There are three lovely critical expressions: pretentious, gratuitous, profound. None of which I truly understand.
Nicolas Roeg
I was the first member of the second Blockbuster, apparently. They had two test shops when they first were getting going. For the longest time I thought I was the first member of Blockbuster ever…I wouldn’t be caught dead in one now.
David Gordon Green

Beautiful, especially A Sunday Smile.

Article on my first film coming soon.

The movie people let us play in the corner of the sandbox and leave us alone. We’re happy here.
Ethan Coen.
I need to start putting shit on here.

These last few weeks have been absolutely hectic. I’ve been meaning to post, but I just can’t find time. However, right now, my desk is covered in bowls, cups, mugs, and used tissues. Man, this cold sucks. However, I will have an opportunity to do some more stuff on the blog! So one good thing came out of it. Anyways, get ready to expect more from me, because I will update much more often now. Gracias,

—Jim.

You can’t think of nothing.
Eric Rohmer. 1920-2010. Rest in peace.

Morris: A Life with Bells On, was the first film I saw at SIFF last year, and it managed to make it through 2009 and still be one of my favorite films of the year by the end. I’m really quite shocked it hasn’t recieved distribution in the states yet, because not only is it absolutely brilliant, it tied for the third-runner up of the Golden Space Needle award at SIFF- the audience award. This garnered it two extra screenings after the festival came to a close. Needless to say, I think people here really loved it. Give it a watch, if you ever have the chance. I was at this screening and I’m still trying to find myself in the video.

Note- I’m not posting the trailer to the film because I don’t think it really captures the hilarity of the film itself. Still, feel free to look it up if you really want to see a bit of the film.

I don’t know much, but one thing I do know - if you use art to settle accounts, it’s no longer art.

—Christine Doniel (played by Claude Jade) in Truffaut’s fantastic film, Bed and Board (Domicile conjugal)

I realize that I’m not posting as much as I should be, so once all of the post-christmas shite calms down, I’ll be adding much more. No worries.

I’m sort of my own Mafia, you know, breaking my own knees.
John Cassavetes
Renoir Retrospective #1: Boudo Saved from Drowning

I’d like to point out immediately that the subtitles were a bitch to read in this film and blended in with the image half the time. My thoughts may have been more positive if I knew what was going on.

Boudois a film that had me intrigued at the beginning, but half-watching by the end. The film is about Boudo, a homeless man who tries to drown himself. A man named Mr. Lestingois jumps into the water and saves Boudo, and brings him home to rehabilitate him, but his wife and his maid think that Boudo should leave. He doesn’t belong there.

You could tell that this was coming from a while away. Right when Boudo enters the house of Mr. Lestingois, you knew how the rest of the film would play out. Michel Simon (Boudo) gives a good performance as does the rest of the cast, and Renoir gets some very creative and fun shots in the film, but ultimately, it doesn’t deliver.