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One of @Clinamenic 's more human details is his passion for film
Constant Escapism: The Top Films of Stan
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I've been meaning to rewatch The Passion of Joan of Arc, give a real saint-to-saint breakdown. Takes one to know one, etc.
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Maybe some of Dreyer's other films, none of which I have seen.
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No, any recommendation?
All of em. But my favourite was always the one where the donkey is the main character, au hasard balthazar.
L'Argent is good, it's got this one unforgettable scene where she's carrying milk and gets hit. The sound edit on it is unreal. Like, literally unreal. It makes no sense, you hear the slap, then see the bowl wobble. It does something funny in your head.
Pickpocket is probably the most accessible, or 'A man escaped'. But balthazar is the best.
Don't bother with diary of a country priest, that's rubbish.
L'Argent is good, it's got this one unforgettable scene where she's carrying milk and gets hit. The sound edit on it is unreal. Like, literally unreal. It makes no sense, you hear the slap, then see the bowl wobble. It does something funny in your head.
Pickpocket is probably the most accessible, or 'A man escaped'. But balthazar is the best.
Don't bother with diary of a country priest, that's rubbish.
Clinamenic
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We should have a simple, thumbs down emoticon.
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Dispassionate, there's the word. Dispassionate disapproval. The machine has rejected your offering, but there is no need to take it personally.
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Here's a list I made for a friend to watch, which reveals that I think they are worth watching, and for reasons beyond mere entertainment:
letterboxd.com
for ben
A list of 25 films compiled on Letterboxd, including Paterson (2016), Knight of Cups (2015), Only Lovers Left Alive (2013), Upstream Color (2013) and Mood Indigo (2013).
letterboxd.com
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Unbridled philosophic decadence. I highly recommend.
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To include alongside that list:
Loving Vincent
Mad Max: Fury Road
Inglourious Basterds
Rififi
Various Chaplins
Various Keatons
Much of it can be encapsulated as "film bro canon" which I can understand.
Loving Vincent
Mad Max: Fury Road
Inglourious Basterds
Rififi
Various Chaplins
Various Keatons
Much of it can be encapsulated as "film bro canon" which I can understand.
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IdleRich
IdleRich
Give the man a chance. I see this as like a cricket match where they have just brought on a new fast bowler and he is ostentatiously warming up, wheeling his arms like windmills, rubbing the ball furiously on his groin so that he already has a suspiciously angry red mark despite not having made one delivery. All of this of course is psychological warfare aimed at the batsman - (in this laborious extended metaphor that's us) who suddenly feels an uncomfortable prickle of sweat running down his box - especially the final moment, when the demon bowler walks back to mark the start of his run up and it's almost on the boundary... he takes his mark, his eyes narrow and produce a laser like stare focussed precisely on middle and off with such intensity that it feels that it alone could rip them from the ground and send them cartwheeling lethally in all directions, the wicket keeper does one of those swallows that people do in films to show that they are scared and takes a couple of steps back from his already cartoonishly distant position.... the silent crowd seems somehow to hush even further and the Stan begins his run, slowly at first but building up an unstoppable locomotivesque momentum with every step.....
.... and then (hopefully!) he delivers - blam, blam, blam - a load of killer reviews, each a bouncer, whizzing viciously off the seam and homing in inexorably on the head of the batsman (still us) and leaving him/us dazed with a beautiful information overload, the sixth ball is a perfect yorker of course but it doesn't even matter as by now the batsman is incapable of even offering a defence, the stumps explode and so does the crowd and the batsman begins the slow trudge to the clubhouse, trying to process the proceeding moments, wondering that the fuck it was that just hit him, but knowing somehow, deep down, that whatever it was will change his life forever.
IdleRich
IdleRich
I've seen it, to continue my cricketing metaphor, far from the previously described bouncer it would be a lazy long hop that the batsman would gratefully gobble up, walking halfway down the wicked to casually hook it for six.