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I'm loaded in all six compartments with prejudice on this one. Be ready to bite the bullet. So, Darren decided to make it more real for us than we know it is. Half an hour into this film, and I was still watching the gratuitous violence and wondering. Wait, let me summon up the right American phrase? Guts and Glory? A world weary, slow- witted, once successful wrestler who has to put up with the vagaries of creativity in the world of pro-wrestling. Blades, staples, forks, what have you. Beats me why I have to watch and sympathize with a third of screen time about this medieval sport. Oh no, not a sport, but a show - that the performer puts up for his followers. The blood he purposefully gushes for his fans. This shit he puts up with just because it's the only thing knows to do for a living. The only respite being the cheering he gets in the ringside and back in the wings from fellow performers. What the bleep. Him trying to apologise and get back into his daughter's life after god knows how long is the so not convincing middle of the film. Marisa Tomei, his love interest has nice tits. And if she was a career stripper instead of an actor, she'd make it to Vegas as a star with the Cirque Du Soleil. I don't know about this being the Mickey Rourke performance of a lifetime. It's not even the accurate working class hero that we try so hard to make out to be - what with his binges of drinking and sex with a girl his daughter's age. He does'nt come across as a hercules of the human condition. And because he can't even pick up the pieces in his life, he reconciles to being the fading star carrying the burden of WWF. And goes on to live his death wish in the end. I don't mean to be a prissy prude and this might have been a cockle-warming candidate for the bleeding heart non-critic that I once was, but this movie made me want to puke the beer and glazed chicken wings I had for dinner.

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I just love these recent U2 videos called Window in the Skies.

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And Bono will continue to remain one of my favorite vocalists.

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I've put up some of my teenage poems on my writing blog, writerlytense. Go take a deek in your free time.

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In other news, i saw the Israeli film Walk on Water by Etyan Fox.

I'm back with some big news, me babies. I'm engaged to be married to Divya, the gal stuffin chow in the picture. Everybody, give me a high 5! She's a sweetie with a heart of gold. But more on that later. I don't want to join the hordes that feel obliged to bore the general population with their incessant squeeing about their newfound soul mates. From me, you'll only get some interesting posts every once.

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I finally saw Infernal Affairs. I'd wanted to see this film even before Marty decided to plagiarize it as The Departed. I was aghast to observe that the Marty's story is ditto down to the last detail (except for the romance which gets a Hollywood twist).

Infernal Affairs, which is a Hong Kong production, seemed more slick to me than a lot of Hollywood thrillers which get killed on cliches'. Minimal dialogue and the effective use of visual cues, traditional and high-tech, to progress the plot makes for more attentive viewing. The visual consulting of Christopher Doyle is evident in the film.

Marty had his star cast and his ability to New-Yorkise a script like Infernal Affairs going for him. But it is disappointing to know that he does'nt bring anything new into the script apart from the snappy dialogue, a murky romance and an irreconcilable ending.

This has left me wondering now - why did the Academy finally shower him with awards for a film that that does'nt even come close to his all of his original work till now?

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In other news, I've been listening to a lot of Frank Zappa since last night and digging the musical philosophy of The Mothers of Invention. Music for the here-now, with no past or future. Music that combined medieval precision and futuristic experimentation to come up with sounds that were very contemporary. Yes, they were contemporary because i think i was born a good thirty years late.

And Zappa was quite an articulate spokesperson for his music too - his interviews are very stimulating and educating. He truly represented the quintessential sound of the 60s-80s and was'nt ever bullied into the genre "stereo"types of record houses back then. He eventually segued into independant music production.

By his own admission, people either love his music or abhor it and compare it to noise. I used to count myself in the latter category till lately. But through one night of listening only, I have discovered the exquisite genius in his experimentation and am gorging on his material.

Here's some of his stuff on youtube for you to sample:

Cosmik Debris

Stinkfoot

Whippin Post

Montana

City of Tiny Lites

Apostrophe

Curses on youtube management for castrating the song endings!

And here's a little treat:
Zappa composing on his Synclavier

Missed seeing Oscar Nite coz i don't own a fuckin' telly.
But that right there is a cinema moment worth beholding (though it was planned). The 4 (there were others of course, these 4 were the fresh out of college kiddos) people that started the American New Wave - 3 past winners handing over a first Oscar to probably the most deserving of the four - but who never really tried for an Oscar. Lucas and Coppola started out together to went on do their own things. Around the same time Spielberg and Scorsese started out with their own agendas and got to where they are now. More on that later. Here are the rest of the recipients of the statuette this year.

Also found out today that there's something called Google Books! Check this one out -> The New American Cinema by Jon Lewis.

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