I admit, it's not the most pungent, fresh, exciting and palatable topic, but it's the one I chose to write on. Why? Because I am dominated by food and cannot think of anything BUT food, even when I read stories about a clerk-turned-beetle-turned-compost. In 'The Hunger Artist' ('Der Hungerkünstler'), the starving artist is fed my breakfast when he leaves the cage after 40 days fasting. Not really MY breakfast, but the breakfast I had today. A sort of soupy, semolina pudding with milk and maple syrup (of course Kafka did not have the genius to add the maple syrup - was there any in 1915 Prague??). I love sweet, soupy breakfasts like porridge, pudding, grits, milk rice and semolina, so Kafka's story slightly backfired when I read it. Instead of being disgusted, I actually thought - yum.
I just finished an essay on Babel, and again realize how much I hate the movie. I always have. The first time I saw it, it did not ring the usual 'auteur-film' bells, I was deeply unimpressed. Poppa Pitt with a melancholic expression carrying Elizabeth (I and II) through the Moroccan desert. How tacky can a film be? (I suppose that question was answered with Benjamin Button).
I like the various 'voices' of the movie, the different languages and especially the Japanese bit of it that reminds me of Lost In Translation, in a good way. I even appreciate the Moroccan desert panorama shots, though usually, I despise docu-styly movies hoping to impress with epic images. BUT Brad Pitt as anything but Brad Pitt??????? I quite like him as Joe Black, appreciate his Tyler Durden, love Rusty Ryan - but Richard Jones???? There are other ways of coping with midlife crisis (cf Tom Cruise, Johnny Depp). Was there no pirate-movie casting at the time? Was there no crap action film script lying at Brad's bedside?
I should probably do some proof reading or research my Kafka piece, because my blood pressure rises every time I think about potential casting choices for Richard Jones (along with splitting the movie into four different features).
I just finished an essay on Babel, and again realize how much I hate the movie. I always have. The first time I saw it, it did not ring the usual 'auteur-film' bells, I was deeply unimpressed. Poppa Pitt with a melancholic expression carrying Elizabeth (I and II) through the Moroccan desert. How tacky can a film be? (I suppose that question was answered with Benjamin Button).
I like the various 'voices' of the movie, the different languages and especially the Japanese bit of it that reminds me of Lost In Translation, in a good way. I even appreciate the Moroccan desert panorama shots, though usually, I despise docu-styly movies hoping to impress with epic images. BUT Brad Pitt as anything but Brad Pitt??????? I quite like him as Joe Black, appreciate his Tyler Durden, love Rusty Ryan - but Richard Jones???? There are other ways of coping with midlife crisis (cf Tom Cruise, Johnny Depp). Was there no pirate-movie casting at the time? Was there no crap action film script lying at Brad's bedside?
I should probably do some proof reading or research my Kafka piece, because my blood pressure rises every time I think about potential casting choices for Richard Jones (along with splitting the movie into four different features).
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