Cause it’s warm inside, is that not enough?

Posted in Uncategorized on June 27, 2010 by Nozhorbritvah

I don’t really have a terrible amount of trust anymore. That’s not to say that I’m unwilling to take risks with people, but I think myself and my friends are reaching an age where we are tired of temporary interactions. Earlier in our lives, probably a little earlier than eighteen, it was all about romance, and turmoil, and the thrill of the moment. But now, as aged as it makes me sound, I always think beyond that point. And regardless of what  the person in bed next to you tells  you, they are thinking the same thing. I think its mainly because all of us want to be surprised by the opposite sex. We want to be shown that this individual is not going to assert our fears. It’s not out of the fear of repeating the same situation over again. Lord knows at this point that’s gone from tragedy to eye rolling rerun. But what we truly all want is to be surprised into a level of comfort. A situation where we aren’t always keeping one hand behind our back closely clutching all the ammunition we can unload. In a way, as time and experience pave the way for future interactions we become far more protective  of our well being than the possibility of a volatile and exciting experience. I’m honestly not sure how I feel about that.


My horse must lose

Posted in Uncategorized on June 12, 2010 by Nozhorbritvah

I can’t help but think how strange it is the relationship I’ve had with this album. The Sound of Animals Fighting’s second release was revolting to me when I was 18. I remember buying it with my girlfriend-ish of the time, and upon listening to a few tracks, she exclaiming that it sounded like a more irritating version of Bjork. Interestingly I now enjoy the music of Bjork, and find myself quite distant from the person who made this statement. In general I find it interesting how musical taste shifts. For a while I had no trouble following the oft promoted idea of “PUNK ROCK!” This unclear lifestyle that involved listening to music designated by individuals who were ironically more financially invested and opinionated about what could and could not be grouped into the genre. A genre that ostensibly revolved around a devil may care attitude with regards to classification of anything.  At this point my iPod is a veritable stew of different music. And While I have an innate leaning towards loud guitars and good lyricism, I am quite open to anything that stimulates my malleus properly. I once wrote about how people rage on those who differ from their musical taste. At this age, its hard to do that in any way except ironically. Life is too short to deprive yourself of listening to something that stimulates you. Regardless of whether it’s tarted up pop stars or gritty “true to the earth” musicians.


Posted in Uncategorized on June 12, 2010 by Nozhorbritvah

I just awoke from a dream, and was frankly shocked at my brains ability to generate that much chaos. It started with myself and a little girl off to the liquor store to pick up booze for a party my friend is having. The theme of my interaction with kids plays a huge part in this and most likely has to do with a conversation I had regarding camp The women inside heckle us and we end up leaving and eventually driving back to where the party will be. As we drive through Cook campus of Rutgers I notice multiple fires, flames billowing off the area just below each buildings’ roof. Nearing the edge of the campus I can take no more and stop at the closest flaming building. I jump out and join in with a group of awkward teens, picking up buckets of milk and tossing them onto a flaming couch that sits in the living room of the building. At one point many survivors file out of the facility, including Will Smith. Firefighters force their way in and open a door on the other end of the building, revealing several shanty like areas behind it and more fires raging. I watch in horror as children ignite, one falling onto a fence, the others standing, unable to do anything. I run up and begin to feverishly roll one on the ground, hoping to smother the flames. But when I look down she is merely a plastic figurine, a detailed face drawn where her features should be. I stare up and a pre-teen laughs at me, beginning to lie compulsively as she walks by me, and threatening my friend; a heroic six foot something strongman who apparently knows me quite well. The events in this dream ranged from completely unbelievable to CNN footage. And yet the level of realism prevailed. As Leonardo Decaprio under Chris Nolan’s storytelling points out, “It is only when we wake from the dream, that we realize something was strange.”


Posted in Uncategorized on June 9, 2010 by Nozhorbritvah

Even with the risk of losing limbs…yeah I would.


Posted in Uncategorized on May 19, 2010 by Nozhorbritvah

The word charm is strictly defined as the ability to attract or interest. If there is anything life has taught me, it is that charm cannot truly be quantified as specific traits. It is interpreted uniquely to each individual in how they present it and what they consider to be charming. But one thing that does relate to all forms of charm and its interpretation is the idea of comfort. We as individuals look at a person’s appearance first and foremost. Physical attraction is every bit related to comfort as an appealing figure, dress, and stance will all put us at ease to continue interacting with the person we’ve encountered. But true to life, all these elements can be faked, and the physical love of your life may be a giant douchebag with a pleasing appearance. The next step is verbal interaction. And here is where most would argue the real nature of charm becomes evident or is found lacking. Here is also where comfort is the most important. Ease of discussion, similar interest, and in some cases humor all result in a pleasing experience for the individual being exposed to these factors.

My evaluation of the elements that make charm comes on the heels of seeing people try to fabricate it. I’ve never been a person who valued physical attraction over intellectual capability or sincerity. Not that I’m free from the curse of attraction to curves. But my experiences with people who many consider charming due to their physical characteristics have mostly weaned me from being purely drawn in due to a nice body. Someone I encounter fairly frequently in conversation attempted to lure me in with what she perceived was charm recently. But I was off put. This wasn’t her true nature, but a screen they’d concocted to lure me in. In fact, I’d confidently say that the comfort level of the person delivering what they perceive as charm is just as important as that of the one receiving it. People have a natural interaction and forcing flirtation or any sort of attitude on a demeanor that doesn’t express it is usually telling. Deep down there is a desire for comfort none of us can disguise, and as good at manipulation or projection anyone is, no one is exempt from being uncomfortable. Because nothing is more charming then acting natural.

They’re coming to get You cinema Part II: 3-D

Posted in The Horror... on April 16, 2010 by Nozhorbritvah

The second colossal issue eating away at the cinematic potential of horror is its value as a genre. With regards to this issue I’d like to reference a period  with some of the most ridiculous movie ideas. The eighties. Say we entirely disregard horror films from this decade. You are still contending with films like The Terminator and weekend at Bernie’s. Try to explain these plots to someone who has no idea about them and they’d probably think you improvised them after a few strong joints. “So then the waitress whose son will lead the future resistance crushes the skeleton robot in a factory compactor and calls him a fucker.” And yet, they are plots. There are characters, a definitive arc of events, and a goal for the protagonists. Now lets take our Delorean back to the future. A time of films like Meet The Spartans. Say what you will about how outlandish it is that no one realizes Bernie is alive. That for the whole movie he is paraded around and zany antics ensue. But this is a coherent joke. The money used to make sets, do and hire actors wasn’t going to making a poop reference with no punch line. Or the prompt to laugh because someone mentioned Paris Hilton.  So if comedies can go from Animal House to…sigh, Disaster Movie, then imagine where a lesser regarded genre like Horror is prioritized.


Five minutes into Beverly Hills Chihuahua

For the studio’s horror is a decidedly weekend cash in. If it isn’t a remake, then the disappointment is the lack of originality. Kids will go see it for a weekend and it will make back its budget and maybe a bit more. For studios, and certain directors, such a payoff is totally acceptable. Films like TCM and Exorcist had certain direction and cinematography, a sense of style that made them unique and shocking. Now horror is for the most part synonymous with shaky cam slashing and an almost self-deprecating sense of plot. There are tons of writers out there with the potential to create innovative and eye catching horror (Let The Right One In, Repo! in a conceptual sense), but for the cost benefit analysis, something too outlandish isn’t going to provide that weekend payback. Interestingly the phenomenon of sleeper hits is far and far less prevalent now, primarily due to the fact that studios will only green light something they know it will ensure instant financial gratification. I’d say there is a solution, but studio greed is really an immobile force. Money is more and more obviously the language of films, with acting, plot, and creativity very often an afterthought. What it truly comes down to is noticing the diamonds in the rough, and going out to see that occasional fun-loving gore fest. That’s really the best you can do as a horror fan.

PS: PG-13 slashers deserve only one word. Redundant.

They’re coming to get you cinema Part I

Posted in The Horror..., Uncategorized on March 6, 2010 by Nozhorbritvah

I consider myself a horror buff, and am therefore one of the lowest common denominators of those who obsess over a genre. At least that’s how horror fans are considered. This isn’t an entirely unfounded view. To our discredit the horror genre has produced a disproportionate amount of horrible films, the exceptions to the rule released on maybe a bi annual basis. Among horror fan’s, the arguments are really no different then those who idolize all categories of film. Sequels and remakes are derided and sometimes “new ideas” are thrown under the train for being too derivative. It’s a sentimental attraction to cinema drenched in karo syrup and holding a rusted chainsaw. Earlier in life, my parents especially enjoyed railing on my enjoyment of these films, explaining that they were psychologically damaging. Then my mother would watch a lifetime special where Susan Sarandon has fifty types of cancer and half her children are meth addicts. Truly a breath of fresh air compared to my trash. But this rant isn’t about the misjudgment of horror films. Because most legitimate horror fans have given up on defending their enjoyment. Some want trash and some want high art, and the mediators of the genre like myself sit in the middle; one hand clutching The Exorcist, the other firmly gripping Halloween III. The issue here, is that these varying levels of quality are beginning to disappear. More specifically, there is no longer an aspiration to make gritty grindhouse for the masses or another Psycho. Everything has become, almost painfully, about the money. I say almost because ultimately films do need to make some sort of profit, but the level to which this is expressed now is almost disgraceful. The reasons for this complacency with mediocrity is a lack of new ideas and the more and more undisguised view of horror films as a weekend cash in.

I’ll start with remakes, because of my neutrality on the issue. I’m neutral in the sense that there are some recent horror remakes I absolutely love. My Bloody Valentine in 3D was what I imagine the slasher genre felt like in the eighties. Packed theatres of people shrieking as ridiculously cookie cutter citizens experienced a pick axe to the head. I didn’t come out of it pondering my mortality but I did come out feeling like I’d had a whole hell of fun at the expense of the massacred townspeople. And that is true horror satisfaction.  The Dawn remake is still a film i will gladly sit through any day. While there is enough subtext that you don’t have to “turn off your brain” (a phrase epitomizing our society) it also isn’t as heavy handed in giving out the shame as the Romero original. Both films are great but have a very different time and place for being enjoyed. One also can’t forget that remakes have been a part of horror through history. John Carpenter’s the Thing is revered but not many know it is based off a far campier original release. Then there are the history of books being taken from heavily for film. 28 Days Later might as well have a Cormack McCarthy quote preceding the title credits. So given all this, where is my dislike of remakes? Well, its development has been growing due to a few slasher releases that, while not terrible, simply bored me. A few were heavy hitters in the eighties were rehashed but the name itself wasn’t going to sell the film, a point which studios  disagreed about. But moreover, it was the timeline for remake releases. Let The Right One In was overshadowed by Twilight’s theatrical release and yet may be the most compelling Vampire film I’ve ever seen. It is in fact an Exorcist in a time where people were too busy Blackberry’ing about Kristen Stewart’s stoner face to notice. So since it wasn’t acknowledged its now being remade. A film that came out less then 4 years ago. There is no reason for this to happen, especially to a stellar film that doesn’t need a re-imagining. And if the issue is subtitles, then…well that’s a diatribe for another time. And though this heinous rate of remaking is becoming an epidemic for all genres, horror fans have been suffering in excess. We cradle our Teddy Bears wondering which of our precious films will end up on the chopping block, MTV actors and CGI decapitations butchering our enjoyment of better butchering. And now even the film we see next weekend is not safe. Who knows which handlebar twirling exec will take the original piece of celluloid and remake it so “a larger audience can experience its impact,” minus the impact.

My grandad was an exec at Warner Bros. He used to tell us, “When there is no more creativity in hollywood, remakes will walk the earth.”

Part II next entry!