DuchessofDirt

Just watched The Brothers Bloom, from Rian Johnson, the same director that introduced Brick in 2005.  Do yourself a favor, just get it and watch it.  don’t check imdb.  Or wikipedia.  It’s best you go in a virgin.

Currently drinking this fantastic winter seasonal ale from Northern Cali’s Anderson Valley.  Honestly, one of the best beers I’va had in a long time, and I buy strange beers weekly.  Make sure you don’t cool it past 40 degrees though, you don’t want to freeze the scent of this one.

Bonnie and clyde - The Morning After

I’m still in bed, without glasses on, smoke trailing from the first cigarette of the day.  Thinking about last night.  Thinking about Bonnie.  Those cheeks, that coifed flaxen hair, the way she holds that gun…smokin’.

I absolutely loved this movie.  Thank you Arthur Penn.

Check this out, if everything had gone according to plan, Truffaut would have taken on the film as director instead of Penn. Truffaut was the king of french new wave - which is apparent with the choppy sequencing and quick changes of tone - like a sickenly sweet lover moment that gets interrupted by a gory violence.

It was then proposed to Godard, who allegedly would only do it if the characters were changed to teens and it was shot in japan.  So Arthur Penn got lucky.   Warren Beatty, once the sole producer wanted Bob dylan to play the part of Clyde because of his remarkable resemblance.  Warren himself decided to take the part in the end.

And about squibs.  Heard of them?  They are these tiny explosives that are usually covered with a bag of fake blood, that detonate within an actor’s clothing to simulate bullet wounds.  Coool.  I want some for next Halloween.

Program Director: Take 2, cue Howard.

Beale: I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth; banks are going bust; shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter; punks are running wild in the street, and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat. And we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be! We all know things are bad — worse than bad — they’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out any more. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we’re living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, “Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials, and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.” Well, I’m not going to leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot. I don’t want you to write to your Congressman, because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first, you’ve got to get mad. You’ve gotta say, “I’m a human being, goddammit! My life has value!” So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out and yell, “I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!!”