Latest Posts by lovecomesdown - Page 2
i have to watch this once per month
when the movie is so bad it's been on YouTube for 7 years
Robert Crumb
recently learned the term "completionist" for people who watch movies by picking an actor/director/screenwriter/etc. and just go down the list and watch all their work. I think directorial completionists are the most primitive form of completionist. It's what you do when you are a new cinephile on the offender registry. you think it makes you really smart but what you don't know is that it locks you in the trap of auteur theory. which is for losers. the next step of completionism are actor completionists. these are good and noble perverts. they end up broadening their horizons because their only concern is that a movie have 1 guy in it. they'll sit through movies with zero reviews on letterboxd. they'll find shit the actors have no memory of. the greatest tier of completionist is screenwriter completionists. these people know Pulp Fiction was written by 2 guys.
A Woman Under the Influence (1974), dir. John Cassavetes
whenever I see men complain about women reading extremely milquetoast romance novels, I daydream about becoming a famous filmmaker who's entire shtick is just exploitation flicks with attractive, objectified men as the object of shock value. I want to save the perv girls. hold my hand.
“women can never objectify men the way men objectify women” not with that attitude!
I hate the idea of "filmbro" movies. something about it feels very male centering to me. I literally do not care one ounce what the frat boys think about reservoir dogs because I don't think about frat boys. simple as.
It's been such a weirdly miserable time lately like I'm not stressing over it but man. Friday I had a bout of endometriosis so severe I passed out flat in my own vomit and then sustained a 4 hour high off of the ensuing relief. It was so severe I decided I should probably get married. Like complete shift in perspective. I actually thought one of my organs had ruptured and I was dying. Then last night I called the older man I'm dating and he told me life only gets worse as you age. That was supposed to be encouraging. I stayed in a hotel last night, which is always scary because I was in one that got shot up when a John had a falling out with a sex worker. At 2 am I woke up to the sound of desperate screaming and called the front desk. In the morning, the desk clerk admitted she was too scared to do anything either. I found a torn up Texas driver's license on my floor near the elevator. Now I'm getting my teeth cleaned.
It's 2 in the fucking morning and there's 1 guy screaming his lungs out in spanish and I've already been in a hotel that's been shot up I'm sick of this shit
shout out to this woman for having the only funny bit in the Monitors (1969)
rewatching a movie you loved as a teen and realizing it’s actually really really really really not good
No hate to this person like I see what they're saying... any attempt to define a "life purpose" for any INDIVIDUAL person is just asking for evil. But y'all are completely fumbling the whole point. This is just hyper-individualist brainrot. No one thinks every individual person must be artistically inclined lest they be labeled a subhuman NPC. We're talking about SOCIETIES. MATERIAL CULTURES. GROUPS OF PEOPLE ALL COLLECTIVELY FINDING VALUE IN ART.
imagine watching this happen to your poor parents and then a few years later your first major film role is as a Russian in a slapstick comedy making fun of the red scare. That must've felt good as fuck.
The Russians Are Coming, The Russians Are Coming (1966)
The Russians Are Coming, The Russians Are Coming (1966)
I like that such a desperate and nihilistic black comedy was written by a cartoonist that's very chic I think.
i have a bad habit of reading letterboxd reviews and getting pissed right the fuck off. "why is the ending sooo weird" this is a 60's slapstick comedy you're weak and a complete disgrace to me.
kind of obsessed with the random photo of a baby orangutang in bean's police station locker
Pig 2021 with Nicholas Cage is what it feels like to have a 2-year technical degree on tumblr dot com
Tumblr likes to discuss the bygone days of 80's horror when men were freely objectified on screen but the epitome of this, to me, is a schlocky horror-comedy from 1981 called "Full Moon High" in which Alan Arkin's stocky bimbo son gets tied to a bed while a girl beats him. the student teacher relationship really makes the whole thing in my opinion though 👍
I don't think there will be a decline in human creativity because of Ai. because any good artist knows it's about the process of making art rather than the finished product. it is a lifestyle. the work never ends. the only people using Ai are profit-driven posers who would've been producing slop even before the advent of the internet.