March 2nd, 2008

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Mist-y morning

It says something about how well I responded to the film version of The Mist (see my original, profanity-laced review here) that on misty mornings -- like the one Portland's having now -- I think of that slow, sad Nirvana song "Something in the Way" but with Kurt Cobain instead singing

"Something in the miiiiiist...It tooooooook John Leeeeeee..."
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And now a birthday message

You may have heard how J.R.R. Tolkien once declared the term "cellar door" to be especially beautiful and mellifluous.

I think we have a competitor in mellifluousness:


This year, I've been posting little songs for the birthday people I know on LJ. I think that name's a song all on its own.


But here's a song for 'Song anyway:

We have worlds within us;
They float and spin in thoughts,
Half-glimpsed hints of tales and lives,
Some aching to be wrought.
You've made yours coalesce
Into the shape of story;
Your world within you (which starts here)
Now takes its path out o'er ye.

(For that last line, picture a tale pouring out of and above shadesong, like light emanating from her...)

Happy birthday, shadesong. Best of luck with your life, your family, and your work.

And I am really looking forward to seeing where you will take us with Shayara.

Random thoughts on There Will Be Blood

* "I, drink, your, milkshake!" Now I get it. (I'd managed not to hear anything about its context until seeing the film. I only knew that writer-director Paul Thomas Anderson had taken the bit from the transcript of a 1920s government hearing.)

* Starkly beautiful. I appreciate places that have stark beauty, and the bits of Texas and California the crew used fit that bill. (George W. Bush also likes stark places, like Crawford, Texas; wow, one thing he and I have in common!)

* Maybe my favorite moment? The wedding. I like weddings. Maybe I should have one.

* Kevin J. O'Connor seems to have gotten a Michael Biehn infusion. (I'm more familiar with O'Connor from Deep Rising -- yes, I actually liked Deep Rising, and by "liked" I mean "was darkly, darkly amused, especially by the last line" -- and The Mummy; nice that he got something more substantial here.)

* There Will Be Blood succeeds in conveying a type of melodrama similar to what Martin Scorcese's Gangs of New York tried and failed to do. Gangs of New York is, I feel, ultimately too confused a film to work (its year of re-editing at the hands of Harvey Weinstein, I also think, hurt it further). As modern and cutting-edge as the filmmaking technology and skill is in both films, Blood manages to feel of its turn-of-the-century era; Gangs feels like the huge set-bound exercise it was. Scorcese's cast (as good as it is) feels like actors dressed up; Anderson's cast feels like people, with all sorts of faces you don't usually see in movies. Gangs's tone is inconsistent; Blood's is consistent.

* I left the film feeling a little sad and affected. Another sign the film succeeded.

* Good film. I said that already, but wanted to be sure this review said it, too.