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Cut and Wait: The Art of Fast, Cheap, and Out of Control              I was completely unprepared for Fast, Cheap, and Out of Control.  The film caught me off guard and reached me on a level no film has ever … Continue reading →

So I watched Vertigo with Stephanie and Megs, hidden in Combs 237. I’m not sure I have a lot to say about it yet.  It was certainly very beautiful, certainly very interesting.  Very strange.  Parts made me shiver a little- … Continue reading →

Well, damn it.  Just lost my whole post trying to do a link to Serena’s blog- copied the link right over my post, which I guess was on the clipboard and probably still is somewhere but I don’t know how … Continue reading →

One last Fast Cheap post- We haven’t talked enough about the movie as a work of art.  We almost did, when we spoke about it as an elegy and about the editing process.   It’s not just a work of art, … Continue reading →

Ok so my main post is below this, “Holy—” but after my morning shower and breakfast, I need to get down a couple more ideas before class. How about the way it would cut to the circus crowd/performers while someone … Continue reading →

Ok, so we finished Fast Cheap and Out of Control eight minutes ago.  As Robyn said one minute ago: “There are no words.” But I’m going to try anyway.  So, things the movie does, it talks about humanity.  It talks … Continue reading →

I’ve been thinking about our Truth vs. Subjectivitiy debate in class.  I think that the two need to be understood together, a synthesis rather than one or the other.  Maybe that means I’m for subjectivity, but I don’t think I … Continue reading →

I haven’t got a lot to say, so I’m just going to think about The Thin Blue Line for a few moments before class. The most interesting thing, for me, was the way that Morris shows the policeman being shot … Continue reading →

So the thing i most noticed about the old lady on her front porch, like I said in class, was the way the scene was set so perfectly.  The art of the shot was like some kind of lonely old … Continue reading →