I'm pretty impressed that some of you people are so serious into this book. If it were a series or something it would make sense to me, but given that it's relatively short it just seems so crazy that you can list the moments where characters smoke. Wow.

I'm pretty impressed that some of you people are so serious into this book. If it were a series or something it would make sense to me, but given that it's relatively short it just seems so crazy that you can list the moments where characters smoke. Wow.

it was a series that was like a year long (i think) when it came out

I keep wanting to say something to OddButInteresting (not that interesting actually), but I know that I'll just end up calling him a complete tool and he'll probably just start talking about the finer points of Santa With Muscles.

That shit died at least three pages ago. Your chat is dry. These shallow attempts at wit are near unbearable to behold.

Oh, and correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you the David Lynch enthusiast? The only Lynchflick I've seen is Dune, and it was fucking dire. It had its occassional redeeming moments, but I'm not going to waste any time listing the finer points of why it's a complete and utter failure; as an adaptation, and as a film in its own right. But as a starting point: if you're greeted in the first shot by the worst chromakey work in cinema history, it's fairly conclusive how the rest of the film's going to present itself. Nice costumes, though.

However, I'm not one to judge a person by counting the warts on their face. I've been meaning to give Blue Velvet a shot for some time.

By the way: I believe you not only didn't state whether you'd even seen Watchmen, but in the event that you had, you didn't elaborate upon why you loathe it so either (at least that's what I managed to glean from the inferences in your earlier post).

This isn't a counter-attack, by the way. I'm just hoping to engage you, as a fellow cinephile, in an intelligent critical dialogue.

I'm pretty impressed that some of you people are so serious into this book. If it were a series or something it would make sense to me, but given that it's relatively short it just seems so crazy that you can list the moments where characters smoke. Wow.

I just have a good memory for this sort of thing. Plus, I read the whole thing from back-to-front a week or so ago, in preparation for the film. I've also occassionally read random chapters over the past three years, so I've got a pretty in-depth understanding of the material.

Or I'm just a nerd, which I'm more than comfortable with ​.

I really can't get this film off of my mind... I may never be able to enjoy another film again.

 

Kinda off topic but I'm pretty sure he hates Dune more than you do.

Common ground! In light of that, I'm now confident enough to ask Roman out on a date.

It has reconciled my childhood and adulthood in a way that I can only describe in terms of Batman '89. I am confident that no other film will have this same effect on me, personally.

Or the suggests that you regard that comment as pointless. In that case...

Yeah, she was way too young and soap opera.

I dunno. Something did strike me as a little off, but she brought this 'washed-up 40s screen starlet' sensibility to the role that felt rather appropriate, given Sally's 'marooned' state. Like an alcoholic Lauren Bacall (that is assuming Bacall isn't actually an alcoholic).

Lovin' 'Margarita o'clock'  ​.

oh christ man.

I just never really dug the prospects of Lynchian cinema enough to check out his work. He strikes me as one of those intensely 'arty' types that pass-off the downright bizarre and twisted as "profound" and "insightful".

Arty farties creep the shizzlies outta me!

how.. unusual

but still.. strangely... intriguing?

http://www.play.com/Books/Books/4-/2099364/The-Sound-of-No-Hands-Clapping/Product.html

I'm sure if you and Toby met you'd have a lot in common.

i have a bad feeling i know the plot of every movie you've ever enjoyed.

My taste is extremely eclectic (that goes for all media), so I doubt that very much.

I don't recognise the apparent distinction between 'High Art' and 'Low Art'. It's all elitist bullshit, in my book. Just sit back and soak it in; that's my approach.

like a sponge in a sewer

If by that you mean I'm surrounded by the intellectual equivalent of piss and shit, you're spot on ​.

I doubt you've got the cerebral chops to distinguish logs of faeces from bars of gold.

To Negro: Intertextuality is indicative of a lack of individual imagination.