Where The Wild, Sad, Hopeful Things Are October 16, 2009Posted by patrick.klepek in movies.
Tags: books, childhood, movies, spike jonze, where the wild things are
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Where The Wild Things Are is not for kids. It’s an adult adaptation made for people who read the book, cherish it and grew up.
It’s not a fun, whimsical adventure on an island full of furry creatures, but a supremely powerful art film whose resonance is entirely dependent on your own childhood experiences. That’s the biggest “X” factor for this film. What you bring into Where The Wild Things Are will determine what you get out of it, and unlike many other instances where this happens, you can’t really control this one.
It’s a movie made for people who grew up with the book and not something I’d immediately recommend to children. You have to grow up to appreciate what director Spike Jonze created. But if you had a troubled childhood, if you ever felt like a loner and nobody understood you, Where The Wild Things Are has the potential to really speak to you.
It did for me.
It’s often a sad movie, but a lovely and inspired one.
American Movie — Could This Have Been Me? August 7, 2009Posted by patrick.klepek in movies.
Tags: american movie, filmmaker, horror, movies, writing
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Rarely do you watch a story and think to yourself, “if things had gone a tad different, that could have been me.”
I found myself deeply sympathizing with the focus of American Movie, a 1999 documentary chronicling the creation of a homegrown horror movie called Coven by would-be Milwaukee suburban filmmaker Mark Borchardt. Even though Borchardt is a consummate drunk whose life priorities are a sloppy mess, the PRB-fueled man with a camera has such passion to make the movie of his dreams.
Man, I can relate. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve wanted to sit down and write a movie script, whether something as banal as Puppet Master or Hellraiser sequels (my very own, “man, I know I can do better than that moments” that I’ve never executed on) or executing on a short story based on pages and pages of scribbled notes during boring college courses. Like most, however, I’ve never followed through.
Borchardt followed through, usually to a fault. In spite of the notable consequences — rising debt, ignored personal relationships, questionable parenting — it was motivation I can’t help but respect. It’s what makes American Movie such a touching two hour drama, what stirred me to feel as though, in a different world, I could have been Borchardt.
Ironically, my tastes do not linger long past Borchardt’s own. Borchardt loves violent movies with a fervor he can’t explain to anyone, even the people (mostly his family), financing his endeavors. I’m cut from the same cloth, a person with a self-admittedly peculiar interest in, well, seeing death portrayed on film. The reasons I enjoy constant absorption of such macabre content is a discussion left for another day.
Even though I’m not Borchardt, at least the PBR part can become our common bond. And death. And film. And hope.
(These are cross-posts from my Tumblr blog, which I mainly use for my own personal writing.)
Comic con: day one July 23, 2009Posted by mrstetris in Uncategorized.
Tags: comic con, comics, convention, day one, movies, nerds, san diego, sdcc, video games
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oh boy! it’s that time of the summer where all of the nerds crawl out of their dungeon-like basements and attend their yearly gathering. myself included, of course!
The lines for everything have been seriously testing patience endurance: