I actually am about four stories away from finishing this but I’m just done with it. The ‘Neil Pollock’ persona is a decent joke but it wears thin and lacks the nuance to sustain its one note for the whole novella. A far superior example of exploring a mythic alter-ego-type character can be found in Carson Mell’s ‘Chonto’.
My two most anticipated entertainments this summer/year made by two super gentlemen and terrific class acts.
Love the DFW bits, would be fine without any Lipsky interjections.
Although it was weird in a way that is barely quantifiable, Upstream makes sense to me. It seems like all the pertinent info is there on the screen. I loved it.
I laughed out loud during the ‘Everytime’ sequence but that was the only response I had. It looked okay but that movie just wasn’t for me.
The Barbers from “Coming To America”
Now available as a print or poster.
Or postcard! To send to your friend in Queens or Zamunda
Coming to America was one of my first favorite movies. I think I saw it when I was 7. My parents were really (thankfully) laissez-faire when it came to content I was allowed to see. I don’t remember any media being censored in the house. (Except one time my dad got it in his head that I shouldn’t see 8mm for some reason. I did anyway but he was weird about it)
Anyway, Coming to America and a VHS collection of the Best of Eddie Murphy SNL were rented very often in my elementary days.
I really respect the scope of it and the ambition but 24 hours later, I don’t think I dug it.
It felt a little too pat in its Iñárritu-ness. Nothing really surprised me. Not that it HAD to surprise me. James Grey mentions in his commentary for We Own The Night that there’s no shame in identifying the archetypes of cops and robbers and working within that framework and I totally agree with him. But this film felt vaguely tired and uninspired.
The performances were solid and it looked great, it was just a kinda meh script.
The ‘ride like lightning, crash like thunder’ line was way too hokey.
When it comes to a wretched hive of scum and villainy, the Schenectady police department has got Mos Eisley beat. (I’m so disgusted with myself)