23 October 2009
Psycho, X-men Origins: Wolverine, Chuck Close
Psycho- This Alfred Hitchcock thriller is the best product to come from someone named 'Alfred' since bubble wrap. (As you'd have it, bubble wrap was invented by Alfred Fielding, just three years before the release of Psycho. Thank you Wikipedia!). That must have been a magical few years with all the achievements by Alfreds. The Davids will have our time; you just wait. Psycho was in black, white, gray, grey, off-white, and any other combination of hues that can be boiled out of white and black. (I often wonder if there was color at all in the Sixties. I have no evidence to the fact.) Psycho was scary. Scary like you'd feel if you were in a room with a gaggle of geese, and you were covered in pond slime.
I jumped in the movie several times (153 to be precise), but only because before it started my friend bet me I couldn't do 125 kangaroo jumps in a row. Take that Imaginary Friend! Psycho was freaky, bloody, and overall the most colorful thing to come out of the Sixties by someone name Alfred. Holla Holla Holla Hi
Chuck Close- This documentry was shown at the Sundance Screening Room for one exclusive engagement only. So exclusive in fact, that only 13 people were there. Of those 13, two were triskaidekaphobias, so they left almost immediately, two were Sundance employees, and six of them composed a family that only made it through the first five hours of the film before they had to put their kids to bed or feed the dog or something. It was a long movie, but a hypnotizing one. Chuck Close is a painter who creates humongous, rad faces out of photographs. His work is quite impressive, and if I owned The Great Wall of China I would definitely post some of his busts on the wall. They are big enough to be seen by Space, if Space had eyes and sensory receptors. The movie was legit, and I saw it with two good friends, one of whom is an actual artist. Don't throw a hissy fit, but it was too legit to quit or spit or knit. Holla Holla Holla Hi
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