Wednesday, July 22, 2009

This is why I do drugs

I missed my golden opportunity. Tell me what's worth living for now?



















Just keep dreaming I guess.

Eclecticism

I can't remember the last time I talked about a film that didn't have at least one decapitation. Lest I be seen as a certifiable gore-snob reveling in the explicit violence rending the moral fabric of our nation I'd like to talk about Clint Eastwood.



That we could all marry women 35 years our junior... Who can blame her though? One year shy of 80 and he can still make a grown man crap himself. He's perhaps the most extreme example of Hollywood's vogue for geriatric action heroes. When he tells the gang youth in Gran Torino he would blow their heads off and sleep soundly afterward there's something in that gravely voice that makes you believe him. He'll do it man. He's crazy.



The man bleeds masculinity. Not to mention he's masterful in the director's chair. His is the kind of filmmaking you don't see anymore, the very best of a bygone era. No MTV generation inspired quick-cutting or Oliver Wood cinematography-as-a-track-and-field-event antics, but he'll make you want to scream at all the right moments just the same.

Do yourself a favor and add his filmography to your netflix queue. I'll recommend (but not buy because I am poor) some Blackjack Pasture to go with your experience. Like Eastwood, it's from Carmel-by-the-sea, California and possesses the soul of a cowboy.