Films to feel and fill me

Every three months, or two, or four, I let you in on which films I have seen in the meantime. Since I’m currently sleeping in a bedroom with a huge TV on the wall, I have, not surprisingly and gladly, changed my little laptop monitor with that baby for film-viewing purposes. With it comes watching…

A Minority Report scene that haunts me

Originally posted on The Mexi Movie – Old Blog:
1:35:33 into Minority Report, directed by Steven Spielberg. I DID try to find the scene as such, in moving pictures, but I couldn’t. I found a transcript though. Here it is. Jon (Tom Cruise) is walking with Agatha (Samantha Morton), a girl who can see the future.…

Holy Movie Motors

After the day of birth, back to normal-ish. When do I not like a film? When it takes me for more stupid than I am. When do I like a film? When it makes me feel, wonder, when it opens my eyes or is ahead of me in some way. When it is worth my while, as…

Four movie months

Let me ruin storytelling for you: if bad things are happening now, good things will happen by the end. The opposite is also true. The End. — Seth Lochhead (quotation reblogged from wildfiremovies) Recently I’ve discovered a film critic who I trust. I might not share her opinion on all films, and she is a major…

Should you wish to know

What are we doing? What are they doing? Does anybody know, care or plan it? Out of all possibilities, I was closest to believing that humanity was a computer simulation, a game, but even for this an agenda would be necessary. A developer. At least spectators. As it is, I’m afraid, we are not even…

Moves like movies

This post is about recently seen films (after a looooong drought). There is “Movie” in my blog name after all. And the screen is a Monday window too, in a way. Except for the last ten years or so, I always watched plenty of films. (Here is the list of my favourite films of all times.) Then…

Take it away, girl

A post in which I bow down low to the amazing, unrepeatable energy of Ms. Joplin. When you realise everything had already happened before you were even born. Damn, I wish I would write like she sang. And in a way I do. Just on the inside. See what she did to this Tommy the Cat….