niktemadur

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Back in the late 70s and early 80s, when I got to stay home from school, I remember that around 11am the local PBS channel would air short videos from regional public service stations around the country, or low-budget cartoon shorts with an experimental vibe to them, who knows where they were made or by whom.

One example was of a short fella who sang the same “Ey yey-yey-yey” refrain over and over again, those around him got increasingly annoyed but he wouldn’t stop. At the end, a mob slowly converges around the character, encircling him… and he just keeps on cluelessly singing the “Ey yey-yey-yey” refrain.
The mob covers the guy, there’s a quick collective roar, then it recedes to show a tombstone. The last shot is of the “Ey yey-yey-yey” echoing as we see the image of the grave, frozen on the screen.

Another one, which I vaguely remember was filmed by a North Carolina public television station, a live action short of a kid that gets bullied at school, at the end the bully or bullies have some sort of accident in the woods, the kid is witness to this, and the shot freezes on the kid looking straight at the camera, with a voiceover along the lines of “What would YOU do in this situation?”… and it ends, right there, not with a resolution but with a cliffhanger and a moral question.

EDIT: grammar for clarity

niktemadur, (edited )

Or something that came up while channel-surfing on TV and decided to leave it on for a minute, put the control aside, and ended up watching the rest.

Back while in high school, one weeknight I stumbled across Jean Luc Godard’s “A Bout De Soufflé” (“Breathless”) on our town’s local channel, at just the right moment when it seemed like the film was skipping. Intrigued, I left it on, soon enough figured out that this was intentional editing. By the end, my mind was blown and my way of looking at film and art had changed forever.

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Now that is a Rubicon that I crossed ages ago.

niktemadur,

the first actor in Star Wars that actually knew how to fight IRL

That also goes for Liam Neeson, who had already had a badass sword fight, check out his climactic duel versus Tim Roth in “Rob Roy”. In fact, I believe that scene was key in his being considered for the part of Qui-Gon, I remember it being said at the time.

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When you put it that way, the list of candidates thins out and the one figure I see still standing is John Coltrane, who in his day was running circles around fellow jazz musicians, they couldn’t wrap their heads around how Coltrane’s chord progressions and jumping between keys from note to note made any sense… yet it did, and beautifully.

EDIT: typo

niktemadur,

Man… I love this description so much, like a glimpse into the intellectual processes that go into the acting on screen, in best case scenarios like this one - top actors surrounded by sock puppets - there are crucial and consistent choices to be made.

It’s like what they say about dogs and cats.
Dogs see themselves as fellow humans.
Cats see humans as fellow cats.

niktemadur,

One magnet does not pull on the other, both are pulling on each other.

niktemadur,

Sixth law of thermodynamics: No labcoats, no clipboards

niktemadur,

The term they should have used from the get-go is “measurement” instead of “observation”. Humans will always tack on mystical mumbo jumbo if given a chance, muddying up the waters for us laymen trying to learn, and “measurement” sounds much more neutral to me.

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Actually, he won it for playing Churchill in The Darkest Hour.
Although I do believe Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy should have won all kinds of awards. And that includes Oldman for doing the nearly impossible as George Smiley: reprising a truly iconic Alec Guinness role and actually making it his own.

EDIT: well it took me a minute to catch your real meaning.

niktemadur,

The ones that really grab my sight are not film but glass plates, the clarity of images that are 120 years old is unbelievable.

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I thought it was Algernon Bracamontes of Aragon.

Also yes, it was Dimitri Maglev who invented maglev train technology.

niktemadur,

pEoPLe WhO eXeRciSe ArE mOrE sAddEr

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“A stable environment”.
But then there’s that surprise duster catastrophe every few months… unless it’s a bachelor’s apartment, then it can stay there nearly forever.

niktemadur,

It’s like poetry, it rhymes.

niktemadur,

Either a clone or a spontaneous midichlorian conception.

niktemadur,

They have played us for absolute fools

Who is “they”?
“They… you know… they. The librul… mooslem… communist… trans… lizard overlord… libruls!”

niktemadur,

He has been made redundant. Corporate has decided to cut costs and increase profits ahead of the upcoming IPO.

niktemadur,

What the hell is that supposed to be, a Klein Torus?

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I don’t think I’ll ever understand why Lucas kept that crappy special effect intact in the special edition while hyper-fixating on the singer’s tonsils at Jabba’s palace. Or making Luke scream “NOOOOO…!” as he willingly let go of that Cloud City vane thingamajig. Or putting R2D2 behind rocks he couldn’t fit through in the Tatooine desert while Luke gets attacked by Tusken Raiders.
Talk about having the wrong priorities every step of the way.

niktemadur,

American Graffiti is a very good and extremely well-directed movie, and got him his first Best Director nomination at the Oscars. The second being, obviously, for the original Star Wars.

I think he got lost in a maze of mirrors, a prisoner of his own massive success, considering his spectrum-ish profile and reclusive tendencies.

niktemadur,

Nope, it’s bone hurting juice.

Oof ow ouchie, my bones.

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Modelo, that’s the “fancy beer” (as far as industrial beers go) by the makers of Corona, their most expensive line of beers.

niktemadur,

The Almighty, All-Powerful, All-Knowing needs MONEEH! To grease the palms of politicians! It’s the only way!

So remember, all you little old ladies out there, at least once a week to take out your pocketbook and make out that check to me, The Almighty Himself, through one of His authorized agents on the radio and the teevee.

And get this latest round pro-gun, pro-oil legislation to go through! Oh… anti-gay, anti-minority, anti-evolution, I meant to say. That’s what’s important, right? That’s what y’all want. It’s a common cause for extreme alarm that y’all share with me, The Almighty Himself, through my authorized regional executives, as seen on Faux News and iHeartMedia on your AM radio dial.

niktemadur,

“I love shitposts.”
“Ah, yes. But they are so much better if you read them in the original Klingon.”

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