Sunrise (1927)

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Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans (1927)


The fantasy of sin, hedonism, seduction
is never nearer
than when a snaky vamp gyrates wildly
glistening in the moonlight
held in your arms above you
inches from your jugular

Your troubled wife weeps
in a country cottage nearby, but at the moment
you don't care

because when the aggressive
woman from the city
kisses you, you swoon like a woman,
feel sleek and beautiful
for the first time

enraptured by your submission;
empowered by the sinister eroticism
of your own weakness;
that, you never knew.
But now, you know--your role
is to adore the bobbed-hair
goddess, at any cost.

Too, the city itself tempts you--
streetcars, traffic, searchlights,
nights awash in colored neon,
sophisticated flappers with dark lips and
kohl lids, artists, dance halls bobbing with
ecstatic jazz, impossibly evil,
an orgy of sound and flesh
anonymous and stylish.


But then again, love never seemed so real
as the earth under you nails that nourishes the seeds
and feeds you; the sunshine yellow of an innocent's hair;
sharing simple joys and memories with
someone trusting and open, entrusted
to your care--


and so you come back
to earth

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"Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans"
view clip here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zbEoyG02Hw&feature=related

Children of Paradise (1946)

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Children of Paradise (1946)


In the finale, isn't life

just like a

screaming mime

torn violently from his

spiritual bride?

Further and further

from his goddess

the bobbing horde pushes

him. They

are a violent sea of
white-clad revelers
whose ironic costumes proclaim:

If we sweep you in the wrong direction--

Too bad but don't blame us!

We are innocent, because we, too

are pure--!
We too, are spinning!
We too

love life while spinning dizzily

in the the wrong direction--

we, too--

are

French--!

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The Freshman (1925)

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The Freshman (1925) (starring Harold Lloyd)

If the pur-suit of happiness turns out to be so poorly sewn

it falls off your body in pieces

as you dance your Jazz-Age ass off

at the party, don't worry;

it doesn't matter that you

haven't read a book, or attended a class, other

than football practice--and that

your newly-bought friends laugh at you

behind your back; all that matters in the end

is that you learn one lesson well--that being:

how to pick the right girl

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Clip from "The Freshman" with commentary:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTGDNyj7VyY

Rain (1932) starring Joan Crawford

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Rain (1932)


Joan Crawford's drama-drenched
kinda street, kinda sweet Sadie
deconstructs morality

as the camera flows
with the liquid wit
of a lit sailor.

This "flop" was pre-code and
precocious; it's natural audience
wasn't born yet


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Homage to "Rain" on youtube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9k9wjqUtXm0&feature=PlayList&p=E04019D977A8B540&index=1

College (1927)

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COLLEGE (1927)


The brilliance of Buster Keaton
in this role
is making complete failure
at absolutely everything
look like only slight
exaggeration

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Accatone! (1961) (Italy) Dir. Pier Paolo Pasolini

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ACCATONE! (1961)


Some pimps should just stay home.
Some pimps ain't got no luck.
This one hangs around in a slum
with his chums--so in fact

he doesn't leave home.
One day broke luckless Accatone
sees a nice girl
and is stunned.

He wants her
as she is, but he needs her
to making a living, so
to the streets she goes.


Disenchantment with his niche
leads Accatone to take a radical step
toward a more honest profession:
stealing.

but pimps aren't meant
to work
and it is
his undoing.

Everyone in this,
Passolini's first
movie,
is hungry, yet

their specific charm lies
in the inability
to imagine
food

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Wedlock House: An Intercourse (1959); short; director Stan Brakhage

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Wedlock House: An Intercourse (1959)


Since seeing this film
it strobes in a private
fold in the crevices of my brain;
a sexy scary and
almost nauseous depiction
of intimacy and forces
bigger than shadows darting and
coffee cups lifting
in throbbing repetition
to lips and the
silent in and out of everyday

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Entire film can be viewed here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YkOBLj9NYY&feature=PlayList&p=5175804071EF730C&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=36