The Dream-like Versus Reality

The Beacon Theater, October 10 -- I found myself, with a friend, at the hands of dreamily unforgettable musical experience: PJ Harvey live. As she played her classic songs from Dry, Rid Of Me, and more, that strong, blatantly emotional Harvey was there; yet what I did not expect was that ability to contrast that with her newest masterpiece, White Chalk. It was a mesmerizingly surreal contrast of old and new, dark and light; it seemed the only breather was among each song. A whole new side was revealed. (Slant Magazine's article on the concert, by Sal Cinquemani, is definitely meant for a great read. Also on the forum, you'll find my comments and more.)

In the "real world", below there's a review for 12:08 East of Bucharest, one of the greatest releases of the year so far. Soon, after this heavy amount of school work, a review for the abortion documentary Lake of Fire as well as that culminant New York Film Festival article will appear.

Rated R

Not even a week of blogging and already an "R" Rating. I think I might have said hell too many times; or was it death? -- oh well. Screw you, justsayhi.

In other news, Below, a film also rated R, you'll find a review for In the Valley of Elah, Paul Haggis' newest film.

Review Overload/Cin-o-matic

Given that you can already see the same logo on one of the bars on the left, I think it's no longer necessary to share my opinion: that it is the best damn movie site on the web. (Better than Yahoo, Metacritic and etc...) As an editor of the site, I simply just like to pass it around and have people, at the very least, just give it a look; people often underrate it via the fact that "it only started in 2004" or other similarly idiotic reasonings. Anyway, enjoy!


(And below you'll find somewhat of a review overload of both films just on DVD and films still somewhat in theaters.)

Film Criticism, The Man From London

A few great links on if Film Criticism is truly worthless (by Paul Schrodt, over at The Stranger Song ) and Béla Tarr's latest near- masterwork, The Man From London (by Keith Uhlich over at The House Next Door):

Is Film Criticism Worthless? , By Paul Schrodt

The Man From London, By Keith Uhlich

Both links greatly express opinions on both matters, especially the former, which is an acute article that I bring up because I myself have run into such a situation. As Paul says, it's not worthless at all; even more so, I see it as an art. Keith Uhlich's article on Tarr's latest greatly expresses the film, as it truly is another near- masterwork, although not so much in the steps of both his masterpieces, Werckmeister Harmonies and Satantango.
(My take on it will also come up soon, as part of a culminant New York Film Festival article that I'm planning to do.)