Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Whoa.



   "...the orb I sought
To serve, those glimpses came of Fomalhaut..."

--Sord*llo


If my window is still not working by now, it can wait through our cold days.


"As Life, the somewhat, hangs 'twixt nought and nought.."

--ibid

"Or say, words have knees..."

--Zukofsky

"Each a god's germ, doomed to remain a germ"

--Sord*llo


"Visual artists painting all day with the sound of their brush strokes amplified over the public address system."



"Brief, the object of Arab life was to be--to be fre, to be brave, to be wise; while the endeavour of other peoples was and is to have--to have wealth, to have knowledge, to have a name; and while moderns make their 'epitome of life' to be, to do, and to suffer."

--Richard F Burton, T*rminal 3ssay to Th* Thousand Nights and a Night


Truly our world is simulacrum of a misfiring conspiracy.


Automatically do ambigrams. (via M*tafilt*r)


36%


Tuesday, August 23, 2005


203.

Ophion aparthood this · I coast onion mask spurting basilisk
orchid stinky shard · woodchuck honcho idolatrous
storp this I usurp pitch Scully · down mask assumptions

Traditionally a Sith bard would vanish at song's crux. I dismount by turning again to my initial word. For I am not actually a Sith.


204.

[ gafiating (passion)
if · I (caracul)(carol) study (atrocity) distort
ungainly aground

[ halitosis party blowout · I

[ futility tulip

parity warg
dry I at · ryotwar twinkling fallout

tumid fun am I adapting


"Here comes Johnny with an iPod
Shuffle in his hand
Marching"


gafiating ransack if · I calico strum diamond
ungainly aground tripod · panic insight as gallop
actinic akin firn Africa · Lilith actually

Triumvirat circa 1973. Garmonbozia.



205.

parity warg
dry I at · ryotwar twinkling fallout grasp
ago ado grail hydrargyrum
· wins rain Styx disport my
vocabulary star swain saw
· gray star owls riding

This is finish of a Sith song. Its tag is "2M1207b": our first distant world a photo of is found. To look at is to think of many dark fathoms’ crossing and our small cobalt orb, its wights at war with its own air, no warg to fly to past losing. But you can’t absorb that. Its gray dot is obviously a glitch. Canaan is not that icon.
   Dark fathoms say So Long.


   gray star owls riding



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Tarboosh!


Monday, August 22, 2005

To the editors at  "Entertainment Weekly,"  

Once again, you guys simply do not get it.  In the recent article  "Summer Squash" much ado was made about how movies like Bewitched and Cinderella Man "both underperformed in spite of their stars."  What stars? Surely you don't mean Nicole Kidman and Russell Crowe?  A quick glance at the filmography of either will reveal them to be little more than highly paid actors with mostly lackluster to middling track records among the American moviegoing populace.   I mean, come on, did anybody really think that the woman who appeared in a dud like Birth was going to be able to pack 'em in to a movie that bastardized a beloved small screen classic; that is, after failing to pack em in a year ago for a bastardized remake of a 70's psychological horror film.  Need more proof?  Check out the U.S
grosses for The Birthday Girl and the much publicized Moulin Rouge! Even Kidman's Oscar winning The Hours couldn't grow legs at the box office, and neither The Others nor Cold Mountain, according to the Internet Movie Database, achieved a domestic gross in excess of $100,000,000. Though Kidman consistently generates a lot of press, the American public has almost
as consistently rejected her as a bona fide movie star.  What's not to get about that?

Ditto, the boor named Russell Crowe (whom the press impishly labels a "bad boy," so he'll somehow come across as less of a bully). Crowe got lucky with the likes of Gladiator and A Beautiful Mind,  but, like Kidman, the rest of his resume is rounded out by movies that, despite lots of acclaim, failed to reach the greater percentage of average moviegoers: LA Confidential,
The Insider, Mystery Alaska, and, yes, even Master and Commander.  Further, all the gossipy speculation about Crowe and Meg Ryan wasn't enough to turn 2000's Proof of Life into a box office blockbuster. Why? Because most of the average moviegoing public isn't interested in paying good money to see Russell Crowe on the big screen.  So why does the media report
his every move?  Believe me, if people weren't interested in seeing Crowe in Cinderella Man before he started throwing phones, they were even less likely afterward.  Here again, the general public is smarter than the press.

Also, enough already of the requiem for Cinderella Man.  I worked in the movie exhibition business for over 20 years and the truth is, prestigious, well reviewed movies flop at the box office all the time; likewise, heavily hyped "high concept" pictures flop just as often  It's just the crap-shot nature of the business. Why did Cinderella Man fail?  Simple, the marketing campaign
was all wrong.  The movie was presented to the American moviegoing public as a prime Oscar contender at a time when most people simply weren't thinking about Oscars. Worse, the last big Oscar winner was also about boxing. The producers of Cinderella Man should
have waited until fall, utilized a more modest ad campaign, and platformed the movie's release.  If they'd done that, instead of being so nakedly greedy for the summer box office dollar, they might have better postioned their picture in the market place--and dodged that business about Crowe's temper tantrum.

Finally, you guys really are fools, you know that?  For you to attribute the success of War of the Worlds more to Dakota Fanning than Tom Cruise is just preposterous.  Do you honestly believe that little girl, as good as she is, would have made a difference at the box office if she'd been paired with a less charismatic, less bankable star than Cruise?  Or do you just expect your readers to believe that? The War of the Worlds has taken in over 200 million dollars at the U.S. theatres.  It's a personal box office best for Cruise, which seems to indicate the American moviegoing public is more interested in whether he delivers on the big screen, and less interested in what he does on Oprah Winfrey's tv show. So why can't you be a little more gracious, accept defeat, and get over yourselves?

The American public has spoken this summer, and they're not happy. The people at the top of Hollywood moviemaking community would do well to listen. They should do what I used to do when I was in the business: listen to what people are saying when they're in ticket lines, or when they're walking through the lobby after their movie is over, and, especially, go into auditoriums and gauge how people respond to the previews of coming attractions (but beware of focus groups, in which people tend to become self-conscious--and instead keep your eyes and ears open for the unguarded, spontaneous reaction).   There's an old saying, "Give the people what they want and they'll show up every time."  Well, you know, the reverse of that is true also, as we have seen this summer.  But you have to be willing to listen first in order to make any of it work.  Meanwhile, you guys at EW would better serve your readers if you stuck to reporting the trends of the entertainment machine instead of straining, as you now so often do, to dictate them.

Thank you,
Melanie Pruit

"Mysticism doesn't come naturally to an ironist..."
                                           --Pauline Kael

199.

numinous
sump am I in · tomorrow rusty tsantsa ask
fulvous smalt spool wall imp wick
· wispy and still sorrowing smily
fossick grisly around bolt
· swindling frost cub

"
Here comes Handsome Johnny with a Chinese
Menu in his hand
Marching to the Dim Sum War"

--Victor V*rmis



200.

luminous
pulp small I ink · follows fulcrum ash appalling
gulls slip up as am balmy
· sly allot bits with unknown killings
if could slow blast moonlight swarm
· using UFOs

Hollow Gaia is origin of UFOs. From Polar doors soaring.



201.

basic marl as I scoop smart · gall bringing sloppy walking as
I assist ichthyosaur · solid forlorn apply tsantsa
smugly daft arid stool agaric · rapacious

Night visions carry actual import. So do shrooms. So do sitcoms. Our folly is not to know how to act on it.


202.

logic forlorn again I
· ocarina affair fob crass
slack forgot brought any back
· ogrishly gallons fill and fill
roting across ballistic grout
· nix onion wax mask

Only Sith dancing is a choral bug stomp.
   Ophion a world a moon of Goldilocks or 70 Virginis b. Tripods warm cloud world. Why do i go back to that icon of gray? Is it i find sunlight not so inspiring? "Warg" is location a wight was born in. "Gafiating" is scifi fandom lingo for Going Away From It All, giving up fandom. "Ryotwar": if farming tax cannot always pay thus auto killing is a kind of solution or so it looks. Institution riot, matrix against its units. Can ants go nomadic? Will history award us a final fix?




"French sociologist Roger Caillois... makes a very broad definition of human play identifying just four different types: agon (competition), alea (chance), mimicry (simulation), ilinx (vertigo). To this categorization Yoshida Mitsukuni added one further Japanese category: play of seasons, which refers to activities like the tea ceremony, flower arranging and moon viewing, which express elements of nature in refined and highly cultivated forms".


Most influential book: Club of Rom* R*port--in jr high.
Most influential song: "Hous* of th* Rising Sun"
Most influential movie: St*pp*nwolf
Most influential TV show: Night Gall*ry
Most influential historical event: Vi*tnam War as shown in Lif* magazin*
Most influential personal experience: 1980 Rainbow Gath*ring

via Black Spring


Sunday, August 21, 2005

Th* L*ad*rship G*nius of G*org* W. Bush.


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193.

vanishing saintly in I · as churchical lizard angry
aggry ask back tidal ink · stab glass my winking instinct sib
bardcraft is ichor thoroughly · ruinous cranch scoff

Wax rod light for old books. Magic books.


194.

schismatic accruals rhost
· singularity Isuzu
smrt
faulty strong rig aching · rapacious scabbard accord
grimly Mustang was blackbody
· is arousal char

Actually, it was a Taurus that got burnt up.


195.

pariah rasp orlon I · saintly shadows crisp falling as
spasmodic pollution prowls · click not on Sith tsunami rank
birdtalk unfamiliar starkly · glorious Lysol

T*asdal* and Vach*;l Lindsay both drank Lysol.


196.

antisocial industry · Atari I issuing worms
scalar nights
fast click fizz ink · idolatry quick assailing
stands grisly vying
garuda · story raining pray

Lunar shadows mucho crisp. I had an Atari.



197.

maximum
haul axis I · smoky ruinous Imbolc sharp
warior gulp glass fantasy
· Ixion riding assign bilk
assuaging smack loot skulls by arroyo
· buff villain

'Roids in Baghdad, shoot at anything, hot on a cold day.



198.

mutiny cubic stint I · know by scrambling bugs oblong mist
scrying is stoical lich · and stars will skittishly gnarly
forlorn swinging abbot uyoku-ollav · is scud

"Lich" is a body magic puts in motion. "Uyoku" is politically right-wing.



"...everything going according to dreadful, criminal plan."


"To get the average Joe to buy a book for leisure reading, you basically have to tell them 15-20 times."


Saturday, August 20, 2005


188.

oscillating ash across
· I slit slapstick paratactic
stump Minotaur anchor ogham · raining osmium shards darg
schism gray forlorn is asking · tidal is falling

"Darg" is a day’s work. Guiron in a labyrinth our stumbling tags as goal. I would watch rain hurtling down among glas monoliths in my old days of plastic suit antics. I could not find my way out, but a gull did. Unknown worlds in our solar group (or actually, Oort Cloud) today found. Worlds.


189.

artifact grisly staring · I afford falling octopus
ataraxia against · cruzada cilia island
blank my asking at random wrong · fill in ugly wish

Constantly modifying our algorithm until at last all habit is faulty and doubtful. Wash your hands with blood! So? Say it!

"The poetry of Milton differs from that of Dante, as the hieroglyphics of Egypt differed from the picture-writing of Mexico." --Macaulay



190.

mutiny tutoring storm
· I anguish by stark hush staringI anguish by stark hush staring
worn argosy with into against
· is attacking for frail am
with war into again hush fist
· Isfahan sharing

" 'Why that's precise the error Squarcialupe'
(Hazarded Naddo) 'finds; the man can’t stoop
To sing us out,' quoth he, 'a mere romance;
He'd fain do better than the best, enhance
The subject's rarity, work problems out
Therewith.' " --Sord*llo



191.

mutiny lungfish stomata · I unjust ryotwar kylix
slowly ruinous indigo · Ogpu afraid city
ash shark is stinky pools impair · bail still pallid links

In Uqbar I found no favor; without work, sitting hours in that unsound labyrinth, i did allow a light i had not known prior to going astray.


192.

oscillating isthmus scram
· I allow blank calcium string
virtuous anybody · gora pillbug Isfahan
stars shorn impair outcast ascot · as across grisly

In that vast almost void plaza, musicians from sundry worlds brought fading sounds and apocalyptic vision to a crowd who did not particularly want to absorb it. In that parking lot full of mystics only a singular thing was sought: what would grant a working slob but his running away from all clocks and doors.



Public Hair Journals.


Friday, August 19, 2005

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183.

barium hasty grom I
· gumbo umbonic shadowland
gallons isaian stumbling
· lying ignorant brillig womp
ambulatory wig ajar · tubular immy

"Immy" is rolling glass. I thought at a particular point i had bad sick and was waiting for barium proof or no. Long waiting. At last i did call and found out. But i had to call.


184.

coriolis wodwo crown · I confirm blin rinkydink as
Twinky wormwood idiocy · swarm pools accruing prom
formal twinkling insult airport · Icarian yolk ink

This song will go out into vacuum night, and it will not stop for stars or worlds. "Blin" is manifold cicada sounds. A Twinky of poison is modifying this hand’s alpha folly, but its flight has no plan of arrival. How could it?



185.

sociology no scrawl · I conscious claw dog aglow myth
anybody roost ostrich · scissors grisly valid awash
slimy disappoint accruals · nothing unpacks us

Victoria’s bard’s "scissors" story, as told by Holland*r. My task of counting stars is not a story.
   To omit that fifth bit. What is it for? A stunt? A kind of andycay? An absorbing drug? A way of grasping global horrors by proxy? A tint in our common air, stain i point at by taking away.



186.

magic rat aground I scry
· tribulations walking at last
against
frisky forlorn bunk · instinctually adscititious
gift as accost grisly cynic · attach ground bingo

Caught up at last. What day is it? "Adscititious" for G. Burns, who did not talk to yours truly all that much, actually.


187.

thrills shotput crimson I algorithm · glass aspiring is
shorn forlorn stain spols quasar · stiffly scabrous crossing lithium
ammo issuant formula · unknown city

Pazuzu floating among foggy monoliths. I sat by a lamp writing, blindly taking tomorrow's words for nothing. Nothing.


Thursday, August 18, 2005

   "Victory Catsup"

Fomalhaut go smiling back
flow chanoyu calico fulcrum

still igloo Mozarab as impact silk alms
wing into

aglow abandon
rapacious ichor sky of Olofi mouth


   'TENEBRAE

We are near, Lord,
near and at hand.

Handled already, Lord,
clawed and clawing as though
the body of each of us were
your body, Lord.

Pray, Lord,
pray to us,
we are near.

Wind-awry we went there,
went there to bend
over hollow and ditch.

To be watered we went there, Lord.

It was blood, it was
what you shed, Lord.

It gleamed.

It cast your image into our eyes, Lord.
Our eyes and our mouths are so open and empty, Lord.
We have drunk, Lord.
The blood and the image that was in the blood, Lord.

Pray, Lord.
We are near.'

--Paul C*lan, Sprachgitt*r (tr Micha*l Hamburg*r,1980)



Chirg!


Wednesday, August 17, 2005


178.

chains shadow walking I snow · Isfahan ash chary random
adjudicating fossil
· whirlpool twinkling gallop flak sky
city in agony giving · is inkly poor swirl

Fl**twood Mac, Th* Danc* not Rumours. Shall Isfahan catch an atomic rain? I stand asking.



179.

chairs shark hallow
I brought aspic · as sharp pang crisp skiff who falls
slowly Olofi folding · twinkling wilt Abraxas cranch box
musjik again shady story · ballot astounding

"Abraxas" in D*mian i will always think of, and Santana. I in Madison took photocopy of an illustration from an old old book and had a stamp for it grown of caoutchouc. Athanasius K. i would turn into our kind of words, and did not alas.


180.

choirs char tomorrow I grasp · astounding accruals shadow
warp cranch stir box amount rot · crying arrow body twinkling
with agaric fray gasping is · spurt walking is stunt

Sorrow for sundry sick humans is not a fit thing to sing about.


181.

flair clangor
wallop I crunch · accusatory flimsy rail
insist ignition softly · groan twinkling walking flailing Olofi
loyal spin giddy · octopus frop quincunx

Almost forgot this.


182.

nabi bazaar abuzz I · abasing jackpot tzompantli
salvation parks croak Salii · abjuring furious Oz
Azathoth misty rapacious · Ubar barium

Skull display wall is as a library. A song is a thing of war. "Salii" frolic for godly joy. Ubar still far in sands lost.



"But I stayed outside." (via wood_s lot)


Khalid thanks us.


Tuesday, August 16, 2005

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Monday, August 15, 2005


169.

Tanith rainshadow incog
· I stairway dhimmi Orion
backlash
rippling and asking · throngs rapacious idiot rocks
swirl nights unison scam sonorous · agora gird

'Never cometh there unto them a new reinder from their Lord but they listen to it while they play.' --Pickthall’s Koran


170.

Lilith withdrawal slack I
· strictly shargar twinkling lizard
stoop shiny idolatry
· Orcus Ramadan owl warior
slowly usurps slight vandalism · scar akin

"Shargar" is a puny ghost (Nabokov).


171.

caring warrior crackpot
· I unbutton ignition swag
taonga crisp tripton highway
· loudly grisly octopus
argot banish scrounging skill spurn · worship stony nights

"Taonga" is things old days hand down. "Tripton" is floating tiny stuff. "Octopus argot" is varying colors.


172.

plaid flung banana I Idalian
· affliction alphosis
musjid anchor aground abandon · sail on sail on nargilay
pillowbook birdtalk adytum · hallow sly fix

"Plaid" is matrix of colors thus a way of thinking. Spring morning i mow for no pay. Will work tonight and hard. Forgot my writing tool of alizarin. Such things hustling my art.


173.

wraith prain vap I stow shitloads
· sparkling grimly vanish wisp ink
oval gap spy fizgig usurp
· its lost swarm is chirg mirrors
its all good rapacious ads · Isfahan assasin

So much trash in a singular day. Buildings that shift color.


174.

wraith crimp walking I stick chow
· acrostic proud villainous Imbolc
apportion switch
balk flow skygoing kith and agony
mirrors asking stool pinch accruals · skyward scrawl chump

"Imbolc" is Groundhog Day.



"Does it have the gravitas, the power and the magic that goes with such an eminent position?"


"...the Cindy Sherman of the Extraordinary Rendition.." (via B*yond th* B*yond)


Sunday, August 14, 2005

   "Cowboys Don't Cry"

Amidst this swinging chaos, cowboys don't cry,
who gallop a gaunt logic: "cowboys don't cry."


At Crawford a road joins flags and our blood.
Many crying now. Firm cowboys don't cry.

A woman is waiting wants to know why
hands and dying hands drop slack. Cowboys don't. Cry.



163.

ascian Isfahan scrying
· I caladium oncoming
nights as if java shotgun
· rapacious indigo is act
grand jyotishi dilatory
· infirm ogham

Finish going and stay.


164.

lapis Tarot spitball I · asking stillborn gallons artificial
rock stalwart ash spool · silicon Atkins ibtida
factory sly allot Viagra · Sappho Isfahan

What in our old rock music is apropos for today? This is as food with admix of nonfood: sculsh. --A yardstick of truth in art. Not to gag at as bombs go off.


165.

sodium wodwo idyll
· I survival tmia twist
forlorn adjusting twyborn
· loyal fiction adjusting by
sloppy alloys ripoffs ascian · lush droshky guisqui

Aparthood of rich and poor. But don't say it. War of two worlds. Only from a monstrous POV.


166.

modifying wodwo adjusting · I afraid dying sick
in ignominious bwana · dowsing odium swim solid
carnivorous oddly ajaja · tubular

Pillbug is daily wodwo. Trap by own bad airt. Born on that plantation cloud. Furiously.


167.

auditorium tubular
· adjusting I storm worship
fractal pillbug rush am storm · luminarias Ubar hush
illusions sasquatch pray carnivorous · add uji

"Uji" is ill of silkworms. "Tmia" is holy building. "Ubar" is sand lost city.


168.

auditorium ruinous · idolatry I story
confound brumous gibbons putsch · amok crayfish bulbous misty
and mountain burying Isis · finicky adjourn

Spirits around us aid or withhold aid as malign winds prowl. Do you think it is worth asking for proof?



Instant Artist Ranking.


"Basically I have the audio surroundings of a Brazilian favela."


On my victrola: Forbidd*n Plan*t soundtrack.


At Camp Cas*y.


At Kang*rlussuaq.


Saturday, August 13, 2005

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(via savvyc*nt*r dot com)



160.

nation validation strict
· I conform in TV rainclouds
sloppy killings adlib bard · stars gibbons royal onslaught as
stars gratification kind sculpt · stoical birdtalk

Raps calx xlacspar. High doors always yawning--for what?


161.

orbit grisly ablution · I stall ignorantly bringing
liftoff ascian slow typical · damask damask about slick furlough stars
with folly unknowing pistol
· is it painful bliss

Mild torturing is good for you.


162.

liripoop finish crumbly · I spoil tomorrow pools uptown
affably misty
an airt · is shockingly scant grisly numb
am abroad flay my fighting ash · spool worshipful rim

Sad with a world that is unknown but as icons. I talk to a wind swaying. Finish showing you and go.



Salsas. (via M*tafilt*r)


"What a pity that Bela Bartok
Cannot give his smug public a shock
    By writing in parts
    For the hiccups and farts
And conducting the piece with XXX XXXX"


--Basil Bunting (via Languag* Hat)


1.

an unfamiliar glory
in this land without walking

dim among shards of mayfly
i grasp what's utmost quasar

my mind grinds its gray spintcom
avatar of gray sandcoil

2.

moon bloom an hour
was my color and story
you turn out softly

how long can this gold sky roar
shadowing all dark snowfall

3.

tamarind
quitchgrass

softly how long
grinds its gray
and what birdtalk

glory
tamarind quitchgrass


Friday, August 12, 2005


156.

solitary word alight · I stir rapacious grom cyborgs
swirl cobra tryst adopting ask · part sloppy fiction aglow shorn
starry wisdom as stinky links · from front fault apart

Bardic art fails to uphold its promising glamour. I don’t know why.


157.

solitary wounds alight
· I stars ransack crisp ryotwar twang
forlorn runaway anarch
· adorn isinglass La Llorona
mimics Ogpu whirlwind stony · riot astray at

An old car with many things going bad. A song that has no logic and that ghosts follow, wailing. "Ogpu" is my past, possibly. It rains gray hoogly in bright sunlight, now. Now.


158.

invisigoth and ivory
· I is silkworm agony coign
stars which walking individual
· odorous tinkling ovoid
forlorn proconsul my fifth
· wish ossuary

Ossuary i almost saw and still must stay in. Caught up. Much still to do. Duration of failing light, duration of rough walking. Dyadic osmium. Pallid bismuth.


159..

solitary worms alight · I attack satisfaction army
by twilight constraints grisly · ambush Islamist WalMarts
although fictional again short · at Findhorn rally

Torturing bad guys is okay now.



Futility. (via M*tafilt*r)


Thursday, August 11, 2005

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   "The Dry Heart

The world where the dead live is a dry heart,.
Every world is a heart, a rhythm spherical,
A rhythm of impossible intentions
That yet sings itself, imagining heard music.
The world where the dead live is a silent choir.
It does not hear itself, it sings itself not.
Its will has frozen into memory,
Black as still blood, without flow.
To the painless sorrow of death it throbs.
The world where the dead live is a heart alive
In a body once alive.
The dead move neither into heaven nor hell.
Their afterwards is their before.
The world where the dead live is a dry heart,
The same heart as always, even dry."

--Laura Riding



154.


osmium assailing am · I quotidian smart wallop
isthmus asthma
fabulous · Pirc albino ritual ink
again vanilla impacts silk
· squidly ruinous

"Osmium" is hard to lift. "Pirc" in my old days cost much but i could play it now i think. Pallid writing as if a mind without its brain matrix. Moving blindfold.


155..

squidly Uqbar tubular
· I idiomatically blurt
sylph runway
squib absolution · wards frabjous Atlantis dunk
abandon vulgar climax gasp · grasping sinistral

You know "Uqbar". My hand paladinry is wrong but i can allow a switch if i want.



Smoky photos. (thanx Jill!)


     Michael, Michelle and I went to see "Broken Flowers" yesterday at the Magnolia. "Flowers" is the new Jim Jarmusch film that received great acclaim at the most recent Cannes Film Festival (winning the Grand Prize award, second only to the Golden Palm). Jarmusch, of course, first attracted worldwide attention when his micro-budgeted "Stranger Than Paradise" won the Golden Camera award (for new film makers) at the
1984 Cannes fest. Hardly anything he's done in the two decades since has made much of a ripple in the mainstream culture (even "Dead Man" with Johnny Depp), but his latest bittersweet offering, could change all that. "Broken Flowers" is not exactly a great movie.  The three of us agreed there were some nagging--easily remedied--glitches, but the good, because it is so good, probably outweighs the bad.  The plot is simplicity itself, and fear not, there are no spoilers to be found in this missive;  better that the story's details unfold right in front of you in a darkened theatre.  Bill Murray stars as an eternal bachelor, improbably named Don Johnston (as in Don Juan) who, just as his current relationship is ending, receives an unsigned letter informing him he has a 19 year old son who may try to look him up all these many years later.  It's likely the letter has been written by the young man's mother; there is no return address and the postmark on the letter is too faint to decipher. (Btw, I hereby apologize for using quote marks instead of italics for these movie titles.)
    Johnston, egged on by a neighbor (the always game Jeffrey Wright) who's a big fan of mysteries, sets out on
a road trip to track down the woman who wrote the letter and, presumably, gave birth to their son.  The most likely candidates are played by, in alphabetical order, Frances Conroy (a distinguished actress perhaps better known by name than face, although she has garnered a following thanks to her role as the family matriarch in the cable series "Six Feet Under"),  Jessica Lange,  Sharon Stone, and Tilda Swinton (virtually unrecognizable as the opaque--talented--beauty from "Orlando" and "The Deep End").  Jarmusch, like Don Johnston, clearly has an eye for the ladies.  Stone has the least interesting role of the quartet, though she has the glow of good health, not to mention good genes, and her vignette is actually funny (but not because of her, necessarily). Jarmusch heightens the tension to an almost unbearable level during the encounter between Murray and Conroy, but for me, the movie is at its most emotionally involving in the scenes featuring first Lange, then Swinton. Of all the women, Lange is actually closer to Murray's age (followed by Conroy), and when the two of them reunite, they're quite
convincing as a couple with a past.  Of course, writer-director Jarmusch is a minimalist, so he hasn't exactly written roles of enormous complexity (and almost all the reunion scenes seem to end prematurely), but, in Lange, Jarmusch has cast an actress of such  skill she can bring a great deal of murky emotional undercurrent to the simplest exchange: soft and silky one minute, cold and cutting the next.  Lange plays her character as a wounded woman  who has found contentment by reinventing herself and, as much as she can, burying her past.  
    Jessica Lange turned 56 in April; this movie was most likely filmed when she was 55.  She's no longer the adorable cuddle-bunny she was in 1982's Tootsie (for which she won her first Oscar), and it shows.  Her face is definitely lined with age--and that's not really a bad thing. It's quite encouraging, actually. Lange has lived a full life, and she wears it well.  Still, even with the obvious signs of age, this woman still has one of the cinema's greatest ever faces.  At one point, during an outdoor scene, she's photographed in three-quarter profile and the camera just loves her  amazing bone structure, the incredible arrangement of planes and angles that plays tricks with light and shadow.  Lange  possesses the kind of extraordinary beauty for which movie stardom was invented (even if she has stubbornly resisted that notion).
    Still,  Bill Murray is the lead here and he gives a performance that feels more genuine than his Oscar nominated turn as a slumming American movie star in 2003's  "Lost in Translation."  That movie got a lot of mileage out of Murray's familiar mannerisms (the cool mocking tone of an overgrown frat boy), but Murray was never completely believable as the kind of action movie hero outlined in the script (the character was reportedly based on Harrison Ford).  In "Broken Flowers," Murray's character is better developed--he acquires depth during the course of his journey--and his  deadpan delivery is a perfect match for Jarmusch's already noted minimalist style. Jarmuch also deserves credit for staging a beautiful, potentially overdone emotional scene-- and then cutting away before it  sinks to "Oscar clip"  mawkishness.  No one need thank the Academy just yet; however, if the movie crosses over into  the mainstream, it would be a good thing for Jarmusch (who was "indie" when
the word practically screamed "underground").  In spite of the movie's few annoying imperfections, I can visualize a Best Original Screenplay nomination for Jarmusch (even if, ultimately, the idea is stronger than the execution--though that's really a matter of taste), and maybe a second bid for Murray.  Oscar talk for Sharon Stone--someone's got a press agent on speed dial--seems premature, but a nomination for Lange (supporting, only, please) would be swell. Swinton's role, as good as she is in it, is probably too limited in scope to warrant serious award consideration (though it's such a startling change of pace, she might just have a shot). At any rate, Jarmusch has paid his dues.  Now, go see for yourself.

Thanks for your consideration,
Mp


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