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Feb. 12th, 2005 03:43 pmSo many movies.
Simon was right. Made In Secret: The Story Of The East Van Porn Collective is probably the best thing I've seen at the Indyfest thus far. Lots of good commentary on gender and body image issues and the sad state of mainstream porn, in addition to insights on consensus based decision making in general. Mainly though, all the characters are just incredibly likable, except of course the glorious thing about documentaries is that they're real people instead of characters. I find it a little less creepy to like real people as opposed to small parts of a writers brain. I want them to move here, or be my pen pals, or something. Random Quotable Line: "I want us to be like the Fugazi of Porn". Punk rock!! Tangent: The last five shuffled songs on my iTunes playlist have been New Order's Bizarre Love Triangle, VNV Nation's Beloved, Depeche Mode's Strangelove, Nick Cave's Let Love In, and now Fugazi's Waiting Room. One of these things is not like the other...
After Made in Secret I went to go see Sons of Provo, because really, there's just something singularly satisfying about following up a documentary about porn with a mockumentary about a Mormon boy band. It was of course incredibly funny ("Now give me an 'Oooooh' sound and show me repentant") . I'm actually trying to think of a mockumentary that I've thought has sucked, and I'm not coming up with anything. My deep, dark, secret confession: I kind of want the soundtrack CD now... How can you resist these lyrics... Actually, I can't pick my favorite lyric, just go look at all of them at the Official Webpage. Added bonus, samples of the songs themselves. Score. Actually, while I'm at it, I want the Made In Secret soundtrack also, especially the Wet Spots stuff. I've been humming Do You Take It? to myself all day. It's going to get me in trouble sooner or later.
I think I'm hoping that if I keep watching Indyfest movies I'll eventually be able to blot out the cthulhoid soul-crushing terror of watching the Star Wars Holiday special last week. Never in my life before have I experienced such a driving urge to not be sober. As if somehow I could muffle my fragile psyche in a thick wool from the unrelenting terror assaulting it. Thankfully we were prepared for just such a situation, or I'm sure I would have been forced to turn to trepanation or huffing glue. Even in a dissociative haze however, the first ten minutes consisting of nothing but screeching in Shyriiwook (Yes, I know what the wookie language is called. I'm a sad, sad excuse for a human being) was almost enough to do me in. There are really no words to describe the terror...
Anyway, after Sons of Provo, I hung out with Maggie who gave me several well deserved kicks in the ass, but then just settled into berating me verbally, which was nice, as upon last report anti-Joshie sentiment was running high. Also saw Aneel and Joshrander, but didn't talk all that much. Ended up skipping Zatoichi and heading back early. Tonight I think I will go see Dry Spell again and then hit up an un-Valentines day party. Fun fun.
Simon was right. Made In Secret: The Story Of The East Van Porn Collective is probably the best thing I've seen at the Indyfest thus far. Lots of good commentary on gender and body image issues and the sad state of mainstream porn, in addition to insights on consensus based decision making in general. Mainly though, all the characters are just incredibly likable, except of course the glorious thing about documentaries is that they're real people instead of characters. I find it a little less creepy to like real people as opposed to small parts of a writers brain. I want them to move here, or be my pen pals, or something. Random Quotable Line: "I want us to be like the Fugazi of Porn". Punk rock!! Tangent: The last five shuffled songs on my iTunes playlist have been New Order's Bizarre Love Triangle, VNV Nation's Beloved, Depeche Mode's Strangelove, Nick Cave's Let Love In, and now Fugazi's Waiting Room. One of these things is not like the other...
After Made in Secret I went to go see Sons of Provo, because really, there's just something singularly satisfying about following up a documentary about porn with a mockumentary about a Mormon boy band. It was of course incredibly funny ("Now give me an 'Oooooh' sound and show me repentant") . I'm actually trying to think of a mockumentary that I've thought has sucked, and I'm not coming up with anything. My deep, dark, secret confession: I kind of want the soundtrack CD now... How can you resist these lyrics... Actually, I can't pick my favorite lyric, just go look at all of them at the Official Webpage. Added bonus, samples of the songs themselves. Score. Actually, while I'm at it, I want the Made In Secret soundtrack also, especially the Wet Spots stuff. I've been humming Do You Take It? to myself all day. It's going to get me in trouble sooner or later.
I think I'm hoping that if I keep watching Indyfest movies I'll eventually be able to blot out the cthulhoid soul-crushing terror of watching the Star Wars Holiday special last week. Never in my life before have I experienced such a driving urge to not be sober. As if somehow I could muffle my fragile psyche in a thick wool from the unrelenting terror assaulting it. Thankfully we were prepared for just such a situation, or I'm sure I would have been forced to turn to trepanation or huffing glue. Even in a dissociative haze however, the first ten minutes consisting of nothing but screeching in Shyriiwook (Yes, I know what the wookie language is called. I'm a sad, sad excuse for a human being) was almost enough to do me in. There are really no words to describe the terror...
Anyway, after Sons of Provo, I hung out with Maggie who gave me several well deserved kicks in the ass, but then just settled into berating me verbally, which was nice, as upon last report anti-Joshie sentiment was running high. Also saw Aneel and Joshrander, but didn't talk all that much. Ended up skipping Zatoichi and heading back early. Tonight I think I will go see Dry Spell again and then hit up an un-Valentines day party. Fun fun.
