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Sean T. Collins makes some good points. Yes, there’s too many action sequences, it seemed very out of place to have all sorts of ammunition fired, Homeland has been able to build more tension from threats than actual action. “Villains” is another thing that Homeland has to move past to remain effective (I don’t see this happening). I wrote about how Brody needed to leave the show last season, but now I like seeing Brody again this season, and I agree that ending his story this year would make sense, and give a great arc to his character (although I have trouble seeing Showtime being OK with this). By the end of the day, as long as Saul is still there, I’ll still watch.
A bunch of film reviewers recently put out their lists of the top ten films of the seventies, so here’s mine:
10. Days of Heaven
9. Five Easy Pieces
8. One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest
7. The Conversation
6. Taxi Driver
5. A Clockwork Orange
3. Apocalypse Now
2. The Godfather, Part II
1. The Godfather
Space Jam doesn’t just tarnish the Looney Tunes legacy, reducing it to something vulgar, cheap, and dumb. It also subtracts from the tremendous joy of watching Michael Jordan play basketball. Watching Jordan awkwardly wisecrack with Bugs Bunny and the gang is like watching a proud lion wear a beanie and ride a unicycle in a circus: a great and powerful force reduced to a dumb, pointless joke….
Lola isn’t really a character at all. She’s a merchandising and marketing vehicle whose only real purpose is to kiss Bugs at relevant moments and try to make audiences forget Bugs’ own rich history of gender-fuckery, cross-dressing, and flamboyant androgyny. Space Jam makes Bugs a tedious heterosexual instead of the sexually ambiguous character he’s always been. — Nathan Rabin’s piece for Dissolve on the forgotten Space Jam.
No such luck; no one even says “I gotta say, Dexter, it’s awful weird how everybody you know, from your wife, to your neighbor, to the two Miami Metro officers who were suspicious of you, to the forensic psychologist you knew through your father, all wound up dead, often with you the first at the scene.” What show did I think I was watching? Of course none of that happened. — The AV Club tears apart the latest episode of Dexter.
I’m listening to The Weeknd’s new album right now, and it’s just as troublesome as all the critics said.
It’s become slightly complicated for me to write. And I honestly think that Tumblr is blame for this. Not the horrible site itself, but my constant need to refresh the page and go though whatever crap shows up every five minutes in my feed. This needs to stop, but I’d just be fooling myself if I though I was going to quit. There’s no stopping it now.
There’s still a handful of albums that have to be listened to, and I’ll post a review for the new Nine Inch Nails later today. There’s still plenty of work to be done on an article revolving around Bruce Springsteen’s Darkness On The Edge of Town, I fear it’s going to take some time before I finish it.