For me the worst things about Kosiński’s book were the plagiarism and the straying too far from fact. I know it’s now understood as fiction and I don’t particularly care any more that it was never the autobiography he at first claimed it was – but, for a young person reading the book today, it’s still possible to get the wrong impression about a number of difficult historical episodes.
(Meanwhile I know nothing about the film you mentioned.)
Art Linkletter was 39 for a hell’ve a long time as I recall
MAGA night at the White House. On the menu: White fish, cauliflower/potato puree, and white chocolate bark. Then it’s your choice of games in the parlor: whist, whiffle ball, and pin the tail on the negro (just kidding!).
The only long knives I have are for cooking.
For their white horses to hitch… out front on the South Lawn…
How about a change of pace?
Marc Anthony and Pussyfoot?
Halloween actually wasn’t bad. And there are others. But they spawned lesser imitations that took over, relying less on skillful writing and mood setting and just went for the gore and same plot line over and over. Just like Alien was such a landmark film for a thousand reasons but suddenly we are left with cheap imitative drek in later years.
We watched the Japanese version of Dark Water some years back. By the time it was over, you had me, my wife and my mother in law agreeing to stay up for a while, leave the lights on and find pleasant conversation to keep us occupied.
Later on I watched the American version and it was just bland and did not have that understated jab to scare the hell out of you.
Or the abused who it is used on. We learn how they justify themselves.
I can play that game!
Cartoons were way better back in the day
I think a lot of them are looking for a type of “final solution” for non-white people. They just want those others to just be gone so the white supremacists can be surrounded by their own “pure” race. That’s why the border closings and incarceration of immigrants is one of their most popular actions. Only white people allowed.
I’ve seen enough white flight and 21st century segregation to understand what they seek.
Which is actually stuffed up his ass.
What an interesting story. I wish I knew what prompted some men to do that because I’ve read similar stories.
It boggles the mind if they honestly think they could accomplish that.
Remember: “pure white race” is just a polite description of recessive inbreeding.
Minnesota and other states being infiltrated by outsiders should adopt this idea: incarcerate (in cages) all the outside trouble-makers, but only white people.
That’s not campaigning - that’s Presidenting.
I understand. I find it much easier to watch horror films, but they’re equally hard to do. You can throw most of the ones I’ve sat through (when I don’t just stop watching) on the pile with cheap thrills like car chase movies.
In Truffaut/Hitchcock, Hitchcock explains there’s no suspense in watching two trains collide, only in watching them approach each other is there suspense. Almost nothing happens in the Blair Witch Project, yet it is scary as hell, one of the more successful horror movies I’ve ever seen. It gave me nightmares.
Yeah, well there is that.
That’s why it’s called a novel…now.
The film looks beautiful and just as terrifying as the book. It had mixed reviews at its premiere at the Venice Film Festival.
One day they’ll make a film about the first public screening of The Painted Bird, inside the Sala Darsena at the 2019 Venice film festival. It will feature the man who fell full-length on the steps in his effort to escape and the well-dressed woman who became so frantic to get out that she hit the stranger in the next seat. The centrepiece will be the moment 12 viewers broke for the doors only to discover that the exit had been locked…
Film festivals need masterpieces to marvel at and turkeys to laugh about. But they also need a film like The Painted Bird, a film that makes a mockery of star ratings. I can state without hesitation that this is a monumental piece of work and one I’m deeply glad to have seen. I can also say that I hope to never cross its path again.
Czech director Václav Marhoul spins war-torn history into phantasmagorical horror, rattling around ravaged eastern Europe for just shy of three hours. The Painted Bird is adapted from a 1965 novel by Jerzy Kosiński, which was cobbled together from survivors’ accounts, and takes its title from a scene in which a starling daubed with white paint is mistaken for an enemy and pecked to death by its flock. The movie shows this incident in complete grisly detail. It’s one of its lighter, gentler moments.
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Judged purely on visual terms, The Painted Bird is gorgeous: a lush black-and-white tour of birch forests and bulrushes and remote rustic hamlets.
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Marhoul’s film is unremittingly savage and searing. It knows exactly what it’s doing and, by that logic, never puts a foot wrong.
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The Painted Bird plumbs the depths, but rest assured that those hardy souls who stay the course are rewarded with the smallest glimmer of hope. This takes the form of a few lines drawn in the condensation of a bus window. After three hours in hell a lone crumb of comfort can fill us up like a banquet.
FFWD to…“Sheriff” Joe Arpaio. The more things “change”…