tbh Boyhood would’ve been a classic if Mason was watching The Cell Saga instead of The Buu Saga
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The Wedding Singer (Frank Coraci, 1998)
Big Daddy (Dennis Dugan, 1999)
The Royal Tenenbaums (Wes Anderson, 2001)
Blended (Frank Coraci, 2014)
Sparrow (Johnnie To, 2008)
"a film without a hero" - j.m.s
Moses and Aron - Jean-Marie Straub & Daniele Huillet, 1974
"May seemed to enjoy the minutiae of editing (in its way, a visual analogue to improvisation), although at times her habits became erratic. Some nights she would return to the editing bays after the editors had gone home, with Cassavetes in tow, and systematically undo everything the editors had done that day, then disappear for forty-eight hours. Cassavetes, Falk, and the writer Peter Feibleman were among the chosen few allowed to visit. At some point during postproduction, Jeannie Berlin also moved into the Sunset Marquis. May herself rarely ventured out, save to troll from her suite to the cutting room, her figure wraith-like, her face occasionally painted with intense mask like makeup. She had forbidden the maids from entering her private bedroom for ten months, and when she left the remaining production staff found rotting banana peels and apple cores strewn in her bed, the charred remains of TV dinners in the oven, the blackout curtains across all the windows. She’d written notes to herself in lipstick across all the mirrors. May seemed to lived primarily on pills and health food. At one point she even commanded an underling to bring her only pink food. "If you put any salt in the food," May told one waitress, "I will die right here."
From Rachel Abramowitz’ Is That a Gun in Your Pocket?
The kind of thing you’d rather not know, but enjoy knowing nonetheless, because, let’s face it, mania persists in creation.
currently sprinting around my living room, screaming out obscenities.