful stare at humanity (no less than we deserve).
Yes, ok. I damned watching
In Bruges again...but look, I've got, um, professional reasons, right? So I'm teaching this class on Psychoanalysis and Literature this fall and in the spring I'm scheduled to teach the film course,
which I'm thinkin'
if I can get enough student carryover I can turn into a Psychoanalysis and Film course, lovely, eh? So I'm looking at
In Bruges with an eye to that possibility, you know, emphasis on the religious angle (thanks christian websites!!!): the talking cure + confession. Oh yeah, Bond, I got yer Foucault right here, baby!!!
From the Ernest L. Wilkinson Diaries: "ELW dreams he's spattered w/ grease. Hundreds steal his greasy pants."