So, from the last VVV, you may have noticed that it was entirely declared to a particular piece of work that I've made. Since I'd like to receive more feedback, I'll plug the collection and the post again. With that shameless regurgitation of a plug out of the way, let's get to the part that feels like I'm Patty and Selma boring you about mindless trivialities. Only with less smoking voice and ugliness.
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In the city that I live, we are currently going through the fog season. Now, I find fog kind of cool in the proper circumstances. It's grey and dull, sure, but there's a sense of calming neutrality and mystery to it that I really admire. And this is basically showing said feelings. I mean, just look at it, it's like faraway is Cloud City. It feels like I'm living on a floating isle, and I absolutely love that shit. That was a while ago, nowadays it's more the standard "everything you see is grey as hell". December will have some hardcore fog comin' through, it's the real deep shit.
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This is a nazi gobo that was used in my previous play. Said play was The 39 Steps, where I was one of two fools on a train selling lady's clothing to a man and the main antagonist, Professor Jordan. Last year was a blast with plays since I got to finally be a hammy villain in a hilarious comedy. I'd show you a picture of myself in said role, but I can't seem to locate one, so just imagine me with a gaudy vest and fez. I honestly don't know if other high-schools are as lenient on having plays saying swears (not damn-hell level, I mean like nigger-cunt levels), mention the sexy stuff or use this, even if it is in a humorous or satirical context, but I wouldn't have it any other way than with my balls-to-the-walls ambitious drama teacher/director.
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You know, I find myself bored a lot. And when I'm bored, I try to do interesting things. One of those things is trying to draw, but I'm pretty shit at it. I was alright at some point (especially with a mouse) but now I just let my words do the drawing. Still, I was tempted and I found a needle and stool and made this and the thing below...I'm surprised that down below the string had enough strength to hold the eraser. They aren't the heaviest thing ever, but for the string, it seemed it was gonna break. Some day, I'll use my bizarre boredom crafting abilities to create the ultimate piece of apathetic art.
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Speaking of boredom, guess what I bought recently....
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That's right! At some point in time, I'm going to make a paper clip sculpture out of golden paper clips. I'm not sure if for the other 500 regular ones if I'm gonna make five 100-piece works, or one huge 500-piece work, or if I'll make one of 100, and then a few of arbitrary numbers. The gold ones will all be used for one work though.
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And finally, I got this pocket watch. It isn't the first one I've obtained, but it's the coolest one I've gotten. I mean, look at it! It's so chic and steampunk, aaaaahhh! It's a shame this is no longer in style. Though it if was, I don't think I'd want to flash this bad boy around like I'm cock of the walk. I'll be mugged if I do that!
And for my final trick, I'll talk quickly about an album, a long film and then a short film!
You Are Not Real's The Sky Goes All The Way Down To The Ground
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Being that Superchops and I are in sync musically, he figured that he would know what kind of music from the outer reaches of Bandcamp would tickle my fancy. He decided to send me this album and I gave it a listen. I don't know what I was expecting, but I certainly got something that is similar to my tastes. See, I like experimental music, and even though I tend to call a lot of electronic music that because I suck at music genre classification, I can't shake the fact that it is wonderful. It's all the zaniness of taking acid and none of the guilt or legal problems! This satisfied in that front...sort of. Only two of their songs are really that trippy (Leaning Trees, Lynx), while the rest are alright, but nothing really psychedelic. With that said, Lynx is a strong track. It's got that feeling of being a delightful indie track at first, but it breaks down into this echoey, distant portion that seems to torment the listener as they tread deeper into the rabbit hole. It was very chilling and almost self-reflectional. I find that their eponymous album/EP shares more of the weird music factor that I'm looking for, but this wasn't a bad reccomendation. So thanks, Superchops.
Final Verdict: 3.5 out of 5 heavily saturated JPEGs. Worth the listen if you're into simple indie music that then throws a curveball out of nowhere.
Robert Rodriguez's MACHETE
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A while back I had made mention of this movie along with The Shawshank Redemption and the only correlation I have for the two is that you can shawshank someone with a machete if you don't like them. Now that I've watched it twice, I want to go into this movie. If you were expecting an absurd grindhouse-like experience, I'm pretty sure you'll get it with this. It has the right amount of comedic moments, sufficient big names, enough badass fights and more or less blood than the Virgin Mary on her flow. The problem with this film is that it has nothing else pushing it beyond the limit. I don't think it could have needed more laughs, the laughs it had was fair. Having more or less big names isn't an issue really, especially considering one of those names is Cheech Marin. The actors themselves actually did pretty well, and Trejo did what he needed to do to play Machete right. The action scenes were alright and it had some nice moments sprinkled through, but the end was the only point when they really went all out. I guess that makes sense, but I still find it weird that they were advertising She as if she was more prominent when all she has is a few minutes of the film. It had enough to push itself beyond the average pile though since what it needed did enough to keep me entertained. Plus, I love Don Johnson and I want to see him in more films as the bad guy. He fits the bill so damn well. I guess the only thing that I really didn't like was Steven Seagal playing the enemy, though it was weird seeing how well he pulled off the Mexican bit. I'm sure the sequel will up the ante...or at least the trailer will make it seem like so. I'll have to wait and see.
Final Verdict: 6.5 out 10 sharp objects. It's one of those times where "It's got an older Robert DeNiro" doesn't feel like you suckered someone into that the both of you will regret.
Brandon Polanco's Writer's Block
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As well all know, Bryan Cranston has been doing insanely well as the one who knocks. So it figures that there would be more interest in the bearded man. I, for one, still love the jokes involve his previous role in Malcolm in The Middle, but I'm surprised to hear he was in Seinfeld and Drive. My father, who I had somewhat convinced to watch the series, decided to show me a short film that he starred in. Since it also has to do with a burden that I've often faced, it was more intriguing. It was certainly embodying how it feels to be under that internal pressure where you don't know what else to say. Cranston does wonderful not only in the spoken lines, but in the more physical moments. I liked the arthouse approach it took at the end, and while I figured the ending was a cheap copout, the scene that preceeded it was among one of the most amazingly ambigious things I've ever seen. It also seemed like it was rife for exploiting. Despite being good as a short film and probably great as a short film done in an university, I feel like it suffered a bit from the scriptwriter's own writing b-oh my god. Fuck it, I take it back, this film is brilliant! It so much embodies the feeling of writer's block and how annoying and perplexing it can be for a writer that the writing itself resembles the detrimental effects. Sure, there was one part of the film that really didn't need to be there and was a waste of time, but when you're under that effect, you write shit like that! My god, it's amazing.
Final Verdict: 99,999 out of 100,000 words. That scene was still not needed, despite the ultimate fridge brilliance of the film itself.
Well, goodbye for now!
In the city that I live, we are currently going through the fog season. Now, I find fog kind of cool in the proper circumstances. It's grey and dull, sure, but there's a sense of calming neutrality and mystery to it that I really admire. And this is basically showing said feelings. I mean, just look at it, it's like faraway is Cloud City. It feels like I'm living on a floating isle, and I absolutely love that shit. That was a while ago, nowadays it's more the standard "everything you see is grey as hell". December will have some hardcore fog comin' through, it's the real deep shit.
This is a nazi gobo that was used in my previous play. Said play was The 39 Steps, where I was one of two fools on a train selling lady's clothing to a man and the main antagonist, Professor Jordan. Last year was a blast with plays since I got to finally be a hammy villain in a hilarious comedy. I'd show you a picture of myself in said role, but I can't seem to locate one, so just imagine me with a gaudy vest and fez. I honestly don't know if other high-schools are as lenient on having plays saying swears (not damn-hell level, I mean like nigger-cunt levels), mention the sexy stuff or use this, even if it is in a humorous or satirical context, but I wouldn't have it any other way than with my balls-to-the-walls ambitious drama teacher/director.
You know, I find myself bored a lot. And when I'm bored, I try to do interesting things. One of those things is trying to draw, but I'm pretty shit at it. I was alright at some point (especially with a mouse) but now I just let my words do the drawing. Still, I was tempted and I found a needle and stool and made this and the thing below...I'm surprised that down below the string had enough strength to hold the eraser. They aren't the heaviest thing ever, but for the string, it seemed it was gonna break. Some day, I'll use my bizarre boredom crafting abilities to create the ultimate piece of apathetic art.
Speaking of boredom, guess what I bought recently....
That's right! At some point in time, I'm going to make a paper clip sculpture out of golden paper clips. I'm not sure if for the other 500 regular ones if I'm gonna make five 100-piece works, or one huge 500-piece work, or if I'll make one of 100, and then a few of arbitrary numbers. The gold ones will all be used for one work though.
And finally, I got this pocket watch. It isn't the first one I've obtained, but it's the coolest one I've gotten. I mean, look at it! It's so chic and steampunk, aaaaahhh! It's a shame this is no longer in style. Though it if was, I don't think I'd want to flash this bad boy around like I'm cock of the walk. I'll be mugged if I do that!
And for my final trick, I'll talk quickly about an album, a long film and then a short film!
You Are Not Real's The Sky Goes All The Way Down To The Ground
Being that Superchops and I are in sync musically, he figured that he would know what kind of music from the outer reaches of Bandcamp would tickle my fancy. He decided to send me this album and I gave it a listen. I don't know what I was expecting, but I certainly got something that is similar to my tastes. See, I like experimental music, and even though I tend to call a lot of electronic music that because I suck at music genre classification, I can't shake the fact that it is wonderful. It's all the zaniness of taking acid and none of the guilt or legal problems! This satisfied in that front...sort of. Only two of their songs are really that trippy (Leaning Trees, Lynx), while the rest are alright, but nothing really psychedelic. With that said, Lynx is a strong track. It's got that feeling of being a delightful indie track at first, but it breaks down into this echoey, distant portion that seems to torment the listener as they tread deeper into the rabbit hole. It was very chilling and almost self-reflectional. I find that their eponymous album/EP shares more of the weird music factor that I'm looking for, but this wasn't a bad reccomendation. So thanks, Superchops.
Final Verdict: 3.5 out of 5 heavily saturated JPEGs. Worth the listen if you're into simple indie music that then throws a curveball out of nowhere.
Robert Rodriguez's MACHETE
A while back I had made mention of this movie along with The Shawshank Redemption and the only correlation I have for the two is that you can shawshank someone with a machete if you don't like them. Now that I've watched it twice, I want to go into this movie. If you were expecting an absurd grindhouse-like experience, I'm pretty sure you'll get it with this. It has the right amount of comedic moments, sufficient big names, enough badass fights and more or less blood than the Virgin Mary on her flow. The problem with this film is that it has nothing else pushing it beyond the limit. I don't think it could have needed more laughs, the laughs it had was fair. Having more or less big names isn't an issue really, especially considering one of those names is Cheech Marin. The actors themselves actually did pretty well, and Trejo did what he needed to do to play Machete right. The action scenes were alright and it had some nice moments sprinkled through, but the end was the only point when they really went all out. I guess that makes sense, but I still find it weird that they were advertising She as if she was more prominent when all she has is a few minutes of the film. It had enough to push itself beyond the average pile though since what it needed did enough to keep me entertained. Plus, I love Don Johnson and I want to see him in more films as the bad guy. He fits the bill so damn well. I guess the only thing that I really didn't like was Steven Seagal playing the enemy, though it was weird seeing how well he pulled off the Mexican bit. I'm sure the sequel will up the ante...or at least the trailer will make it seem like so. I'll have to wait and see.
Final Verdict: 6.5 out 10 sharp objects. It's one of those times where "It's got an older Robert DeNiro" doesn't feel like you suckered someone into that the both of you will regret.
Brandon Polanco's Writer's Block
As well all know, Bryan Cranston has been doing insanely well as the one who knocks. So it figures that there would be more interest in the bearded man. I, for one, still love the jokes involve his previous role in Malcolm in The Middle, but I'm surprised to hear he was in Seinfeld and Drive. My father, who I had somewhat convinced to watch the series, decided to show me a short film that he starred in. Since it also has to do with a burden that I've often faced, it was more intriguing. It was certainly embodying how it feels to be under that internal pressure where you don't know what else to say. Cranston does wonderful not only in the spoken lines, but in the more physical moments. I liked the arthouse approach it took at the end, and while I figured the ending was a cheap copout, the scene that preceeded it was among one of the most amazingly ambigious things I've ever seen. It also seemed like it was rife for exploiting. Despite being good as a short film and probably great as a short film done in an university, I feel like it suffered a bit from the scriptwriter's own writing b-oh my god. Fuck it, I take it back, this film is brilliant! It so much embodies the feeling of writer's block and how annoying and perplexing it can be for a writer that the writing itself resembles the detrimental effects. Sure, there was one part of the film that really didn't need to be there and was a waste of time, but when you're under that effect, you write shit like that! My god, it's amazing.
Final Verdict: 99,999 out of 100,000 words. That scene was still not needed, despite the ultimate fridge brilliance of the film itself.
Well, goodbye for now!