Maysles and Akerman, cinematically speaking, they died happily. i like documentaries and narratives about singular personalities in the city. i escape into them, and also they're people. i was glad to have watched this and she and Maysles were meant for each other.
this is the type of thing that happens when i have netflix. so i sampled this, i'm only three movies behind in the series (i've only seen the first), and i watched the beginning of this, then i scrubbed through it and, you know, there might be something to this movie. i mean it doesn't look like it, but maybe. i'd be ok with being a person who watched all of this movie and even better if i'd seen the ones before it too.
another nyc gem here. that apartment in that building in that circumstance with those people and the camera. it's not too wild to say that i wish the entire hollywood apparatus would dismantle itself and actually just all movies were like this, is what i'm saying. it's a fact that i preferred this to The Dark Knight, for example, which they're a big fan of, and i thought this was pretty good. i most liked when they went to the beach, and the vice doc with them meeting David O.
the native american dad was a good dad. i don't now think of Adam Sandler as a terrible person. i mean, they're goofy. i didn't realize Vanilla Ice was Mark Twain. i missed the Harvey Keitel part because actually i saw the first ten minutes of this movie, fell asleep, then i watched the last half hour, and i thought it was a good movie.
took a gamble, calling it a win. i liked the pov shot with the spraypainting and electronic music and cops. i liked all the electronic music and cityscape. there were many narrative choices that were so French to make. why would you spraypaint the dog?? meanies. then it's a bit like Paranoid Park. also other things. glad i watched this.
there was too much WW2 at the end for me. i most liked between the two wars, androgyny and the idea of people throwing fantastically textured parties, that's always this thing i like to hear about.
