First off, I have decided to forgo the entire reverse caps-lock charade in my titles. 'Twas novel till it was not, ho hum.
More importantly, I just received word from headquarters about the Montreal Premiere of David Lynch's newest mind-fucking-celluloid breakdown, INLAND EMPIRE. I have been reading with teeming envy all the message board posts at IMDb, avoiding spoilers like tofu burgers or syphilis, all those American big city brats who have had the pleasure of being torn apart by Herr Lynch-Mob. Finally, the madness is coming to the Cinema du Parc.
I have been a huge fan of Lynch since I pretended to know things about obscure cinema and rented THE LOST HIGHWAY and watched alone in my parents' basement, and knew, just knew, that as much as I had no idea what the fuck just transpired on the screen of my tv box and retina, that I was forever deformed and tainted. Straight forward narratives were never the same, and I even caught myself trying to compose movie plots in my head that purposely made no sense. Needless to say, sophisticated as I have become, I now have learnt all kinds of hip and smart words like 'meta-narrative' and 'postmodernism' that keep Lynch's films paying off anew with every re-watch.
Alongside the new film, Cinema du Parc will also be showing a good slew of other Lynch masterpieces, as well as THE PERVERT'S GUIDE TO CINEMA, a documentary about Film and psychoanalysis hosted by the Monster of Pop Theory, and one of my personal favourites, Slavoj Žižek, the Giant from Ljubljana, the Marxist who loves shopping in Times Square, the man who brings Karl Marx and Groucho together, Bertolt Brecht and Mighty Mouse. This film is also scored by none other than Brian Eno, just piling on the pros and plusses , nicht wahr?
Žižek loves Lynch, I love them both, point finale. Check out his books The Sublime Object of Ideology, and Enjoy Your Symptom, among others.
I am psyched and spent, see you in line, but leave the children at home.
More importantly, I just received word from headquarters about the Montreal Premiere of David Lynch's newest mind-fucking-celluloid breakdown, INLAND EMPIRE. I have been reading with teeming envy all the message board posts at IMDb, avoiding spoilers like tofu burgers or syphilis, all those American big city brats who have had the pleasure of being torn apart by Herr Lynch-Mob. Finally, the madness is coming to the Cinema du Parc.
I have been a huge fan of Lynch since I pretended to know things about obscure cinema and rented THE LOST HIGHWAY and watched alone in my parents' basement, and knew, just knew, that as much as I had no idea what the fuck just transpired on the screen of my tv box and retina, that I was forever deformed and tainted. Straight forward narratives were never the same, and I even caught myself trying to compose movie plots in my head that purposely made no sense. Needless to say, sophisticated as I have become, I now have learnt all kinds of hip and smart words like 'meta-narrative' and 'postmodernism' that keep Lynch's films paying off anew with every re-watch.Alongside the new film, Cinema du Parc will also be showing a good slew of other Lynch masterpieces, as well as THE PERVERT'S GUIDE TO CINEMA, a documentary about Film and psychoanalysis hosted by the Monster of Pop Theory, and one of my personal favourites, Slavoj Žižek, the Giant from Ljubljana, the Marxist who loves shopping in Times Square, the man who brings Karl Marx and Groucho together, Bertolt Brecht and Mighty Mouse. This film is also scored by none other than Brian Eno, just piling on the pros and plusses , nicht wahr?
Žižek loves Lynch, I love them both, point finale. Check out his books The Sublime Object of Ideology, and Enjoy Your Symptom, among others.I am psyched and spent, see you in line, but leave the children at home.
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Just call me "HQ" from now on.
And just call me "Field Agent Chet Desmond".
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