One of the greatest functions of the film medium is its ability to convey an event visually in real time. Wheras language can only describe a scenario and still photography can only present one shot of an event, film can show you something happening over time.
But it’s not just a great functon of cinema – it’s what the medium relies on. If you can’t clearly show me something happening when I am paying attention, you are failing. That’s not a matter of having too short (or too long) of an attention span, and it’s not a matter of being inable to appreciate a filmmaker’s style. It’s just fucking illiteracy.
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Mr. Sparkle and I attended a screening of Transformers: ROTFL last night. You’ll have to wait until tomorrow for our thoughts on Michael Bay’s second attempt to make a good Transformers movie. To help tide you over for the next 24-hours or so here’s a little Transformers love from Transbuddha’s past (oh, there’s more if you have time to search). If you ever wanted to see
Okay, Cobra Commander has never been the coolest bad guy around, and he’s had his fair share of comedic costume mistakes (anybody remember his
Romantic comedies can scare critics away quicker than a mob racing out of a burning building. It’s hard to warm up to a genre that’s let you down so often, and so consistently. So settling down to watch
I’m in a pickle. See, I promised the good Cap’n that I would review Year One. The problem is, this movie is so lame, I feel like dwelling on the subject is going to cause irreparable damage to my thinker.