Friday, July 20, 2007

A Maze of a Movie that Amazed

Prior to my veiwing of Guillermo de Toro's Pan's Labyrinth (In reality whatever the hell that is in Spanish), my interest and expectations were both equally low. A few people had told me it was a good film, but I couldn't find in myself how a fantasy movie about fairies subtitled in Spanish would appeal to me. My doubts were answered by a visual and emotional experience that left me both amazed and deeply satified.




The film is anything but the cheesy fantasy work I was expecting. Rather, de Toro brilliantly uses two contrasting plotlines to portray two entirely different worlds. The film is really two films spliced together, the first being the reality of the main character Ofelia's family life. Her mother is pregnant and she has been forced to move into a secure base to be with her Hitleresque father as his fascist regime attempts to fight off opposing Communists during the Spanish Civil War of the 1940's. Throughout the film, Ofelia's father (played unbelievably by Sergi Lopez) brutally murders and tortures just about anyone who shows resistance towards him or his beliefs and continually treats his family with little to no respect. This side of the film powerfully connects the viewer to the real horrors Ofelia has to deal with on a daily basis, and superbly compliments the second plot interwoven within the picture.

The surreal side of the film is a wild Fairy Tale story that Ofelia is thrown into through the direction of an aging monster fawn (yep.). It is a refuge for the girl, and dreams of being a long lost Princess pursuing three magical tasks to win back the love of her immortal parents is used by both Ofelia and the filmmakers to turn attention from a dismal world of corruption and war to a fantastic place of hope and wonder. Never before have I seen a film take two styles so different and blend them to form a product that truly transcends the greatness of each individual ingredient. In this case, the whole is hands down greater than the sum of its parts.

In addition to the cross-referencing storylines that make Pan's Labyrinth so unique, the visual effects and presentation of the film add to its beauty. It is a dark picture, but the use of bright lighting in a few crucial scenes seems to take the viewer and uplift them out of the grim reality presented in the majority of the film. The creatures Ofelia encounters are memorable and visually intriguing, often costumed to near perfection. The special effects are equally satisfying, notably the computer-generated fairies flying around throughout. For a film that clashes realistic visual battle scenes with a magical world of bizarre beings, the presentation is amazingly suitable.

Without giving out any spoilers, I will stop by simply advocating the film if you have yet to see it. Behind City of God and the adrenaline-filled Apacolypto, this film lies third in my list of "Top Movies I Am Forced To Read", and has made a place for itself in the cinema of storytelling. Pan's Labyrinth has the power of Shindler's List, the originality of Big Fish, and the magic of Harry Potter. It is not a movie of childish tall tales, but a deep portrayal of the dark side of humanity and a little girl's vision to escape it.

*****


Thursday, July 12, 2007

The White Rapper Show

EtanBball12: yo...
EtanBball12: yo yo
EtanBball12: i'm badass like mel gibson in his early days
EtanBball12: befo he was the leader of the jesus craze
EtanBball12: put you in a daze
EtanBball12: like after a hit a haze
EtanBball12: my words amaze
EtanBball12: for days?
Hendricks885: you picked an easy ending
Hendricks885: during winter i sled on lunch trays
Hendricks885: its like im stuck in a corn maze
Hendricks885: where to turn? so many ways
Hendricks885: fuck ruffles, fuck fritos, just give me lays
EtanBball12: you can eat yo lays...i'll just go get laid
EtanBball12: get paid
EtanBball12: get up to artsfest and watch the parade
Hendricks885: give me your slaves for molasses, this is the triangular trade!
Hendricks885: spit me some game
Hendricks885: ill spit it back in flames like the chicago fire brought fame
EtanBball12: you shit is lame
EtanBball12: but i won't complain
EtanBball12: cause i come off the top of my brian
EtanBball12: with lyrics insane
EtanBball12: i don't blame yo weak ass for trying
EtanBball12: but you gotta stop liein to yo self, just stop tryin
Hendricks885: tap another fuckin keg, i bust on her leg. my chronic is bubonic like the mah'fuckin PLAGUE
EtanBball12: bust on her legs...I aim right between the eyes
EtanBball12: and don't tell when it times
EtanBball12: like she is getting a surprise
Hendricks885: bust in her eye? no way i make full contact. and then we get it locked down just like the MAYFLOWER COMAPCT
Hendricks885: *PACT
EtanBball12: you win.

Untitled Observations


-Is it now a requirement that late night NBC TV hosts sport completely absurd hairstyles? Conan has always looked like a giant Irish douche, but I've noticed recently that his infamous parted hair now rises at least 12 inches above his head. And Jay Leno, can a man of his fame and wealth not invest in some Just For Men? What is a mostly white with a little black in front? The majority of PGA events; and Leno's aging mane.


-For reasons unbeknownst to me, I found myself watching Stomp the Yard the other night (never let a dancer of a date choose the movie for the night). Since I didn't have the option to immediately remove the movie from my DVD player as soon as I realized the opening scene was a gang-related dance off, I decided instead to tolerate and laugh at the film for what it was; horrible. As I hinted, the opening scene involves two rival gangs lined up across from each other. Knuckles are cracked. Cold stares all around. The scene is filled with an eager sense of anticipation. It was as this point a boombox started "bumping" shitty hip-hop beats, and the previously terrifying groups of ghetto men lay down their guns and bust a move! And if the fact that grown men are attempting to prove their dominance over a rival by dancing doesn't bring out the realism in the film for you, there is a little midget walking through the crowd taking bets on who will win the dance-off. Two key points here: 1) midgets are awesome, 2) who in their right mind would put a bet down on a dance-off which is questionably decided only by lame audience reaction? For a film that was marketed as a drama/romance aiming to show the realities of the urban dance culture(?), it almost immediately presented itself as one of the tackiest and utterly aweful pieces of cinema I have ever seen. And I only saw the first fifteen minutes of it! After I realized I would rather watch The O'Reilly Factor then finish that lame-ass movie, I told my date to fuck off and put in Honey. I figured if I was going to be forced to watch a poorly-made movie about dancing, I should at least stare at Jessica Alba's body while doing it.
- People are always complaining about degrading rap lyrics. Bitches. Hoes. Pussy. Who dare refer to women with such a lack of respect? How about WOMEN! I was listening to a D12 song the other day, "Pimp Like Me". I found the entire song to be hilarious, but my laughter reached a new plateau when the chorus arrived. It involves Eminem dominately stating "You just a..." and "Your just my...", each followed by a female backing vocal proudly singing "HOOOEEE!" How low does your self-esteem have to be to be that female vocalist? Or how much does Eminem pay?
-How exactly can a pro-lifer support the death penalty?
Until next time,
Nate

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Rage On Murderdelphia

So I'm spending most of my summer interning at Philadelphia Weekly (You know, that 100+ page behemoth in the yellow box next to the Inquirer and Daily News). It's a free publication, and thrives under the freedom of Alternative Press. By that I mean it can freely inject opinion, (usually lefty) into its articles. Does this compromise the paper's credibility? Not in the least.

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Here's an article that jumped out at me this week. It's about the mayor's embarassing behavior and leadership in a city that's resembling the anonymous shithole in Police Academy 2 (Where are you when we need you, Mahoney?)





I can't wait to get back to State College.

Sunday, July 8, 2007

Thoughts Influenced by The Assault on Reason

Since my partner in crime has brought up the subject of Al Gore, I guess I will stick to the theme. I recently finished his new book The Assault on Reason and found it to be an inspiring read that has personally rung very true to me. The current administrations complete and intentional manipulation of the American public is not only startling, but very scary. Citizens in America these days don't have the opportunity to find out the truth, and the truth they are told is often simply a lie. It amazes me that the document President Bush used to show proof of Iraq purchasing materials for WMD's and launching us into a 600 billion dollar war was proven to be a forgery, and no one did anything about it. The document wasn't just unreliable, it was forged! If I were to lie to the police department about a detail pertaining to something as safe as say, marijuana, I could be charged with obstruction of justice and sent to jail. When the president lies to the entire nation in hopes of manufacturing support for a war, no charges are pressed. The true criminals in our culture lie in the highest ranks of society.

Especially in regards to the Bush administration, policy is influenced not by public good but rather by money. Corrupt corporations and an elite group of millionaire friends seem to have more influence on our president then the millions of middle-class Americans that make up the majority of the population. I think this is essentially human nature, but it is also something that our democracy is supposed to rise above.

There are two statistics in my head that I think bring home the point of how the few rich are beginning to create a lob-sided nation. The first is the amount of money the average American CEO makes in comparison to his lowest paid worker. Currently, the American CEO is bringing in 411 times the income of his blue collar counterparts. How is this not frowned upon or at least investigated in our country? Because America is the Father of Capitalism? I think that argument is bullshit. You can be a successful entrepreneur, follow all the laws of economics, and still pay your employees a decent salary (If Ben And Jerry's could do it, anyone could do it!). In addition, you can make sure you redistribute profits when your company prospers, rather than keeping a disproportionate piece of the pie that was created by the group as a whole to yourself. Greed is an inherent human quality, but I think rationale is equally and can be overridingly inherent. This is evident in European cultures, where the average CEO makes no more than 15 times that of his lowest paid employee. I am a firm believer in the free-market, and also believe government regulation should be used only when absolutely necessary. The root of this specific issue is not necessarily where our government has gone wrong, but rather the unethical and obviously greedy actions that the rich of our country are taking. This is a personal, moral issue that will not be solved by governmental action, but only through a transformation of the values we and the rich as individuals choose to live by. I find it very disturbing that profits produced through the private sector are not being distributed in a manner that is both logical and fair in our nation.

It is common knowledge that the longer a society can maintain the balance between the rich and poor, the longer it will survive. America is falling away from this principle at an alarming rate. As wealth and corruption grow in the top piers of our society, and they have, the lower class that is being left behind is much more motivated to turn to a world of crime itself. I believe that the more crime caused by the upper class creates not only a larger lower class, but more crime within this class. The only way to balance this equation is to shrink the difference between the haves and the have nots. I believe that if America were to wake up, rid itself of the corruption taking place in its highest levels of government, do what is right for the public good, and allow for a free flow of public discourse unregulated by the opinions and manipulative strategies of the federal government, America would find itself a much safer place.

Oh yea, and Al Gore's son smokes marijuana. What a horrible father. Maybe he should stop trying to save the world and save his son from the evils of the Devil's Weed.

Until next time,

Nate

Dead Earth


I spent the majority of yesterday slumped to my couch watching Live Earth. For starters, I feel that this event (or movement i guess) highly outweighs Live 8 in cultural significance because it's an issue that affects us. With that said, how did it manage to slip by seemingly unnoticed?

Two summers ago I stood among an estimated one million on Ben Franklin parkway at Live 8 Philadelphia. This event was hyped beyond belief, and when it arrived, people paused to take notice. It was broadcast all day on countless channels, most notably MTV and VH1. It reunited Pink Fucking Floyd for christsake.

So why did its spin-off cousin come and go without the masses even batting an eye? Why did it only air on Bravo and CNBC? Why was the artist line-up good, but not great (save Crowded House and Duran Duran)? I mean...it was pretty much a rebroadcast of the '07 Grammys.

I'm a pretty big flaming liberal, but I'll be the first to admit that Al Gore was quite stale during his tenure as Vice President. But after seeing that movie everyone tells you to see (including me), its clear that he has stepped up his game.

So where am I going with this? I don't really know. I think the increasingly hefty man who once embarassed himself by demanding a recount is right. And I think he's committed.

Meanwhile I drive a small SUV. But I'm using those goddamn twisty lightbulbs!

The Beginning of the Never-Ending

Aloha,

My names Nate and it appears that me and my buddy John have started a blog. As posted below, we came to this conclusion almost simultaneously while rambling on AIM. I guess its only right to tell a little about myself before I bombard all you random bloggers with my biased bullshit.

I am a very outgoing and open-minded individual who attempts to look at all issues with an inner sense of skeptisism. I am a political science major and I feel our country has a long way to go to uphold the original intent of our founding fathers. I hold strong beliefs against the war on drugs, specifically the illegality of marijuana (seriously, even the Judge of the DEA claimed it to be, "the safest theraputically active substance known to man"). I am against the welfare state. I believe in global warming. I am against affirmative action. I don't really give a shit about abortion cause I'm not going to have a kid. I am against the war in Iraq. I am against the Patriot Act. But enough about politics....

I enjoy writing poetry. I enjoy movies. I enjoy music. I am a self-taught drummer who is very influenced by funk/jam genres in his playing (rock on Herbie Hancock). I am also an avid listener of hip-hop music, and even try to write rhymes every now and then (even suburban white boys can be wordsmiths, yo). I can kick your ass in ping pong and am a very solid tennis player. For a 5'11 white kid who can't jump, I can also ball. None of this really relates to anything I'm going to write about on this blog, but rambling is what I do.

I intend on using this blog to influence, experiment, and review. What I contribute will be a combination of poetry, rants, letters, music/movie reviews, and humorous posts about my experiences. With that said, I will starts things off with a few poems I have recorded in the past few weeks....

Society.

The valley prospers with pride
Smiling into the sunlit sky
Playing like thieves in riches and greed
Blind to the depths of the diverse world
Breeding the demise spewing below

The core is burning with truths
Buried in the undetectable ground
Struggling like flies stripped of their wings
Living for the laughter of the privileged world
Churning with the power of revenge

The mountain rises with intent
Looming over the prosperous valley
Preparing like a soldier destined for death
Revolution designed for the corrupt world
Waiting centuries for the chance

The day passes with routine
Monotony content for the time being
Peaceful like the eye of an oncoming hurricane
Oblivious of the soon to be uprooted world
Honoring tradition for the last time

The eruption flashes with poverty
Injustice avenged in the flowing magma
Spreading like a swarm of deprived ants
Rearranging, molding the overtaken world
Striving for what it never possessed

The beginning of the never-ending
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The Ensuing Conversation When I Told My Mother I Was Reading Hunter S. Thompson

"It seems like you're consumed
with things and people that aren't good for you."

"What is good for me, Mom?"

"You know what I mean.
Why do you like to read about people like that?"

"I'm interested in people who live
their lives differently than
the majority of normal people."

"But we live in a world full of normal people."

"…Exactly why I don't find them interesting."
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Until next time,

Nate

am i coming or going? i can barely decide




Hendricks885 (12:11:07 AM): yo what if we started a joint blog
EtanBball12 (12:11:08 AM): lets start a blog together