No Direction Home

Four-hour Scorsese documentary on Bob Dylan, from his beginnings to the motorcycle crash. By the end of the 1966 tour you can see that Dylan wants out out out. Everybody wants something from him, the press want to pick him apart, the folkies want him to give up the electric, the pop people want a hit, the hipsters want salvation, the peaceniks want a poster boy.
Great footage, great obscurities. You can forgive Dylan for never reaching the heights of Bringing/Highway/Blonde again. That Dylan crashed along with the motorcycle. 

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Beau Travail

Claire Denis’ super odd version of Billy Budd, which (unfortunately, I can hear Mr. C say) contains some of Benjamin Britten’s tuneless opera of the same name (although, to be fair, it sorta works here). French Foreign Legionaires exercise, fight, iron shirts, and not much else under the Djibouti sun. Mesmerizing, elliptical. Very strange ending too. 

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Water Drops on Burning Rocks

Two words: Ludivine Sangier. The French Scarlett Johannsen, just with less clothes. Francois Ozon’s 2000 film is based upon an unpublished Fassbinder play, and he’s kept the 1970s German setting and all the funky furniture. A very oddly directed film that shows how you can make one apartment look like a hundred different locations.
And Ludivine is only in the second half of the film, but, well, you’ll understand when you see it. 

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Critical Mass!

I tried to add some movies to my Netflix and got this message! D’oh! I have since deleted a few (on the saved/upcoming/never-will-come-out list), but mostly I need to start watching more.
That magic number by the way is…500 movies.

I held a blogging seminar! Wha?

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Yep, that’s right, I was asked by SBCC (my employer) to hold a seminar on blogging this Friday. I spoke for about 3 hours to a mixed (mostly older) crowd of people. Fun and easy.
For those who attended the seminar, thank you once again. If you click on “Continue Reading” you can see the full entry and a series of links to all the sites I showed. If you would like the “Rules of Blogging”, drop me a line and I will send it to you.

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After the Flood

Last Thursday night I came home from the Los Lobos concert at USCB to find that while away, the pipe on the toilet had just exploded from being old and for over an hour water had been filling my apartment. My bathroom was two-inches deep, the bedroom was soaked, and water was seeping through the floorboards down into the living room below.
I thought I was going to become homeless! But in the end I was very, very lucky. Only a few thrift store records got damaged (and of course the one CD that got destroyed was a public library CD). But for just under a week I’ve been living without carpet, and with industrial fans going 24/7 along with a dehumidifier to get rid of the water.
I did well, as I’m not that messy and not much was on the floor to get wet. And all my computer/writing/business/film/art stuff was in another (dry) corner of the place.
Yesterday, they installed new carpet and today all my stuff got moved back in from temp storage. Phew.
It was traumatic, still, I have to tell you.