Museum Hours makes the paintings of Pieter Bruegel the Elder a focal point, and if you have a familiarity with Jem Cohen’s films it makes all the sense in the world that he would be an admirer. Bruegel’s landscapes and peasant scenes pull out the beauty hiding in the mundanity, the humanity in the presence of inhumanity, and Cohen seeks the same things.
In 2004's Chain it’s suburban sprawl, for better and worse finding refuge in motels, fast food and…
i fell in love with how quiet, breezy, dreamlike this is while still being so full of things to say. Ed Harris' character Jimmy is an unassuming newspaper man, a good guy who makes a poor choice and ends up strung along by a major local figure. once the wheels of politics start to roll downhill he puts everything on the line to jam a stick in the spokes; protect the people he cares about, preserve what precious little natural…
there's a sequence at the end where they're bombing a mountain, in order to cause an avalanche and bury godzilla, that reminded me of a late nite adult swim informercial or Sissy-Boy Slap-Party
look man i hate you so much, this is my wiener and i'm gonna hit you with it... wait one second is that your wiener? you better not do what i thin-- hey you're hitting me with your wiener
you know what, you wiener-hit pretty good. we both wiener-hit pretty good. i respect u now. rubbing is racing. i'm cole trickle
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I always enjoy when a mustache is used as a plot device to signal time passing. timestache.
No filmmaker makes me think so much about real shit like Ingmar Bergman. Like really real. I zoned out for a few minutes watching this thinking about my shortcomings, my place in the world, and then I had a true, honest to goodness existential moment that tingled my spine. It made me insanely uncomfortable, and then seconds later so serenely comfortable that all I could do was smile. A piece of art did that to me. This is what genius looks like.
