Month: February 2009

Film (Alan Schneider, 1965)

aka Samuel Beckett’s Film
USA / 20 min / silent (mostly) /16mm

Optional soundtrack: badongo


youtube: pt. 1, pt. 2




the Great Ecstasy of Woodcarver Steiner (Werner Herzog, 1974)

Die Große Ekstase des Bildschnitzers Steiner
DE, 45 min


herzog has a mancrush on this guy
with good reason
(popol vuh, you‘ve still never failed me)

imdb :: wiki

(view entire entry to watch the film’s opening scene)


the Proposition (John Hillcoat, 2005)

AU/UK, 104 min


a follow-up: another john hillcoat/nick cave collaboration
(still scored with cave-music, fuckyes)
obviously they cast ray winstone just for me
the violence is masterful, while not overdone



the Langoliers (Tom Holland, 1995)

USA, 180 min (!)


freeze-frame on joy-jump,
roll credits; this is how we do
psychic blind kids/meatwad pac men
monch up your whole crew

It seems like everytime Sci-Fi reruns this movie, I keep catching the last 5 minutes when they reappear in the airport. Quite possibly the worst 5 minutes in film history. No one seems to know how to act, and deliver their terribly written dialogue awkwardly. The fat guy wants to eat. Dean Stockwell and David Morse just look embarassed to be there at all. Patricia Wettig babbles like a 12 year old hippie after her first bong hit, and then they go skipping out of the airport and into a freeze frame straight out of a 60’s sitcom.

Wettig’s clearly ad libbed “I’m so happy!” as they’re running out is just hilariously awful.


Nonononono, “I’m talking about DAISIES!!!!!!!!!” Shut the f up Laurel.

To cultivate good taste in the bad, or to simply have bad taste… a fine line, Mädchen und Jungen. But if anything from 1995 were going to serve both types of losers, it’d be ol’ Langoliers (that or Evolver).

And if you sit through the whole 3 hours of it, you’re given witness to the best worst final shot in the history of cinema.