Thursday, May 17, 2018
Berlin ‘38 in Color
A buoyancy of small cars!
Too, the women afloat, liquid
under flowing dresses.
The light itself, silken.
Until two men martialed black-
beyond-black,
goose-step past high.
Low Comedy. Menace.
These, all, though,
images merely.
Unless one allows
their assembling
beauty
or terror.
The mind,
palpable,
unscreens.
Labels: beauty, film, form, German, Military, terror
Friday, May 05, 2017
Actor
-Given THAT turkey, say they, the sonofabitch can really act?
-A script my international film career followed explicitly.
-Well, you’re distinguished! But no one says that,
because of all the bad shows.
-They do in the theater. Feel it across the footlights!...so to speak.
-What’s up there?
-Just did Lear, Claremont Experimental.
-Wow! Interesting!
-You’d think, but...more bad luck with Typhoon Inez for opening.
-No!
-Producers threw in the sponge.
-Hafta be humongous one for typhoon.
-Such a bad joke! But probably called for.
-Sorry. But one and done for Lear?
-Not completely. Cast got it on their phones.
-Quite a juggling act! You come offstage and quick grab your phone?
-No need, they’re in the script.
-Uh?...what sound a modern turkey make?
-I’ll put it on Speaker.
Labels: acting, actor, film, Lear, phone, theater, Turkey
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Jack the Genius
An Adventure in Art
Jack the Genius was plan old Jack
for many years. Making small films
and writing stories and scripts.
Until Bitsy Hopewell where a sweet
cheerleader morphs into a particularly
obnoxious male.
This labored effort won the Sheep Drover’s
Film Festival in Australia.
The jury especially referred to its artlessness.
Two viciously competing schools arose:
JG and JUF, the last meaning Jack the Utter Fool.
They booked adjoining meeting rooms at the Muncie Y for the Indiana Outlier Flick Fest.
Bloody fisticuffs later.
Jack was shut out on awards there, and quit the business.
That didn’t stop either group.
And younger critics mention him in the same breath with Kurosawa and Fellini.
A short breath...the squabble goes on!
Jack the Genius marries Stella Adela, Stripper, washes cars.
They booked adjoining meeting rooms at the Muncie Y for the Indiana Outlier Flick Fest.
Bloody fisticuffs later.
Jack was shut out on awards there, and quit the business.
That didn’t stop either group.
And younger critics mention him in the same breath with Kurosawa and Fellini.
A short breath...the squabble goes on!
Jack the Genius marries Stella Adela, Stripper, washes cars.
Labels: art, director, Fellini, film, film award, film festival, genius, Kurosawa, stripper
Sunday, March 01, 2015
The Woman Who Wouldn't
Please don't impute sex im-
mediately. Came out diffident
in everything. Steady, not ex-
perimental, in dull truth.
As an example, when two-
toned sneakers attacked
the village, she eschewed
chartreuse/orange for a few
pairs of firesale black.
In similar vein, when a brother-
sister gifted her a Jill Karby
Blouse--both having hopes--
she took advantage of their
emphatic glasses, and dearth
of judging size, by wearing it
to bed. Alone and happy! For
emotion exhausted and
embarrassed, and that
was that! In Hollywood Bourgeois,
she meets a Fellow Diffident, they
develop a rattling hate, then, lah-
dee-dah, one paradoxical love-
v-v-v! Some weirdness splits them,
AND, with all looking altogether flat-
ly, grimly pastel...ah!...
Well, she does prove Darker
Art-House, in a new flick so
Swedish-Boring as to supply pain.
Thus now, how truly to get her an
ultimate wiggle on?
Nothing. She’ll go her way.
And die. Like the rest of us.
Labels: boring, bourgeois, diffident, emotion, fad, film, love, sex, Swedish
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Two Classic Films
Third Man still shades Citizen Kane in
my judgment, with its vile characters
rushing huge against floodlit ruins.
Gritty postwar utter exhaustion.
The wickedness, and crushed innocence,
work-a-day military straining underdepravity and political burlesque.
But the American film more specifically prophetic.*
*...decent, hard-working people in this community...
robbed blind by a pack of money-mad pirates...
Labels: Citizen Kane, film, Third Man
Friday, January 23, 2009
Aspen
-What kinda fil-ums you make?
-Slow ones full of precise detail and talk.
-Jesus! Who got the time?
-A point. And the talk, that is the conversationalists, use words
mostly to torture each other.
-Hey! Was married once. No more of that shit!
-Well, thanks for any exposure you give...
-The product? You’ll never sell it.
-Probably not.
-At any rate you’re the first person I’ve interviewed who didn’t tuck
his or her legs under.
-Too old. Is that legs akimbo? That’s not quite accurate, is it?
-Hey, fuck the wordsy-turdsy Jane Austin bit! I’m going to see a guy now who is world famous for fuckin exploding cars! He’ll give me some bang-bang quotes!
-Surely, but didn’t think that kind of film could get a showing here.
-Are you kidding? Wake up and smell the marijuana!
-What kinda fil-ums you make?
-Slow ones full of precise detail and talk.
-Jesus! Who got the time?
-A point. And the talk, that is the conversationalists, use words
mostly to torture each other.
-Hey! Was married once. No more of that shit!
-Well, thanks for any exposure you give...
-The product? You’ll never sell it.
-Probably not.
-At any rate you’re the first person I’ve interviewed who didn’t tuck
his or her legs under.
-Too old. Is that legs akimbo? That’s not quite accurate, is it?
-Hey, fuck the wordsy-turdsy Jane Austin bit! I’m going to see a guy now who is world famous for fuckin exploding cars! He’ll give me some bang-bang quotes!
-Surely, but didn’t think that kind of film could get a showing here.
-Are you kidding? Wake up and smell the marijuana!
Labels: film
