Yep, that's it! Have fun!I'm only watching this if it's the son of the same fire from the first movie coming back for revenge against the family that killed his dad. Is that what it is?
Yep, that's it! Have fun!I'm only watching this if it's the son of the same fire from the first movie coming back for revenge against the family that killed his dad. Is that what it is?
What I was saying was that yes, the author has no control over how a work is interpreted following its release, but that the author's intentions, if expressed, should not be open to interpretation. We have that with Lolita/Nabokov. While the author can't control how the reader reacts and takes in the book, the reader's take can be directly challenged by information that we about a given work (i.e. X goes around saying that they believe Lolita is a story written as a warning against toxic mascunality. Person Y can directly dispute that sourcing Nabokov's words, who was clear that there was no morality to Lolita and that it was written as a love letter to the english language).
Again, you imply that the author's intention should be guiding a good or better reading. Can't agree with that. Shame on me, I haven't read the novel, but I know that whatever Nabokov says about it cannot dictate its readings. It certainly can (and probably will) influence your interpretation, but any other reading that wouldn't be aware of his opinion on the novel could be just as interesting/valid (or more). Even the most honest and rational author can't be aware of his place in time and culture, the countless influences that are at work through his writing, or even his own unconscious mind - his reading is only one among others (possibly a very educated one, and those are the most interesting, but still).
I don't see where I'm implying good or better. Perhaps more understanding, but I don't know that I'd argue that this automatically makes it good or better - I'm certain I've watched films and read books who's perceived meaning/what I got out of it wasn't precisely what the artist intended/the essence of his work. And sure, even the most honest author can't be aware of his place in time and culture, but I find that separate from what the author was intending with his work - especially if that work is art for art's sakes and not meant/framed to be political or didactic. His reading obviously isn't the only one possible, but it's difficult to argue it's the one that bring the most understanding (and whether that's important or not is another debate) to what actually went into the execution/construction/intention of the art, and should hold precedence over what X reader's would be in terms of intellectual understanding or critical study, even if it isn' the only one. All things aren't equal here.
Picked it up tonight. It's definitely a strange movie, but ultimately I got bored (although the gruesome moments revved up my attention). I thought it started out as a terrific character study of a badly traumatized woman but that aspect of it slowly petered out until the ending which says something pretty weird and not all that convincing about catharsis. Most of the rituals on display quickly wore out their welcome for me, but they absolutely refused to go away for the longest time.Just got out of Midsommar. I'll add more later but on a visceral level, I can't remember the last time I had an experience like at the movies. By far the unsettling thing I've ever experienced outside of sleep paralysis. Just difficult to process right now. I don't even know if I'd recommend it.
Edit: I would absoutely recommend it.
Picked it up tonight. It's definitely a strange movie, but ultimately I got bored (although the gruesome moments revved up my attention). I thought it started out as a terrific character study of a badly traumatized woman but that aspect of it slowly petered out until the ending which says something pretty weird and not all that convincing about catharsis. Most of the rituals on display quickly wore out their welcome for me, but they absolutely refused to go away for the longest time.I liked the movie's touches of humour, but found a lot of the writing unintentionally hilarious (note to director: get a scriptwriter). Plus, there are themes galore related to catharsis, religious cults, duplicity, morality, and betrayal, but virtually nothing is done satisfactorily with any of them. I didn't like Hereditary either, one of the relative few around here who didn't. So maybe Aster just isn't my kind of director. Aster seems to me to have more of Shyamalan than Lanthimos in himI also have trouble with horror movies that don't leave their characters a way out, even if they don't take it. This one fairly early on seemed to telegraph that none of the group of Americans would come out intact. Such plots seem unnecessarily sadistic and predictable.
I don't necessarily disagree with this, but you originally brought up the novel because it's considered perhaps the greatest novel of the 20th century. By whom is it considered that? It's the readers, so it should be their reading of the novel that matters in this particular case, IMO. Put another way, if you're going to use the fact that it's considered a masterpiece to argue that a purely stylistic work can be one, then you have to accept the reasons why people consider it one, even if the author didn't intend many of their interpretations.
This is all beside the point, though, that it's valid for a purely stylistic work to be considered a masterpiece. The fact that arguably many people who consider it a masterpiece ascribe some unintended meaning to it (whether that's still a reasonable interpretation or not) doesn't really change the fact that many people with that knowledge and who agree with its intended reading do as well. I mean, do you really feel that it would cease to be a masterpiece and could be reasonably dismissed as "style over substance" if that "substance" were not present?I don't necessarily disagree with this, but you originally brought up the novel because it's considered perhaps the greatest novel of the 20th century. By whom is it considered that? It's the readers, so it should be their reading of the novel that matters in this particular case, IMO. Put another way, if you're going to use the fact that it's considered a masterpiece to argue that a purely stylistic work can be one, then you have to accept the reasons why people consider it one, even if the author didn't intend many of their interpretations.
Yesterday (2019) Directed by Danny Boyle 3A (bad movie; accessible)
Due to a freak world-wide occurrence, Jack (Himesh Patel) believes he is the only human on earth left who remembers the Beatles. First, he is understandably utterly dumbfounded. A failing musician, he can't resist incorporating Beatle songs into his set and everybody welcomes him as a new musical messiah. Initially, he is cool with this but fame and how he achieved it rests heavily on his shoulders. I thought this was a potentially great premise, but Yesterday is a work of commercial schlock of the laziest kind. Given the wonderful things they could have dreamed up, Boyle and company settle for a bland protagonist and surrounds him with stock cliche characters--the patient but long-suffering girlfriend, the money-grubbing manager, the semi-zonked out friend, the annoying father--and a tired, eventually kind of creepy script that limps to the finish in the least convincing way imaginable. The climax especially grated on my nerves partly because it was not only saccharine in the extreme but because it was so threadbare and unconvincing I felt embarrassment for all concerned. Boyle doesn't even trust the music, amping the sound to "11" when a song is performed in hope of generating excitement that the rest of the movie doesn't come close to providing on its own. I still like the premise, but the execution here is worst-case scenario stuff.
The World Premiere of *Once Were Brothers: Robbie Robertson and The Band* will kick off TIFF 2019The World Premiere of Once Were Brothers: Robbie Robertson and The Band will be the Opening Night Gala Presentation for the 44th Toronto International Film Festival on Thursday, September 5, at Roy Thomson Hall.
Directed by Daniel Roher (Ghosts of Our Forest) and executive produced by Martin Scorsese, Brian Grazer, and Ron Howard, the feature documentary follows Robertson from his early life in Toronto and on the Six Nations of the Grand River reserve, in Southern Ontario, to the creation of legendary roots-rock group The Band.
Definitely post more.In complete agreement here. I should post more here as the volume of things I watch is ludicrous.