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Movie Review: The Big Lebowski

Phil — Tue, 30 Mar 2010 00:26:17 +0000

A relentless barrage of perfect awesomeness.

Movie Review: Broken Flowers

Phil — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 02:18:27 +0000

So last night I watched Broken Flowers with Bill Murray. Saw it in the movie bin at the library and just snagged it on a whim. And by “whim” I mean “a capricious or eccentric and often sudden idea” and not “a large capstan that is made with one or more radiating arms to which a horse may be yoked and that is used in mines for raising ore or water.” Although the latter is a much more interesting definition of “whim”.

Yeah. So Broken Flowers with Bill Murray… I think I thought it was okay. I don’t really know? Had it’s moments I suppose. About the movie watching experience I can only say one thing for sure – I really like to eat cheese.

“The Life I Lead” (3rd Reprise) or The Saddest Moment EVER in Cinema History

Phil — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 05:43:03 +0000

When I was a youngin’, like many yougin’s, I enjoyed movies. And I grew up watching and appreciating the Disney classics – Pinocchio, Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan, Dumbo, The Wind in the Willows (one of faves), and, of course, Mary Poppins. I mentioned Mary Poppins as being some kind of lying bitch in a previous post somewhere. Well she was. But that’s beside the point. She was hot. She could sing. She had a green energy mode of transportation. She could jump you into a painting. She hangs out with chimney sweeps! The perfect woman!

No.. That’s not what I’m writing about. I’m here to tell you about the saddest moment ever in cinema history. Towards the end of the film, Mr. Banks is called to appear before his boss that evening. Mr. Banks knows it’s because he’s going to get fired. And he gets really depressed – So depressed, in fact, that he gives his annoying kids some dough and reprises his song “The Life I Lead” for, I believe, the third time in the film. But this time around, it’s super sad. And after a sad duet with Dick Van Dyke, Mr. Banks begins his long trek to the bank under the night sky, alone on the streets. As he walks, the tune grows in the orchestra and gets more sad by the measure, continues to grow with intensity along with some beautiful shots of Mr. Banks walking alone through a park – silhouetted by trees, and finally culminates with a choir and long shots of him walking up to the massive, imposing bank.

When I was a child, this was the saddest moment ever in cinema history and I’m sharing it with you. I still remember the scene and the music vividly.

Unfortunately, the only fucking video I could find of it was in German. The internet foils me again…

Nicole Kidman’s Aura

Phil — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 07:48:44 +0000

It could be some kind of cosmic pulse that vibrates at a frequency only I pick up. Perhaps others feel it too? Whenever I see the image of Nicole Kidman – be it in moving picture form on my television or in the movie theater, or be it in one of her patented, pouty, pale poses (that’s four “P” words in a row, folks) on the cover of a magazine at the supermarket – the same phrase, instinctively, belts loose from my mouth: “Holy bitch — What the hell is this shit?”