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...extinction. In 1968, amidst the barricades that inspired Jean Paul Sartre, ideals rotted because of extremism and ideological stagnation. Beautiful dreams turned into anarchism, burning books, and Jacobin violence. Today, Michel Houellebecq, a prominent French writer, points out how even the utopian sexual revolution was perverted into a quasi-capitalist system of inescapable repression and perversion. So much for college dreams. According to another ’68 slogan, beneath the cobblestones, the beach lay. The beach is still there, waiting for the “days of wine and roses,” and the promise of rejuvenated welfare...
...central theme in the book, as Carla's ideas of Mexico, loaded with all kinds of cultural assumptions, clash with the reality. Overstaying her travel visa she becomes a reverse illegal immigrant, working under the table at a language school. She stays for a time with her ex-pat quasi-boyfriend Harry, who aspires to literary greatness by living in squalor, in spite of being the scion of a wealthy family. Eventually Carla's idealism and Harry cynicism come to philosophical loggerheads as Carla accuses Harry of being a "colonialist" and Harry declares Carla a "tourist...
...Fawkes tale ("Remember, remember, the 5th of November"), should so eerily foretell the 2001 bombing of another famous building (Remember, remember, the 11th of September). It's more audacious still that the Wachowskis, rather than scrubbing their script clean of 9/11 references, would emphasize the connection, proposing a dapper quasi-hero who is part Zorro (with the fancy swordplay), part Phantom of the Opera (but with a jukebox in his underground lair instead of a pipe organ) and just a smidge of Osama bin Laden (but with tastes more aesthetic than ascetic...
...unique language of comix. The panels, which essentially frame a finite period of time, begin to overlap. Glenn steps out of the panel border and walks around to another panel. Soon Glenn has come up with a fairly reasonable argument for how time is illusory. Huizenga takes the quasi-profound day-dreamy musings of an average guy's walk down the street and puts them into...
...leads, of course, to eventual ruin, loss of bladder control and hideous sores, (and then, predictably, weird masks and a steel nose to cover the sores). Midway through the movie, I was confused as to why I should care about any of this. The characters talk constantly, mostly in quasi-literary soliloquies that make no sense, but that are said in a forceful way as if to pretend they actually do, and sometimes peppered with decidedly modern expressions for the 17th century (such as, “fuck you!”). No one’s inner-motivations...