Bobe

Bobe

we are eggs on spoons

Favorite films

  • The Jerk
  • City Lights
  • Singin' in the Rain
  • PlayTime

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  • Raging Midlife

  • The Saddest Music in the World

  • Unknown Passage: The Dead Moon Story

  • Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me

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  • Unknown Passage: The Dead Moon Story

    Unknown Passage: The Dead Moon Story

    the movie itself is about what you'd expect, but fred and toody own, to me, perhaps the greatest love story in popular music history and it's a pure kind of joy to watch them in love with each other on film after so many years.

    I grew up in clackamas, oregon so this gets bonus points for focusing so long on the "tombstone market" at the end of 82nd avenue which I just learned from watching was owned and operated…

  • Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me

    Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me

    an old professor of mine used to say we know absolutely nothing about any of the opinions William Shakespeare held about anything at all except that it's clear he had a distrust of crowds. he was too gregarious an artist, too prophetic a soul to do anything other than to observe, and to describe the world exactly as he observed it. that he allowed even the one very human suspicion to slip through the cracks seems notable.

    I am not…

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  • A Complete Unknown

    A Complete Unknown

    this is a perverted, incongruous movie made so that the people who write quippy reviews on this website can say "this is the exception to the rule of schlocky music biopics. bob dylan is a major artist!"

    but of course, it isn't that exception. it's junk food, it's nothing. it gives you nothing, doesn't even rile you up. it's just another appeal to this awful fetish we have of turning genuine subversion into propagandistic parables about genius individuals who are…

  • No Direction Home: Bob Dylan

    No Direction Home: Bob Dylan

    I first saw this movie in high school when I was very non-naïve and (to borrow a paraphrase) much, much older than I am now. and it blew my head open

    I would like to thank mr. bob dylan for tying my shoelaces together, for laughing at me as I tripped down the stairs, for preventing me from becoming president of the united states

    I get born-again about once a year.

    “Lord, when shall we be done changing?”