The Birth of a Nation
(Titles, they're back!!)
Today, I will spend three hours and ten minutes sitting on my gluteus maximus watching D.W. Griffith's "classic" The Birth of a Nation (1915) and I can barely hold back my excitement to watch yet another old black and white film, especially a racist one (as I hear it)! Saw Cecil B. Demille's The Cheat on Wednesday, (An hour of my life I want but shall never get back) this lovely tail is full of 1910s stereotypes played to the max. But I would be a shamed if I failed to point out the amazing, ahead-of-its-time lighting, which apparently we don't see again until the 1940s. And while I didn't enjoy the film, and to be quite honest, slept through at least 20 minutes of it, where I didn't quite know exactly what was going on, I did appreciate the lighting - I can't really enjoy lighting. I wasn't sitting there with a shit-eating grin on my face thinking, my god, this is beautiful! I'm sure someone in the room was feelin' it though.
I guarantee after the film that I will need (even more) to go on a grand diatribe about the whole concept of race, but now is not the time, and I need to do some research for it, which means you should expect to be able to read it roughly October 13th of 2016.
And since I passed the date, I want to point out that December 13th-ish 2012 is the end of the Mayan Long Count Calendar, which means something astronomically badass (and uber rare) is going to happen. What it is, I don't remember offhand, but the Sun is going to cross a point that in the sky it hits every 26,000 years. Or something. That'll be cool.
In other news:
This evening, I shall attempt ChickenParmesan Mozarella for dinner, and I will be watching, for the first time Four Rooms, The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance or Big Fish with Mari and James. Always an experience.
With luck, I'll also be seeing Garden State (soooo can't wait) on Saturday, and Apocalypse Now on Sunday. (A Film Major? I'm shocked, shocked I say!)
Today, I will spend three hours and ten minutes sitting on my gluteus maximus watching D.W. Griffith's "classic" The Birth of a Nation (1915) and I can barely hold back my excitement to watch yet another old black and white film, especially a racist one (as I hear it)! Saw Cecil B. Demille's The Cheat on Wednesday, (An hour of my life I want but shall never get back) this lovely tail is full of 1910s stereotypes played to the max. But I would be a shamed if I failed to point out the amazing, ahead-of-its-time lighting, which apparently we don't see again until the 1940s. And while I didn't enjoy the film, and to be quite honest, slept through at least 20 minutes of it, where I didn't quite know exactly what was going on, I did appreciate the lighting - I can't really enjoy lighting. I wasn't sitting there with a shit-eating grin on my face thinking, my god, this is beautiful! I'm sure someone in the room was feelin' it though.
I guarantee after the film that I will need (even more) to go on a grand diatribe about the whole concept of race, but now is not the time, and I need to do some research for it, which means you should expect to be able to read it roughly October 13th of 2016.
And since I passed the date, I want to point out that December 13th-ish 2012 is the end of the Mayan Long Count Calendar, which means something astronomically badass (and uber rare) is going to happen. What it is, I don't remember offhand, but the Sun is going to cross a point that in the sky it hits every 26,000 years. Or something. That'll be cool.
In other news:
This evening, I shall attempt Chicken
With luck, I'll also be seeing Garden State (soooo can't wait) on Saturday, and Apocalypse Now on Sunday. (A Film Major? I'm shocked, shocked I say!)
posted by The @ 1:54 PM
1 Comments:
At September 10, 2004 at 10:49 PM,
The said…
Oh man, what a let down.
Not the Chicken Mozarella. That was delicious. I'm looking forward to making it again. And while I was cooking that, I had defrosted some thighs too, totally breaded them but left the sauce/cheese off of them. Say hello to dinner tomorrow, and it's a completely different meal. Breaded dark meat. I'm such a badass!!
Mari didn't come over, hence, neither did James. Unfortunately, Mari found out an exam she has to take is sooner than she thought, so she's in panic mode at the moment. Left me a message at 1pm, which is okay. It's ample time to make other plans. And it's not her fault that I didn't get it until 6:15 when I was on my way home looking forward to hanging out and watching a halfway decent movie. (Honestly, I am not bitter. And I'm not being sarcastic - she's gotta do what she's gotta do.)
Instead, I experimented in the kitchen proving to have yet another successful evening. Failure looms on the horizon, but I have staved it off for yet another night. Though.. technically, I suppose Hamburger "Helper" was a semi-failure. I didn't like it, but I ate it. *shrugs* Although, if someone else had cooked it, I'm not so sure I would be saying that.
Ever notice that, you're more likely to eat crap you cook than crap someone else cooks? I think that's true, unless you're trying to be nice. . . or get laid. Just a theory.
Also, I have to find something to do with my Saturday. Was hoping to see Garden State, but those plans fell through as well. I may end up seeing it by myself. I don't want to wait on seeing it like I've done with so many other movies, and end up completely missing the theatrical version of it. Especially since I've been looking forward to seeing it for months now. C'est la vie.
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