Heading down the treacherous forest of good and evil, we come across some stinkers, heroes and plain ole dullness through this journey. First stop we see the greatest action film of the decade in The Raid along with it's sequel. Then we hit the second civil war in Predators. Inception shows that Freddy isn't the only one who can enter your dreams. Outrage comes as the most underrated trilogy of the decade. After a back and forth with family and derivative action movies in the early 2000s, the Rock is finally enthroned as a king of action. Danny Trejo kills and Kills Again. We see the full toll of what it takes to wear the mantle of the Bat in Dark Knight Rises and just what it did to Ben Affleck's actual life. Ghostface returns. Ryan Gosling Drives. Tom Cruise resurgence and becomes master of stunts. Liam Neeson takes on all comers including wolves. Marvel becomes a Goldmine. The Expendable kicks ass and takes names. I saw The Devil shows how vengeance is really done. A Ceasar reclaims power. Bullhead for best foreign film. Hannibal Lector takes on demon possessions. Here comes Blumhouse Horror: Insidious, The Conjuring, The Nun, Annabelle. X-men and Wolverine continue their ups and down until Deadpool and Logan save the day. Fast and Furious goes big. Xander Cage is resurrected. Prometheus returns Aliens to glory. Bond, James Bond lives on. Jamie Foxx faces slave owners. Welcome to the Punch a must see cool action flick. Place Beyond the Pines show Legacy. Mike Banning becomes the terrorist killer. Mad Max Fury Road is too crazy for Mel Gibson. Jurassic Park finally becomes cool. Spotlight on the rapy priest. Terminator never dies. Benicio Del Toro is the best Sicario of the decade. The Revenant is Leo's time. The King of Monsters returns. Martin scores big in Wolf of Wall Street. Don't mess with the Gone Girl. John Wick Phenomenon begins. Nightcrawlers go the distance. Don't read the Baba..dook...dook...dook. It's Follows you. Cloverfield becomes more. The Green Room plays rough. Beauty is flesh in The Neon Demon. Don't Breathe when robbingt the blind. Rogue One, the last hope of Star Wars. The Founder rips off the founders. Get Out, the worse coming soon. Katniss becomes Mother! They all float down here. Dekker returns. Robert Pattinson has a Good Time. There's Hostiles everywhere. The best Game Night ever. A Quiet Place makes a lot of noise. Family dramas, rituals, and cults make a delicious meal in Hereditary and Midsommar. Nic Cage?!?!?!?! Upgrade is not the better venom film, it's just a far superior film. Crazy Rich Asians delights. Searching for your daughter brings dangerous results. Birds of Passage, so there are still good gangster movies being made. Don't mess with the Dogman. I am a Believer of the 2010s. Vice brings dark into the light. Am I still me or a tethered. I'll ask Ma. Ready or Not here comes a sacrifice. It's two against the world in Queen & Slim. But why so serious? Take a nap and call Doctor Sleep.
Ohhhh Noooooo!!! I've slept too long and gone into the Further, where all the evil trash dwells. Slowly, slowly I'll traverse this wicked place. Ah, The Great Gatsby, the first movie that bored me to sleep. Zero Dark Dullness. The Lone Ranger dies. Creed is just an excuse for more Rocky. Taken 3 takes it's last breath. BrightBurn is all flavor without texture. Hawkeye fails to live up to Bourne. Spider-man runs out of ideas. Halloween becomes the Laugh Factory. Brad Pitt and zombies do not go well together. I want to remember how bad Fantastic Four was but Antman keeps coming up. There is no Independence Day without Will Smith. Kong is no King. Eventually, like all cycles, the MCU enters the stage of mediocrity money grabbers.
Woooo!! Made it out. I saw a path that lead to Once Upon a time...…. but I believe in using time than wasting it. I'm home and rested. Ready for 2020. There's a Japanese ghost with a grudge at my door. So long.
Saturday, December 28, 2019
Sunday, December 15, 2019
NO PLACE FOR CRITICISM
Separating art from politics, critiquing based on messages, images should, what to say, the time spent...etc.
There are loads of topics concerning this "lost art" of criticism. This is the problem, that's the problem, developed out of a variety of perspectives. Ironically, the artist, author, creator, the key of it all has been taken around the back and put out to pasture with a bullet to the back of the head, making art into a self-serving tool for image edification and creating clever speech, a tool of a fool. There's no longer a difference between a critic and a average moviegoer.
True art will always belong to the artist, which should be discovered by the audience. The sense of sharing has been diminishing by the capitalistic culture of calling art pieces just another product, like a disposable plastic toy in a dollar store. A sole purpose to only entertain and nothing more. You see this in the critic/audience's taste for more committee based, packaged cheese-like, catered material.
For the transformation of critic to basic audience member, I think the blame largely goes to Roger Ebert with his crusading, Napoleon-like conquest of spewed venom of the first cycle of horror slashers in the 1980's. Criticism became apart of the self movement; a field to edify one's ego by sounding smart by taking someone else's expression of themselves. Mainstream imitates audiences and audiences imitates mainstream. A Have It Your Way mentality. An average moviegoer, about 1 to 15 movies a year, believe that the skill of analyzing, interpreting and comprehension comes naturally. There's a difference between knowing story structure and exploring what the author is trying to say through his/her story.
The art is for the artist. A piece of the creator's flesh and soul poured out to be discovered and challenge on. With this separation of art and politics, it's leaves the work void and becomes just another object of apathy. What's being desired is a piece of work without a bloody, beating heart that the viewer can sink their teeth into. There needs to be a practice of empathy, humility, and patience through accepting the creator. A three hour long comic book event film is not a practice of patience but of self indulgence. Business being tied to criticism has now become the art, where the presence of the creator no longer exist.
There is no lack of originality or creativity. It only looks that way because there is a detrimental lack of worth for the artist, while the over-hyped over respected, big toe producers and plain-minded suits, looking for the fastest buck. Don't get me wrong, restraint on a artist is very necessary, but what's being done isn't restraint but silence and the audience puts the nail on the seal of the artist's soul. With that said, the agenda to silence the artist has been an ongoing life long battle against expressing distinction. We're in a world where sameness is forced down the throat, turning people into uniform-like pod people.
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There are loads of topics concerning this "lost art" of criticism. This is the problem, that's the problem, developed out of a variety of perspectives. Ironically, the artist, author, creator, the key of it all has been taken around the back and put out to pasture with a bullet to the back of the head, making art into a self-serving tool for image edification and creating clever speech, a tool of a fool. There's no longer a difference between a critic and a average moviegoer.
True art will always belong to the artist, which should be discovered by the audience. The sense of sharing has been diminishing by the capitalistic culture of calling art pieces just another product, like a disposable plastic toy in a dollar store. A sole purpose to only entertain and nothing more. You see this in the critic/audience's taste for more committee based, packaged cheese-like, catered material.
For the transformation of critic to basic audience member, I think the blame largely goes to Roger Ebert with his crusading, Napoleon-like conquest of spewed venom of the first cycle of horror slashers in the 1980's. Criticism became apart of the self movement; a field to edify one's ego by sounding smart by taking someone else's expression of themselves. Mainstream imitates audiences and audiences imitates mainstream. A Have It Your Way mentality. An average moviegoer, about 1 to 15 movies a year, believe that the skill of analyzing, interpreting and comprehension comes naturally. There's a difference between knowing story structure and exploring what the author is trying to say through his/her story.
The art is for the artist. A piece of the creator's flesh and soul poured out to be discovered and challenge on. With this separation of art and politics, it's leaves the work void and becomes just another object of apathy. What's being desired is a piece of work without a bloody, beating heart that the viewer can sink their teeth into. There needs to be a practice of empathy, humility, and patience through accepting the creator. A three hour long comic book event film is not a practice of patience but of self indulgence. Business being tied to criticism has now become the art, where the presence of the creator no longer exist.
There is no lack of originality or creativity. It only looks that way because there is a detrimental lack of worth for the artist, while the over-hyped over respected, big toe producers and plain-minded suits, looking for the fastest buck. Don't get me wrong, restraint on a artist is very necessary, but what's being done isn't restraint but silence and the audience puts the nail on the seal of the artist's soul. With that said, the agenda to silence the artist has been an ongoing life long battle against expressing distinction. We're in a world where sameness is forced down the throat, turning people into uniform-like pod people.
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Sunday, February 17, 2019
Blood Business
Book On Sale
Blood Business
By: Randy Williams
A young serial killer, eventually, loses his urge to kill. Tommy tries to live a civilized life but realizes he's good at only one thing. So, he decides to take up a career in contract killing. Turning the big 30, he learns of a major contract. As he embarks on his quest for the prize, he learns his unsubtle behavior is very challenging in the subtle business of assassins
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