Devin's Digitribes

Sometimes GOD’s calls his Angels home when you least expect it . . .

As I said, I hate pulling the race card, but this film makes me feel as if the American notion of copyright started out as a form of intellectual racism and simply grew into the hydra from there. Is this the case? What do you think? I would like to think better of this country and culture, but in light of all this “birther” nonsense it is hard not to. Racism is alive and well in America. I can only hope that we are pouring countless hours and dollars into a battle that began because of racial inequality, and then this fight would be practically pointless – at least short of a revolution [click the link above to continue reading]

I know what you’re saying – what a banal blog – I know, but a week later I am still trying to recover the emotion that The Truman Show [or the little Matrix that couldn’t] has sucked out of the very core of my existence. [click the link above to continue reading - watch the film at your own risk]

“This has all happened before, and it will happen again. The Cylons were created by man. They rebelled. Then they vanished. Forty years later they came back. They evolved. 50,298 human survivors hunted by the Cylons. Eleven models are known. One was sacrificed.” [Click the link above to continue reading]

Sita Sings the Blues is an aesthetically amazing text. Nina Paley crafts an excellent tale of heartbreak and recovery through an appropriation of classic theater practices, 1920’s Jazz, and Hindu Mythology, specifically the Ramayana [click on the title to continue reading].

What’s red, white, and bruised all over? My brain after watching Sukiyaki: Western Django, which normally is a good thing . . . until now. [click the above link to continue reading]

“Shay turned to me and said, ‘Being John Malkovich? Why the fuck can’t it be Being Tom Cruise?’ The next day the studio dropped the project.” – Sandy Stern on the troubles of finding financial support for the film Being John Malvovich, from the article “Being Sandy Stern” in The Advocate (798): p. 68. [Click the link above to continue reading].

Hmmmm, what witty little quip can I make about Vertigo? There has to be something – hmmmm . . . . , ok I got nothing. [Click the above link to continue reading . . . at your own caution]

The first rule of Fight Club . . . you don’t talk about Fight Club.

Fight Club talks about you.

If you said Fight Club appears to be an anti-capitalist, misogynistic, misanthropic foray into Hyper-masculinity, you’d be superficially right. What you read beyond that is a testament to what Fight Club says about you. [Click on the link above to continue reading]

Let’s play a game. I am going to say a word and you say the first thing that comes to mind. Ready? Vampire. Odds are in contemporary culture, the first thing that came to mind was Edward Cullen. Unfortunately this is not a post about Team Edward, Team Jacob, nor is it a diatribe on the absurdity of Sparkly Vampires. Instead this is a throwback to the grand daddy of all film Vampires, sorry Bela – not Bella, F.W. Murnau’s Nosferatu. The beautiful vampires (Butler, Cruise, and the Cullens) all owe their big screen debuts, and profits, to one horribly disfigured Count Orlock. [Click on the link above to continue reading]