concrete dwellers

morning ride # 4

liondrae was feeling rather emo this morning:
atlas sound: 'river card'

grizzly bear: 'while you wait for the others'

bruce mackay: 'feet of clay'

papercuts: 'found bird'

seeds: 'can't seem to make you mine'

'river card' made the potholed stretch down grand ave. a little more bearable.

orange crush

my porn

Rozan & Schmeltz

ghetto glass graham

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summer time

i want to put lil anthony in my pocket

blueberry run ons

i was anticipating this film-- ever since i read a review on some random fan blog for wong kar wai, with clenched teeth and wringing hands. then i forgot about it, completely. my fondness for his films obviously go back to 'in the mood for love'. who doesn't like that movie? i suppose i could be lumped in with various culture leeches of my age group who lean towards: m. barney, all things berlinian, and a penchant for using phrases like 'mise en place' at the correct time. i am a character of myself. i know this. i embrace it. so after having seen 'in the mood for love', i was given a dubbed copy of '2046' --coincidentally my home address ,which i suppose gives me cool points in some dorky film circles. i watched '2046' once, this was about 3yrs ago. i wanted to feel the pang and longing with that film as much as i had for 'in the mood' but it wasn't there, it was posturing too much. i thoroughly enjoyed it, don't get me wrong, maybe it was the company i had when i viewed '2046'. in any case i walked into my local video rental store and saw 'my blueberry nights' in the to be shelved pile-
i thought to myself, "holy crap, i totally forgot about this!!... and wait.... the cover... IT'S HORRIBLE!!! the colors the pictures, WTF?!" i commented to the clerk who for the most part has great taste in movies (or we share common favorites) and asked if he had seen it yet. he had not, due to having just returned from tour with his band.
i decided to go with another film that night, but had my sights set on renting it next time in.

i went back a few nights later and rented 'my blueberry nights' much to the chagrin of the other clerk that keeps kool at the store.
what i found was shot upon shot of this:





the quintessential notion that portends drippy lust and imbued blueberry forlornness. great, now i want blueberry pie. its 4th july, who in the hell would have blueberry pie at 3am? i also was taken aback by chan marshall's part--- small and quiet. not sure what mr. kar wai was thinking in his casting process. is he the new woody allen of luring young beautiful women of modest (read: no) acting experience? everything was beautiful as expected, even though kar wai strayed from his tried and true cinematographer. and of course you could pause the movie at any frame and it would be a gorgeous still. jude was fine, the music was lush and languid. the pace creeped slow, rocking chair slow.
i recommend it, if anything to hear rachel weitz give her best southern accent splay.