The DVD transfer is among the worst I’ve seen. Is this an upsampled VHS thing? Everyhing is all moire and stuff…
It might just be me, but I just didn’t find this to be very funny. And I usually like Billy Wilder films. Perhaps I’m just in a lousy mood tonight. Or perhaps it’s the magic pixie dream girl thing, once again, boring me to tears.
The Apartment. Billy Wilder. 1960.
Last Word
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I bought a bluetooth numpad today.
It’s a fresh and exciting experience:
Fresh!
Scandinavian design!
Thor! Is that you!?
Sure… Or perhaps they mean the packaging?
Perhaps not.
Anyway, I can’t get it to pair with my Ubuntu laptop, so I guess it doesn’t work under Linux.
Oh, well. It it’s wireless, it doesn’t really work.
I read the book last year, I think? I don’t actually recall it, but I think it must have been better than this film? The guy in “Jap-face” is really cringe-worthy. But I guess it’s… fine…
I thought I was going to enjoy this film, but I kinda didn’t. I am disappoint!
Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Blake Edwards. 1961.
Journalist
I guess triple-sec is never a good idear.
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This is dead good. I didn’t realise that Robert Alman got his style from Agnès Varda.
Even the DVD documentary, where Varda interviews the actors, designers and some gardeners, is great.
I should watch all her films.
Cléo de 5 a 7. Agnès Varda. 1962.
Harrington
Harvard
I had to dump this. It tasted like dusty old lace.
Hemingway’s Daiquiri
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I don’t know… I’m just not feeling this. I can’t really point to anything specific, but this just doesn’t seem to be very engaging.
It might be the swelling soundtrack. Or the meta-ness of it all.
Les Mepris. Jean-Luc Godard. 1963.
Grasshopper
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