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My Top 20 Films of All Time

19 Oct

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1. Consuming Spirits (2012; dir. Chris Sullivan)

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2. What Ever Happened To Baby Jane? (1962; dir. Robert Aldrich)

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3. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974; dir. Tobe Hooper)

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4. Blue Velvet (1986; dir. David Lynch)

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5. La Mala Educación (2004; dir. Pedro Almovódar)

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6. The Loved Ones (2009; dir. Sean Byrne)

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7. Die bitteren Tränen der Petra von Kant (1972; dir. Rainer Werner Fassbinder)

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8. The Crying Game (1992; dir. Neil Jordan)

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9. La Pianiste (2001; dir. Michael Haneke)

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10. Holy Motors (2012; dir. Leos Carax)

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11. Jackie Brown (1997; dir. Quentin Tarantino)

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12. An American Werewolf in London (1981; dir. John Landis)

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13. Lolita (1962; dir. Stanley Kubrick)

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14. Under The Volcano (1984; dir. John Huston)

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15. Wake in Fright (1971; dir. Ted Kotcheff)

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16. Heavenly Creatures (1994; dir. Peter Jackson)

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17. Aguirre, der Zorn Gottes (1972; dir. Werner Herzog)

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18. Kafka (1991; dir. Steven Soderbergh)

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19. Manhunter (1986; dir. Michael Mann)

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20. Withnail & I (1987; dir. Bruce Robinson)

Beware of a Holy Whore (1971) – Fassbinder’s 4th Film

23 Apr

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“The Death of Lovers”

We shall have beds full of subtle perfumes,
Divans as deep as graves, and on the shelves
Will be strange flowers that blossomed for us
Under more beautiful heavens.

Using their dying flames emulously,
Our two hearts will be two immense torches
Which will reflect their double light
In our two souls, those twin mirrors.

Some evening made of rose and of mystical blue
A single flash will pass between us
Like a long sob, charged with farewells;

And later an Angel, setting the doors ajar,
Faithful and joyous, will come to revive
The tarnished mirrors, the extinguished flames.

-Charles Baudelaire

trans. by William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

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The American Soldier (1970) – Duels in Shadow

12 Apr

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“The Duel”

Two warriors rushed upon each other; their arms
Spattered the air with sparks and blood.
This fencing, this clashing of steel, are the uproar
Of youth when it becomes a prey to puling love.

The blades are broken! like our youth
My darling! But the teeth, the steely fingernails,
Soon avenge the sword and the treacherous dagger.
— O Fury of mature hearts embittered by love!

In the ravine haunted by lynxes and panthers,
Our heroes viciously clasping each other, rolled,
And their skin will put blooms on the barren brambles.

This abyss, it is hell, thronged with our friends!
Let us roll there without remorse, cruel amazon,
So the ardor of our hatred will be immortalized!

-Charles Baudelaire

trans. by William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

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Why Does Herr R. Run Amok? (1970) – Because the abyss moves

10 Apr

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“The Abyss”

Pascal had his abyss that moved along with him.
— Alas! all is abysmal, — action, desire, dream,
Word! and over my hair which stands on end
I feel the wind of Fear pass frequently.

Above, below, on every side, the depth, the strand,
The silence, space, hideous and fascinating…
On the background of my nights God with clever hands
Sketches an unending nightmare of many forms.

I’m afraid of sleep as one is of a great hole
Full of obscure horrors, leading one knows not where;
I see only infinite through every window,

And my spirit, haunted by vertigo, is jealous
Of the insensibility of nothingness.
— Ah! Never to go out from Numbers and Beings!

-Charles Baudelaire

trans. by William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

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Gods of the Plague (1970) – Bedroom Walls Unto Sheets

9 Apr

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“Elevation”

Above the lakes, above the vales,
The mountains and the woods, the clouds, the seas,
Beyond the sun, beyond the ether,
Beyond the confines of the starry spheres,

My soul, you move with ease,
And like a strong swimmer in rapture in the wave
You wing your way blithely through boundless space
With virile joy unspeakable.

Fly far, far away from this baneful miasma
And purify yourself in the celestial air,
Drink the ethereal fire of those limpid regions
As you would the purest of heavenly nectars.

Beyond the vast sorrows and all the vexations
That weigh upon our lives and obscure our vision,
Happy is he who can with his vigorous wing
Soar up towards those fields luminous and serene,

He whose thoughts, like skylarks,
Toward the morning sky take flight
— Who hovers over life and understands with ease
The language of flowers and silent things!

-Charles Baudelaire

trans. by William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

Katzelmacher (1969) – Dreary as Sleep was dressed

8 Apr

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“In the footsteps of the walking air”

In the footsteps of the walking air
Sky’s prophetic chickens weave their cloth of awe
And hillsides lift green wings in somber journeying.

Night in his soft haste bumps on the shoulders of the abyss
And a single drop of dark blood covers the earth.

Now is the China of the spirit at walking
In my reaches.
A sable organ sounds in my gathered will
And love’s inscrutable skeleton sings.

My seeing moves under a vegetable shroud
And dead forests stand where once Mary stood.

Sullen stone dogs wait in the groves of water …
Though the wanderer drown, his welfare is as a fire
That burns at the bottom of the sea, warming
Unknown roads for sleep to walk upon.

-Kenneth Patchen

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Love Is Colder Than Death (1969) – Cupid & Psycho

7 Apr

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“Cupid and the Skull”

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Cupid is seated on the skull
Of Humanity;
On this throne the impious one
With the shameless laugh

Is gaily blowing round bubbles
That rise in the air
As if they would rejoin the globes
At the ether’s end.

The sphere, fragile and luminous,
Takes flight rapidly,
Bursts and spits out its flimsy soul
Like a golden dream.

I hear the skull groan and entreat
At every bubble:
“When is this fierce, ludicrous game
To come to an end?

Because what your pitiless mouth
Scatters in the air,
Monstrous murderer — is my brain,
My flesh and my blood!”

—Charles Baudelaire

trans. by William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

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