
The other night me and the gang went on an aimless and ultimately fruitless journey into the heart of Silverlake to see all the fun we've been missing out on living in Walnut. Apparently there's not much.
Other than some tight pants and hoodies I can't say life's much different place to place, yet I've been noticing this flight of the young and anxious to places like NYC or Frisco. It reminds me of this Bruce Springsteen song that goes something like, "There's something happening somewhere, baby I just know that there is."
Unrest is a funny thing. I was watching the new mumblecore darling Quiet City and it almost fooled me into thinking New York was the place for me. Something about brick buildings and bookcases stir the soul I guess.
The film's not bad. I can describe its success in one word: humble. John said something about how Away From Her worked best when the director stopped trying to be a filmmaker and just let it happen. The same could be said of Quiet City. There's some loose, yet elegant form going on like having a loud and raucous score play over the title "Quiet City" that's nothing to write home about, but effective in its simplicity.
I saw Belle de Jour for the second time earlier this week too. I appreciated the sound design much more this time around. All those bells and meows reminded me of something I forgot about. I think I should take breaks from watching only the masters though. Sometimes something contemporary can serve as a nice reminder of setting the bar a little lower.
A humble film will be my next film.
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