>put your heart and soul into a movie >your magnum opus >proto-redditor film reviewer trashes it for no good reason >bombs >go bankrupt >end up changing careers >20 years later that reviewer gets a horrific disfiguring disease >dies miserably after suffering for years >his smile and optimism: restored
Some anon made a thread about why Blood Meridian/McCarthy's works in general can't be well adapted to film because of the latent incoherence in his writing. In so posting he made a reference to the incoherence in Matthew Barney's works and said something about Oingo Boingo therein. >Films about deliberate incoherence exist - see the "works" of superhack Matthew Barney, for example - but celluloid masturbation for the sake of beating its methamphetamine-injected penis to Oingo Boingo and ejaculating swizzle sauce, can only be done on a small scale. The film must be representative of something intensely-personal to its creator, in order for it to "succeed" - for lack of a better word.
He was envious of true artists because all he could do was jaw away about movies
He loved Friday the 13th Part 2 though:
Because oil drillers are as much of a scourge as coal burners are.
>put your heart and soul into a movie
>your magnum opus
>proto-redditor film reviewer trashes it for no good reason
>bombs
>go bankrupt
>end up changing careers
>20 years later that reviewer gets a horrific disfiguring disease
>dies miserably after suffering for years
>his smile and optimism: restored
Critics are the very embodiment of pseuds. As shown in F for Fake, "experts" in the arts don't actually know shit from their own ass
thread theme
second post I've seen directly referencing Oingo Boingo today
what was the first one?
not telling
>you dont believe what you write
>YOURE AN IMPOSTER
Some anon made a thread about why Blood Meridian/McCarthy's works in general can't be well adapted to film because of the latent incoherence in his writing. In so posting he made a reference to the incoherence in Matthew Barney's works and said something about Oingo Boingo therein.
>Films about deliberate incoherence exist - see the "works" of superhack Matthew Barney, for example - but celluloid masturbation for the sake of beating its methamphetamine-injected penis to Oingo Boingo and ejaculating swizzle sauce, can only be done on a small scale. The film must be representative of something intensely-personal to its creator, in order for it to "succeed" - for lack of a better word.
thank you chat-gpt
Frick you homosexual, I'm not a bot. That's just how I type/write. I also went to the archives to find the exact quote but now I wish I hadn't
it was a compliment bro...
I'm a real human, anon. Don't disconnect me
show breasts
I'm sorry anon, I'm afraid I can't do that.
what a digital dummy
it's god telling you to put on Nothing to Fear
REAL LIFE JAWLESS MAN
boring homosexual with shit taste
He looked like an elderly paedophile from England.
You can just say Englishman next time, we'd understand
He got lynched so often it was funny
and now look who has the last laugh
>IF YOUUUU CAN BELIEVE IT
>the nurse whose job it is to ream out his throat hole
I SPENT TWO YEARS IN COMMUNITY COLLEGE FOR THIS?!
He was too fragile to allow any kino to make his jaw drop
everyone talks about roger ebert but they never mention gene siskel
He generally had pretty good opinions though. He could find something to like in the high art movies as well as the lowbrow ones.
he made a real big mistake when he talked bad about Vincent..he regretted that mistake….