Some of the things [caveat: not about Assayas's Après Mai] I've found on the Internets when I should have been grading final exams. Halfway done!
It's perhaps the only ever Oscar-nominated film to feature a dancing popcorn kernel who suffers from a bout of cascading rectal bleeding. [via]
"I’ve watched this short more than any other movie, each time hoping I’ll find some magic door to the rest of the film." [via]
And in 2013, we hate, or at least love to hate, sad twentysomethings. Have you ever read anything negative about Girls*? If so, you know what I'm talking about. (If not, is this your first time on the Internet? Welcome. There are a lot of smart opinions about Girls here.) The crux of the hating is that youngish people who have grown up vaguely privileged and female shouldn't make art about their problems when there are bigger problems out there. Now, Braff and the character he created are not female, but he's something just as bad: not traditionally masculine. Garden State came out in a time of peak male sadness, when a band like My Chemical Romance could go platinum. Over the last half-decade or so, however, culture has turned its back on dudes that just want to feelsomething. Don Draper, Ron Swanson, the recent rise of hunks in TV and movies, the Old Spice guy: We fetishize men who are "men."
In adulthood, he wasn't a hockey fan in the trainspotting sense — box scores, trade deadlines, scouting reports — but more an admirer of the overarching narrative of the NHL and its odd heritage. The slang and secret language the sport cultivated. The otherworldly stars who seemed to be imported from distant planets. How the Russian Fivelooked like they stepped out of a Sergei Eisenstein movie to run a power play in the present. He liked terms like "saucer pass." He liked Michel Goulet's mustache.[via]
Tabernac! Montreal-style Catholicism in extremis in this Xavier Dolan-directed video "College Boy." [click ici]