Jiro Dreams of Sushi

i so wanted to see this in theaters, but as usual missed finding the time to go. i saw it last night finally on netflix and loved it. a definite yes for anyone who loves sushi… or simply those who are passionate about anything in life. i so love japan—it’s civilization at its peak, and we are all peasants in comparison. by dd

let it all be, laura palmer

someone had a lot of free time on their hands but i am sure thrilled they did because i could watch this on a loop.  some favorite twin peaks scenes to the tune of the melvins ‘let it all be’.  personally, i could use some more audrey, but that’s just me being biased and craving saddle shoes.  time to re-watch the entire series? maybe. by sv

klaxons orgy



 

a very odd video by our friends at blind pig and absolute, directed by saam farahmand for the klaxons track “twin flames”. be prepared for nudity, exchanges of bodily fluids, and mutating group makeouts. by m+m

the master


i was fortunate enough this past weekend to see paul thomas anderson’s newest picture, ‘the master’.  loosely based on the origins of scientology (or at least the provocative nature and bullheadedness of its leader) this film explored paradigms from angles that i truly have never seen.  in a sense, it is anti-climactic—not in comparison to kubrick, but in the way that there truly is no outcome from the religious journeys that are depicted, and the characters develop, but in a stagnant and unsatisfactory manner.  there are no likeable characters in this film, at least, not to me.  there are paramount performances by joaquin phoenix, philip seymour hoffman and amy adams, but their characters as a whole are lacking human traits.  phoenix gets as close to being an animal as i have ever seen; his grunts, his feral behavior, they are monumental.  what the film does do, is beautifully depict a 70mm world of 1950 and captures the essence of a father/son, owner/dog, highbrow/lowbrow thematic endeavor.  once again teaming up with jonny greenwood (of radiohead) for the score, anderson has just added another gilded film of merit to his already stunning repertoire.  it makes me happy to know that something real in the world of cinema does still exist.  there are visionaries out there, PHEW. by sv

“he wrote poetry until he went nuts!”

i was shown this beautiful roy andersson film by a friend quite a few years ago, but the imagery—the sheer and unidentifiable essence of it, has been stuck inside my conscious ever since.  captivating is an understatement for andersson’s epic tale, and i have chills just thinking about some of the scenes and the perfect usage of vallejo’s poetical themes.  the title of this very post is from my favorite storyline.  you may hate the film, as i have shown it to many who felt just that way, but it is undoubtedly memorable and unique.  what’s left but that nowadays?  just being different.  whatever happened to the quintessence of individuality?  the film is the first in an unfinished trilogy of magic.  i am certainly going home to watch this tonight, and you should make it your business to do the same. thank you, mr. andersson. by sv