Friday, February 18, 2011
CONFESSIONS (2010) A masterpiece, unexpected.
turned out to be my favorite film of 2010, most beautiful
revenge film ever lensed! even better than korean revenge
films (and i saw i saw the devil, and the chaser too!)
DREAM HOME (2010) A wicked, unflinchingly violent
film about a woman goign through any means to get her
dream apartment. B-R-U-T-A-L! Highly reccomended.
GANTZ (2011) Suprisingly sleek, and mostly faithful
adaptation of the gory pssimistic sci-fi actioner manga.
the 2nd half comes out later this year.
High recommendation fun stuff!
TRUE GRIT: Pretty looking film good acting,
don't know what the fuss is about, missing about
a half hour of character development, but the
actors do such a superb job with what little
they're given it's a fun little time killer.
In the process of watching A SERBIAN MOVIE...
very good, was expecting shitty exploitation film...
hideously grotesque and overtly sexual
(but nothing worse than in HBO series)
it's got the same pessimistic, arty vibe that martyrs
gave me which completely floored me.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
as both our faces crashed into one another.
The clicking of our front rows of teeth send an electrical shock
through my brain. I admire that slight pain.
It feels alive.
It feels like something has happened, and although we scrape each others enamel off
in a furious accident.
We're both inebriated, I more than she.
It always feels like the first time as I try to siphon the passion from someone else's lips.
the steam of our heat rising from exposed mouths dissipating into the winter sky.
My lip is bitten over and over and it's incredibly amazing and off setting. Then my ear,
then a nip at my neck.
I am dealing with a pro? Am I a terrible kisser? Oh No!
I am an incredible filth talker, but we're in public, and outside a bar, and it's weird.
My hands begin to travel, and my brain is fighting a clinical assessment with my
kissing style, my raging hormones, and a lack of equilibrium.
the kiss breaks off and small talk ensues.
I don't see her again.
Our passionate embrace stuck in time in the L.E.S.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
the event rages on. the lights dimming,
the bodies pulsating and sucking the cold
out of the room. She approaches me, nose
nearly scraping mine.
“Oh god he’s so annoying.
I wish he didn’t come here.
I didn’t invite him.
I wish I can make out with anyone.
I want to just make out with anyone right now.
I don’t care who. I just want to do it.”
Her hot breath tumbles across my lower lip,
the hairs on the back of my neck raise.
This is what I’ve been waiting for, for a while.
She darts her head left and right, never leaving my personal zone.
I tilt my head down, eyes fixed on hers,
everyone else vanishing into a black void.
“How about me?” I poise the question with a naughty assurance.
Playfully. deadly serious.
It registers on her face my intentions and she pulls back. “Not now.”
somewhere a record needle scratches an imaginary 45.
I feel the gravity of the situation crushing down on my head. stunned.
“Not never.” I defeatedly reply.
her answer is mumbled, but answer enough.
hours later she makes out furiously with the annoying guy
as I pick up trash from the gallery’s floor.