Bad Movie! No Biscuit! Bad!
I had a whole thing I was going to do tonight, but unexpectedly we watched an entire movie, and now I don’t have enough time to write the thing I had in mind.
The movie was Twentynine Palms, which Mama Dog was keen to see on account of the location (one of her favourite spots), but which turned out to be a godawful pretentious piece of crap about two repellent and stupid people, and the petty and interminable relationship they have before the auteur suddenly and unexpectedly finds a way to make the whole thing even worse – and then again manages to make it even worse than that. Philosophy professor turned filmmaker Bruno Dumont has outdone generations of pornographers by inventing an entirely new way to make a narrative simultaneously degrading and boring. Joe Bob says for the love of god don’t check it out.
The movie was Twentynine Palms, which Mama Dog was keen to see on account of the location (one of her favourite spots), but which turned out to be a godawful pretentious piece of crap about two repellent and stupid people, and the petty and interminable relationship they have before the auteur suddenly and unexpectedly finds a way to make the whole thing even worse – and then again manages to make it even worse than that. Philosophy professor turned filmmaker Bruno Dumont has outdone generations of pornographers by inventing an entirely new way to make a narrative simultaneously degrading and boring. Joe Bob says for the love of god don’t check it out.
posted by PapaDogDuvalier | 11:39 PM
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