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Habitual Perceiver #314 How can an actor get typecast as an insane, homicidal, tracksuit wearing, umbrella wielding schizophrenic ... what a legend 031229
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stork daddy a life of mild interest to a boring person like me. 040409
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eskimos friend takeshi kitano, my favourite director... well the director of my favourite film. and i don't know if he wrote the music for the lily chou-chou songs too, but they're incredible.

some favourite lines:

"The things you hold dear, friends, family, lovers, hurt you the most. You live with that."

"In my darkened room, arms around my knees; that's all I remember"

"The first to make ethereal music were Debussy and Eric Satie" (my two favourite composers)

"A helpless soul now screams without a voice" (perfect pentameter, in english, not so sure it would be in japanese...)

"I hate everyone. But I like it here." (appropriate for blather?)

"How wonderful will be the end of all things"

"Black tears. Blue smiles. I am transparent. A world without colour."

one thing that annoyed me about kill bill is that they used a lily song and didn't accredit it, nor put it on the soundtrack. grrr...
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stork daddy his violent movies are okay, but i prefer kids return, kikujiro no natsuyasumi etc. right now i'm watching getting any, because it's the only one i haven't seen. 040409
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in a silent way "dolls" just might be his masterpiece. he's called it his most violent film, though there's essentially no physical violence that takes place on-screen. emotional violence. that's what it is. miho kanno's performance is a thing of wonder. she conveys so much while barely speaking a word.

it's a beautiful, punishing film, and i haven't been able to watch it again in seven years. it lives in the same range as a few cassavetes films, like "a woman under the influence". a little too close to the bone to experience on anything approaching a regular basis.

i'll return one day, when i feel i can handle a second go-round, and let it destroy me all over again.
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