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[1] Not me. I'm not one of those snobs who claims to have no truck with TeeVee; I've got one AND a VCR, AND cable. But if there's not something on I particularly want to watch, I DON'T TURN THE THING ON. I don't even have cable. I don't particularly want it either. Most evenings we watch for an hour or so, then I go back into the studio and work, The Bearded Guy goes upstairs and reads or down to the brewery to bottle or something. The teenboy spends a lot of time on there playing Nintendo, but if my pattern continues as it has, I'm going to be terrible at the Genus 3 edition of Trivial Pursuit. I actually prefer to listen to the TV shows while I'm doing something else. Just sitting there staring at the tube gets really dull. I know what the characters look like after a couple of glances, so I can do something useful while I listen to the pap. It's kinda like old time radio only the writing's worse.
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See, in some movies people always say things you never expected, in interesting ways. Other movies are like operas or morality plays - characters say just what most people would want to be able to say in that situation, but much better. Telling each other off, saying I Love You, outsmarting the heedless beaurocrats, DECIDING WHICH WIRE TO CUT AS THE COUNTDOWN GOES TO ONE DAMN SECOND LEFT. By the end, there's no spot left unscratched and you go home emotionally sated. I found the entire film magnificently overdone, from the first word of Charlton Heston's introductory narrative to the very end, falling short only in failing to close with a Randy Newman song.
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C'mon, does anyone really think dazzling the eyes with thousands of moving _object_s and blasting dramatic music in the ears makes for an effective story-telling technique? No, it merely gives It's the basis of every good kung fu movie. That, and poorly translated and displayed sub_title_s, or tortuous dubbing; the latter being essential elements. English language films can only produce a pale shadow of the effect by using notably awful dialogue.
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How many people here live in a house or other domicile where there is a TeeVee that's ON ALL THE TIME?[1] After YEARS of that sort of overstimulation, movies have to be that loud and that hurky-jerky JUST TO BE NOTICED. [1] Not me. I'm not one of those snobs who claims to have no truck with TeeVee; I've got one AND a VCR, AND cable. But if there's not something on I particularly want to watch, I DON'T TURN THE THING ON. I have a video monitor
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I think a lot of people would just not like being crawled over by whatever slimy shit the film-maker decides to shove in there. This time it's personal YEUCCCCCH! Even if they're happy for it to happen in a more _meta_phorical way. Pussies. The whole lot of them. If they can't handle a director's vision that's their problem. I mean, if the director intends the audience to feel the sensation of being drowned in a vat of slightly cold vomit while eels thrash about within, and the audience refuses, well shit, why not just FORGET that Orson Welles lived? P.Lil
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See, in some movies people always say things you never expected, in interesting ways. Other movies are like operas or morality plays - characters say just what most people would want to be able to say in that situation, but much better. Telling each other off, saying I Love You, outsmarting the heedless beaurocrats, DECIDING WHICH WIRE TO CUT AS THE COUNTDOWN GOES TO ONE DAMN SECOND LEFT. By the end, there's no spot left unscratched and you go home emotionally sated. I found the entire film magnificently overdone, from the first word of Charlton Heston's introductory narrative to the very end, falling short only in failing to close with a Randy Newman song. hahahaha. Yeah. You Can Leave Your Hat on, maybe.
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