The Token Awkward Start

Okay.
So...recently some people have been taken some interest (believe it or not) in what I've been posting up about what I have to say (aka bitch) about random movies I've seen.
Then I got the recomendation to write a blog...which I dismissed immediately and without thought...I mean, I dunno, the whole blog idea has always turned me off.
However, a persistant certain someone (yes, you know who you are, and you better be fucking reading this because this is your doing) pointed it would be convieniant to have everything togetherand sorted instead of randomly posted on the internet, saved on my computer, written on my school books, and on scraps of paper beside my bed....yah, I'm not so organized.
And she had a good point (for once XD)
So, my plan is to slowly start collecting the random posts and scribbles that have accumulated over the years... o.0 god, this will be quite the task.
Anyway, this is so fucked...I feel like I'm talking to myself...it's bad enough that I bicker with myself in my mind, but now I'm actually putting in on paper (or text) and its just concrete proof that I need a life.
Oh and Jo, Imma bitch a little more about The Departed...cause I know how much you despise that movie ;)

Thursday, June 3, 2010

An Andalusian Dog

I'd heard a lot about this film...most specifically, the ever famous opening scene of a woman getting her eye sliced open. For me, eyes are my weakness...something about eyeballs being disturbed in any way I find really, well, disturbing....
Anyway, this is a fifteen minute short film made in 1929 by two French dudes...i think :/ well, the one was French for sure
I don't even think I could begin to summarize the events that happen in this film...the time jumps around constantly and the events are random, bizarre and compelling...
We start off with the woman getting her eye sliced open, we jump in time a bit , eight years I think...and we got anwoman watching out a window as a man just falls over on his bike :/
then ants start crawling out of this guys palms, which apparenty in France is some sort of representation of 'itching to kill'.
Down on the street, we see a severed hand, which an old woman pokes repetitively with her cane...until they put it in a box, then the chick holding it gets hit by a car.
Bam, we're back in the room with the lady and the man, he starts to get all sexual, she resists, gives in, then runs away...
In his attempt to catch her the man drags two pianos with the ten commandments hanging off, dead rotting donkeys stuck inside, and two baffled looking priests dragging behind...
We jump in time a bit more, see the woman happy on the beach with a man, walking and skipping...another time jump and we find them buried to their chests, in sand, apparently dead...
So, I'm not really sure your supposed to fully understand what's going on, it lacks a plot, and I think if you try and fgure it out, your making a mistake...
By all means, go for it...but I'm happy with it being a shocking and entertaining 16 minutes that all takes place in a bunch of dream-like scenes...
And surprisingly...even though this film is over 75 years old...it really doesn't seem like it. Two of the most obvious themes I could pick out from what I was given was love and death...simple, broad, and ageless.

8.6/10

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