The Connection

"Spectacle of people, knowing how to group. The moment you think you need it is the time you know you don't." -Anonymous

Going Nuts Over The Slow: Adventureland Reviewed

From A. O. SCOTT, The NYTIMES:

“Adventureland” sometimes seems to lose track of just which movie it is, and its sprawling narrative encompasses some soft spots and patches of inconsistency. The worst of these comes near the end, with a failure of compassion on James’s part that seems to owe more to the demands of the plot than the logic of the character. And at times Mr. Mottola lays on the suburban adolescent malaise with too heavy a hand."

It reminds me of the line of Jesse Eisenberg's role in The Squid and The Whale:
"I felt I could have written it. So the fact that it's already written is just kind of a technicality."

Plagiarize.

Rizal Postmodern: Once Reviewed

A.O Scott, The New York Times:

"It seems silly and grandiose to lavish praise on a movie whose dramatic crux is the recording of a demo tape, and there is some danger that the critical love showered on “Once” will come to seem a bit disproportionate. It is not a film with any great ambitions to declare, or any knotty themes to articulate. It celebrates doggedness, good-humored discipline and desire — the desire not only to write a song or make a recording, but the deeper longing for communication that underlies any worthwhile artistic effort.

The special poignancy of the movie, the happy-sad feeling it leaves in its wake, comes from its acknowledgment that the satisfaction of these aspirations is usually transient, even as it can sometimes be transcendent."

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"there is a group of kids scrambling upon a heap of filth, washing laundry of two weeks old, a battering."

"People eat men. Women strangle what we call a light through whose shadow i, in behalf of men, flow and stride with ease. Easily i think of eating carcass and just when i thought it's wrong and rude i decided what the hell it's not the eating that makes its act a fault but only the wrong act of eating and the manner u eat these kinds of act. Feel, then, why people feed and smoke blood."

"wasted melted cream, in the corner an unoccupied jail room a man screming he's innocent and needs help had once lodged in, a ballroom, scene downstairs, the house help dancing, the kids watch the old dance, a sway of hair from the running girl, a jailed collector runs from himself, his niece ask him why he's lonely and he tells her he just is..."

"when u talk all the thoughts out while making clear the thing u think first isnt the right thing to talk about tonight but yet decided in the end to just share and tell it with us regardless oof us being the judge, being your mirror u never want in the first place to face, no better than self-hating infidels dragging you at all times without consent down here in hell, i, though, subtle, almost without a sound, just croon."

"tendons are like a dream. Hazy purple, mushed, stretchy, and when heated expands"

what is it about your avoidance that seeks refuge like a fawn?Who am i is not who i am asking for an answer to.

"She isnt off about knowing the diggers of her chin and can't justify an avalanche after this. A castration is its only galvanized release. A beauty of oaks denies. Denials of an oval-shaped onion, sarcastic con-descend, divulsions of a pig, a shallow swallow, the testings of the masrk, which color would you want ur wish to be?It has determinants, too, you know, That by now, an arrangement is there. She doesnt have to be there on a noose. Her whole five foot six of gleaming and regal stance should."

"waiting for sum1 2 hand d fare over to the driver, a lecturer unaware of the time or the amount of waste it's taken from your dreaming, his direct admonish, his contribution to the forgotten laugh, his release, her catch, a woman missed, the man missing, the unmatched. The urge to write back, the wait, it's you, its yours..."

"There is a weeping that is basal that is endless that is dry. There is this talk that is one with that which is made which is good which is human. That which is marked which is forgetfgul which is useful is this marking that is forgetting that is using the used...."

"and all.."

"Creaks, You. Pain's an accumulation. And the release is in its continuance."

"Drafted, lying on the left side edge of a bed. Sweat-soked skin finely finally dry with the wind's unflawed lull, we lurk and wreak in havoc through lies laced and dream of dressed non-metal canyons inside women's bellies in order to recover, smell and if possible at all, drink the fine pleasure of a draft recall....."

"the backing from the sentiment. THe return of the old. The cliche. The renewed unearthed. DOgs bark. Are you my sister?Is that a dog?Are we dead?Do you think he's cute?A cake is made of flour, sugar and cream. Mother bakes a cake. My name is jonathan is cinco. My wallet is lost. Help! Ouch!"

"I am a drowned word. That fleeting fleet of armed fatigue-stained sapiens for the last three days inside is watered away tonight. I am drowning rhapsody. THe fishnets, oh, the fishentes your dad untangles in going about the dark rivulets inside are a way to the darkened ocenas. I am a fringe of the silhouette of your giving, your givings tolerate my dance into the fringes of drowned escapes. I am an inch away to your measurement. Come now, take me and be my pilgrim..."

"The feeling"

"To spare it a pause lighter than shadow, bright as this blink, red, harrowing within with a nose the every intensity of twnty breaking glass: forbidding muffling, open as an opened, uncured scab, rending, too, the laying about of the cruel, is good"

"what to make of cottons if i flow out in air without sound remains vague. What you want me not to do makes me, sends them, and gives up into another form of no. Strangle india, thank not the way yopu give way to muslims but on how and not on why you made all the riot sound like home-0spun cloth."

"Gandhi.."

"Like smoke my feet read a lost trail."

The Vulgars Who Knew The Truth and Lived: Kinatay Reviewed

Jessica Zafra/Newsweek/Brillante Mendoza's "Kinatay":

"Brillante Mendoza's film Kinatay(Slaughtered) is so grim and gruesome that it didn't even divide audiences and critics when it screened at Cannes last month; it united them in hatred and disgust. Shot on film and video, the Philippine director's latest offering is about a young police cadet who finds himself participating in the grisly murder of a prostitute. Stark and unrelenting, it presents torture, rape and mutilation in a manner reminiscent of snuff movies. Viewers booed it and reviewers described it as "horrible"; the American critic Roger Ebert pronounced it the worst film ever to screen at the festival."

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In a market:

"How long shall dis ax last? The blowing decor, its crash attacks, a hugging rig, stomaching in pains, Full of faces in near-death patterns mode has it seen lizards?Broken down into pieces shells of corns? Has it burnt seeds flakes?Flaked up,wouldnt it be as one with bigs, devouring lashes, laced up from bolts decor? A decorum. Will pangs break it?As a bite sits or sets afloat in dark dust river, shall it commence, a wavering daring dash of consistencies?Patterns paternal. Whoever makes it can it not eat itself?Shattering shines of lucid, honest flickers..."

In the preacher's home:
"turn me inisde out, buddy. Is it my body ur trying to get some innards from?Was strucute-based spit noe enough for you? Hasn't it been to your liking?Then turn me inside out now. Let's see
whose blood flows out of the skin first. Jaging, jaging...Bring me there and make my body the edge of its sinking, a random hoover, it's better than me, dont u think..."

On the skin inside the head of a surgeon's patient:
"trade in the bionics for flesh quids/fish traps devour souls by the minute/exhausts. Fortunate dwellers in a couple of days/escape? Get things fout of the cabin/trade in the basics. Deceased are the dogs.One hundred dark dry chicken skins become fresh squids, painless, worn/out, rotten, in the dark..."

On the walls of a baby's crib
"the lack of rhymes, get by, get by,"

In a rapist's home:
"He was given a bag of goods he was supposed to consume by tuesday night. It contains paste, stale gourd and half a pund canned buffalo meat. It will be eaten raw, raw, raw, raw tonight.s"

On a memo:
"You take a fragment by fragment slack. Deny the overturn and cast. Slay everyone's pets. Lay down some sort of second kick. You take a fragment by fragment defragmentation. A nation is less than two."