Oh That Buñuel, So Deliciously Perverse
As I sit here in twitterpating anticipation of Mike's arrival into Madrid tomorrow, and as my usual dose of neurosis and lack of witty and/or snarky remarks leaves me without any terribly interesting news or well-crafted stories to tell, today I write about film.
My Carlos Saura obsession has, oddly enough, led to something much more provocative and bizarre: Buñuel. Needless-to-say, my eyes nearly glued to the screen everytime I watch a film, I decided to take up the task of viewing his entire filmography (or, at least, what the Filmoteca has in their collection). Today's viewing: Ensayo de un crimen (1955). A masterpiece which has continued to sustain my latest craze. The obsession, at first, began with the eye:
I'll leave it here, since I don't want to bore you all. Just a sugesstion: the next time you go to rent a movie and can't think of that one title you've meaning to rent forever, but never write down and for some reason never seem to see at the video store anyway...well, try this one on for size, it just might knock your socks off...or your wooden leg (wink wink, JD)!!!
posted by Patty @ 6:54 AM
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There's been something of a trend recently in the Japanese cinema dealing with sorts of almost medically detached torture. The magnum opus, in my opinion, is a rather perverse movie called Audition, that honestly even thinking about it freaks me out. Strangely enough, I would even put the Japanese Ring in this category as well, though not for the torture reason. Another that comes to mind: Uzamaki. So get head out to your video stores, or torrentspy, if you're like me.
Glad to see that the eyeball-slicing moment from Un chien andalou is readily available on the internet, babycakes. And I'm also glad to see that Nicholas' accelerating Nipponization continues to erode his English grammar, at an almost alarming rate. Phraseology aside, what, dear N., is "torrentspy"?
I'm a little worried about myself, and here's why. When I first got to know Patty, Jon, et al, my thoughts on Spain were: "It can't possibly be as weird as it seems to be, delightful though Patty's and Jon's obsessions are. I mean, this is still Europe, right?" Now that I've heard lots more about Spain, and am now actually in Madrid (albeit only for 24 hours), I am sorry to say that albeit very gradually, it is all starting to make a terrible and hilarious kind of sense.
In hindsight, that post does sound like the diseased ramblings of a 16 year old girl who just had her first date with the captain of the football team: "he's so dreamy..."
As for torrentspy... l2google, n00b.
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