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"He slept that night in his own country and he had a dream wherein he saw God's pilgrims laboring upon a darkened verge in the last of the twilight of that day and they seemed to be returning from some deep enterprise that was not of war nor were they yet in flight but rather seemed coming from some labor to which perhaps these and all other things stood subjugate."
The Crossing, Cormac McCarthy


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zachlinder: Every day of my life. I literally RUN out of theatres with my ears plugged if I liked a movie, because I don’t want to hear stupid things heard about it. 

zachlinder:

Every day of my life.

I literally RUN out of theatres with my ears plugged if I liked a movie, because I don’t want to hear stupid things heard about it. 

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Procrastination Theatre: December 25, 2011 I bought this for the Boyfriend for Christmas, with great difficulty: it had sold out in two different places, which I think has to be the first time in a while that a Woody Allen movie has sold out in mass. Anyway, we watched this with his parents on Christmas Day, and unsurprisingly they loved it. It’s such a fucking likeable movie. It took Owen Wilson to make the neurotic Woody Allen protagonist not neurotic at all, but just impulsive and loveable. In every other Woody Allen movie, you only half-sympathize with the protagonist because you know that he’s also a little crazy and that his girlfriend/wife is definitely half-right; in this one, there’s no ambiguity, due completely to Owen Wilson’s flawless occupation of the Woody Allen protagonist role. 

Procrastination Theatre: December 25, 2011

I bought this for the Boyfriend for Christmas, with great difficulty: it had sold out in two different places, which I think has to be the first time in a while that a Woody Allen movie has sold out in mass. Anyway, we watched this with his parents on Christmas Day, and unsurprisingly they loved it. It’s such a fucking likeable movie. It took Owen Wilson to make the neurotic Woody Allen protagonist not neurotic at all, but just impulsive and loveable. In every other Woody Allen movie, you only half-sympathize with the protagonist because you know that he’s also a little crazy and that his girlfriend/wife is definitely half-right; in this one, there’s no ambiguity, due completely to Owen Wilson’s flawless occupation of the Woody Allen protagonist role. 

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clubmonaco: Annie Hall Prints Annie Hall is one of our all time favorite films. This print is exceptionally charming. -Matchbook Magazine

clubmonaco:

Annie Hall Prints

Annie Hall is one of our all time favorite films. This print is exceptionally charming. -Matchbook Magazine

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Procrastination Theatre: June 11, 2011 Because Tumblr is not the best at keeping secrets, I knew what was going to happen at midnight in Paris before I went to see the movie. The Boyfriend, however, did not, and I shushed anyone who came close to mentioning it before the movie started. Which meant that when the dapper young man introduces himself as Scott Fitzgerald with his wife Zelda, the look on the Boyfriend’s face was pure joy and delight. It was a beautiful thing. Not surprisingly, we loved it. It feels good to see such a fresh cast in a Woody Allen movie, and one that is up for the challenge of such a fresh, uncumbered script. I loved the playfulness, the hopefulness, both of which Owen Wilson perfectly embodied. Sometimes Woody Allen gets caught up in his own neuroses to the extent that you feel smothered (at least in his more recent work), and it’s no longer funny the way it’s supposed to be. Michael Sheen and Rachel McAdams made terrible people and things funny in the perfect way. And I’m not even talking about the literary angle yet. Which was delightful. Apparently I’m now going to read Hemingway and enjoy it (I feel a little conned, but it was too good a performance to not give into.) Midnight in Paris is magical because it meets and talks about Fitzgerald and Hemingway and Stein not the way Paul (Michael Sheen) would, but the way someone who really has given themselves up to literature and made themselves vulnerable to it does -like old friends, poking fun and getting drunk together. It was lovely. Also lovely was the unfolding of the nostalgic past, and all the erroneous versions of history that Nietzsche would have loved to lecture us about. One final thing: the Boyfriend had a very clever thought. He mentioned when we got home that he wished we’d have met Faulkner, but that, after all, Gil Pender (Wilson’s character) is an oft-drunk writer who’s trying to break free of the commercialism of Hollywood screenwriting. In other words, we did get a Faulkner proxy throughout the whole thing.

Procrastination Theatre: June 11, 2011

Because Tumblr is not the best at keeping secrets, I knew what was going to happen at midnight in Paris before I went to see the movie. The Boyfriend, however, did not, and I shushed anyone who came close to mentioning it before the movie started. Which meant that when the dapper young man introduces himself as Scott Fitzgerald with his wife Zelda, the look on the Boyfriend’s face was pure joy and delight. It was a beautiful thing.

Not surprisingly, we loved it. It feels good to see such a fresh cast in a Woody Allen movie, and one that is up for the challenge of such a fresh, uncumbered script. I loved the playfulness, the hopefulness, both of which Owen Wilson perfectly embodied. Sometimes Woody Allen gets caught up in his own neuroses to the extent that you feel smothered (at least in his more recent work), and it’s no longer funny the way it’s supposed to be. Michael Sheen and Rachel McAdams made terrible people and things funny in the perfect way. And I’m not even talking about the literary angle yet.

Which was delightful. Apparently I’m now going to read Hemingway and enjoy it (I feel a little conned, but it was too good a performance to not give into.) Midnight in Paris is magical because it meets and talks about Fitzgerald and Hemingway and Stein not the way Paul (Michael Sheen) would, but the way someone who really has given themselves up to literature and made themselves vulnerable to it does -like old friends, poking fun and getting drunk together. It was lovely. Also lovely was the unfolding of the nostalgic past, and all the erroneous versions of history that Nietzsche would have loved to lecture us about.

One final thing: the Boyfriend had a very clever thought. He mentioned when we got home that he wished we’d have met Faulkner, but that, after all, Gil Pender (Wilson’s character) is an oft-drunk writer who’s trying to break free of the commercialism of Hollywood screenwriting. In other words, we did get a Faulkner proxy throughout the whole thing.

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I ask Allen if he agrees with the lines he wrote for Gertrude Stein in the film, in which she states that the job of the artist is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence. “I don’t know if I believe that myself,” he replies. “That’s all easy enough to attribute to a character in a movie, and one could make a case for that — that the job of the artist is to show why life, despite all its horror and brutality, is worth living and is a valuable thing. But one could also take the position that it’s not the job of the artist to do anything at all — just to make the best art that he can, because art gives pleasure and pleasure gives distraction, and distraction is the only thing that gets us by, really.” Woody Allen Interview - LA Weekly This is a must-see for the Boyfriend and I now. He hates Gertrude Stein the way I hate James Joyce.

I ask Allen if he agrees with the lines he wrote for Gertrude Stein in the film, in which she states that the job of the artist is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence. “I don’t know if I believe that myself,” he replies. “That’s all easy enough to attribute to a character in a movie, and one could make a case for that — that the job of the artist is to show why life, despite all its horror and brutality, is worth living and is a valuable thing. But one could also take the position that it’s not the job of the artist to do anything at all — just to make the best art that he can, because art gives pleasure and pleasure gives distraction, and distraction is the only thing that gets us by, really.” Woody Allen Interview - LA Weekly

This is a must-see for the Boyfriend and I now. He hates Gertrude Stein the way I hate James Joyce.

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Procrastination Theatre: March 8, 2011 I think I’m going to have to cut myself off from Woody Allen for a bit. I just enjoyed Manhattan Murder Mystery  so much. And this - well, this was technically a very smart movie about intimacy, once again, but it didn’t have any fun or life to it the way MMM did. Also, is it just me, or is Mia Farrow actually super insufferable in these movies? I loved Rosemary’s Baby, but she’s just … she’s like nails on a chalkboard to me in Woody Allen’s films. Same with Judy Davis. Same with Sydney Pollack. Everyone….everyone but Liam Neeson and Juliette Lewis. It was just a very harsh movie, I guess. I’ll try to be smarter with the next movie, but for now: Woody Allen moratorium.

Procrastination Theatre: March 8, 2011

I think I’m going to have to cut myself off from Woody Allen for a bit. I just enjoyed Manhattan Murder Mystery  so much. And this - well, this was technically a very smart movie about intimacy, once again, but it didn’t have any fun or life to it the way MMM did. Also, is it just me, or is Mia Farrow actually super insufferable in these movies? I loved Rosemary’s Baby, but she’s just … she’s like nails on a chalkboard to me in Woody Allen’s films. Same with Judy Davis. Same with Sydney Pollack. Everyone….everyone but Liam Neeson and Juliette Lewis. It was just a very harsh movie, I guess. I’ll try to be smarter with the next movie, but for now: Woody Allen moratorium.

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Procrastination Theatre: March 3, 2011 After enjoying Manhattan Murder Mystery as much as I did, this really disappointed me. Maybe Woody Allen is most boring when he only does sex without any sort of genre informing his discussion of it. Except then, what about Annie Hall? I don’t know. Anyway, I found this generally weak. Maybe it’s because he left New York. Actually, that could be it.

Procrastination Theatre: March 3, 2011

After enjoying Manhattan Murder Mystery as much as I did, this really disappointed me. Maybe Woody Allen is most boring when he only does sex without any sort of genre informing his discussion of it. Except then, what about Annie Hall? I don’t know. Anyway, I found this generally weak. Maybe it’s because he left New York. Actually, that could be it.

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Procrastination Theatre: February 24, 2011 The ethos that Woody Allen manages to capture in New York in the late 1970s and 1980s is a remarkable one. This particular movie (1992) falls at the tail-end of this, but I was so very charmed by it, and also struck by the possibility that the best directors are, like the best books, historically specific, and that when their historical moment passes, so too does that particular spark and perfection of their movies. Woody still makes good movies, but no one is charmed by them the way they are by Diane Keaton and Anjelica Huston in Manhattan in the 1970s and 1980s. I enjoyed this so much, you guys - all the clever little twists of intimacy and narration as Diane Keaton is convinced that there is a murderer next door and her husband, Woody Allen, disagrees while their divorced friend, Alan Alda, does not. Really perfection.

Procrastination Theatre: February 24, 2011

The ethos that Woody Allen manages to capture in New York in the late 1970s and 1980s is a remarkable one. This particular movie (1992) falls at the tail-end of this, but I was so very charmed by it, and also struck by the possibility that the best directors are, like the best books, historically specific, and that when their historical moment passes, so too does that particular spark and perfection of their movies. Woody still makes good movies, but no one is charmed by them the way they are by Diane Keaton and Anjelica Huston in Manhattan in the 1970s and 1980s.

I enjoyed this so much, you guys - all the clever little twists of intimacy and narration as Diane Keaton is convinced that there is a murderer next door and her husband, Woody Allen, disagrees while their divorced friend, Alan Alda, does not. Really perfection.

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