Richard's Twilight Lament For Lost Buckeroos


Monday, June 19, 2006

Let's bid goodbye to these old digs, a suit that served its purpose and now needs to be tossed out. And please don't fake any sentimentality - it's quite unseemly. So, with that, I present to you


We Always Treat Our Women Too Well

"Where The Elite Meet To Eat..." (soon to be trademarked!)

Wednesday, December 28, 2005


GRIZZLY MAN (D: Werner Herzog)
Because being eaten by a bear named Mr. Chocolate is such bad writing (surely every burgeoning scribe above the age of 15 would be averse to concieving of such a shoddy piece of dramatic irony) that it can't help but be true!

Another work of unqualified excellence by my new "favorite living prose writer". Recurring prose motifs (natch)! Arguments for the quality of Ian Fleming's prose! History lessons on the Spanish Civil War! Like five scenes in 400 pages! Too cool!
The best PALE FIRE homage imaginable (excluding everything Nabokov wrote after 1970! [Stage audience: OOOOOOOHHH! (with one random shout of "Snap!")]). Actually, the quite ingenious tale of two prodigies - the eponymous preadolescent novelist and his half-a-year older biographer. VIEW: one child's conception of a life that aspires to a work of art! GASP AT: the narrator's meditation upon the biographer's clumsy craft! PARTAKE IN THE WONDER OF: the scene where Edwin composes his first poem!

FAVORITE COMICS OF 2005 (in no particular order):
WE3 by Grant Morrison and Frank Quitely, ALL-STAR SUPERMAN #1 by Morrison/Quitely, Mike Allred's ish of SOLO, YOTSUBA&! Vol 1-3 by Kiyohiko Azuma, EPILEPTIC by David B., NEW FRONTIER Vol. 1 & 2 by Darwyn Cooke, Paul Pope's ish of SOLO, SCOTT PILGRIM VS. THE WORLD by Bryan J. O'Malley (if you're fond of fun, you should read this), JLA CLASSIFIED #1-3 by Grant Morrison/Ed McGuinness (ditto), The ongoing reprints of Osamu Tezuka's BUDDHA, SLEEPER by Ed Brubaker/Sean Phillips (better than THE SOPRANOS) DAREDEVIL by Bendis/Maleev, 80 or so percent of Mr. Morrison's SEVEN SOLDIERS saga (with special mention for SS #0, MANHATTAN GUARDIAN #4, ZATANNA (all), KLARION #2 (that rat bit made me snort milk outta my nose), and quite a few et ceteras), VIMANARAMA #3 by Morrison/Philip Bond (Bond's very existence is a cause to rejoice), STREET ANGEL #5 by Jim Rugg/Brian Maruca and many others...[I've yet to read D. Clowes' ICE HAVEN, which I'm certain would probably be listed. Sorry!]

FAVORITE SONGS OF 2005 (in no particular order):
"1 Thing" by Amerie
"Pirates" by Spitfires and Mayflowers
"Promised Land" by Edan
"URAQT" (and it's many, many mash-ups and remixes) by M.I.A.
"The Police And The Private" by Metric
"Letters" by Laura Cantrell
"Top Knot" by Cornershop
"Scummy" by The (overhyped by not overrated) Arctic Monkeys
"Goodbye Girls" by Broadcast
"Smile Around The Face" by Four Tet
"The Beast And Dragon, Adored" by Spoon
"You Got What You Got" by Lashio Thien Aung
"Dare" by Gorillaz
"Lonesome Side" by dj/Rupture
and many an et cetera...

Tuesday, October 4, 2005



Nicholas Cage proves he's geekier than you, me, and everybody we know. (And if you get my headline reference, you're pretty geeky.)


William Bennett indirectly states that black people are a blight upon the welfare of our nation. That BOOK OF VIRTUES must be some fucked-up shit, man! (SIDENOTE: Doesn't he just look like a meanie? It's always grand when you're ideological opponents could make up a rogue's gallery of unpleasantness: Cheney, Rehnquist, Delay, Bennett, Helms, Thurmond, et cetera. It would be quite fun to go on.)

Saturday, June 25, 2005


-Bryant Frazer writes the BATMAN BEGINS review I can't be bothered to begin typing. He nails it.

-George Bush, an expert on the Prophet Mohammed? In a nifty hiccup of history, it seems to be true.

"Is your dad a dealer, cos you're dope to me"
-M. I. A. "URAQT"

Wednesday, June 8, 2005

Free Beethoven symphonies in mp3 form from the BBC for, I think, the next week or so. Git and get. NOW.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005


From Animal Man #5 - Written by Grant Morrison and Illustrated by Chas Truog

Monday, May 16, 2005


"SMILE AROUND THE FACE" - Four Tet: Which is odd - I've found every other Four Tet track I've heard (which, I'll admit, ain't much - I own no formal releases and thus my opinion is formed by the occasional gratis mp3 and a few songs recorded off the radio) to be admirable (clever; not cold but certainly lacking warmth. Plus a Beth Orton remix that may be one of the most tedious pieces of music I've ever been exposed to - like listening to house music alone in a small dark cell. Or Ravel, without any variation in tempo. Or Kraftwerk's "Neon Lights", sans the warm tones. Really just godawful.) but out of synch with my own personal aesthetic. This song juts out from said format - "pop music for now people" is a cliche that seems apt. What we have here lacks the doodling atmosphere of the other tracks I've heard and in it's place is a song that bursts and pops in a twinkly fashion - the embodiment of what giddiness and fun should sound like in the year 2005 (my confidence in describing music lags). Feel free to contest everything I've just written in my that wee and underused comments section found below.

SUPERMAN: Kind of. It began recently when I read this line in the introduction of Alan Moore's apparently (I've yet to read it) excellent trade paperback WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE MAN OF TOMORROW?: "...a perfect man who came from the sky and did only good." It stuck in my head for days, replacing whatever song melody would typically be taking up residence (the only other nonmusical vocal intonation that's ever had a similar effect upon me is "Astrud Gilberto", which, in a slightly irrational state, I repeatedly whispered as an incantation against harm while walking through an unsavory neighborhood, one black August night.) It would be lazy of me to just say "think about that line, really think about it" and leave my own personal response unsaid, but that's pretty much what I'll do. "Whatever I think is pretty much a given," he condescendingly states...
With this entrenched, the only option given to me was to purchase a damn Superman book - and thus I now have in my posession SUPERMAN: SECRET IDENTITY (chosen solely on the basis of it's lovely design) by Kurt Busiek and Stuart Immonen. A completely appropriate choice, too, considering my interest is based less upon plot driven antics and more upon the conceptual. The book approaches Superman through an indirect way - it's protagonist is a good and imperfect man, rooted in our world outside of any realms of four-colored glory (but with Supes in credit card ads featuring Jerry Seinfeld and films starring a pre-paralysis Mr. Reeve), who discovers that, with the onset of puberty, he possesses the powers of Superman. The story weighs the everyday miracles (creating an identity, falling in love, and parenthood, basically) with those fantastical and what heroism would really mean from such a seemingly skewed perspective as that of our main character's. This lovely concoction adds up to something like that last movie that made you bawl and ring up your parents "just to talk", only with a smidgen less sentiment.
I'm not a full blown fan, yet - I plan on inaugurating my Superman-on-a-monthly-basis with the arrival of Grant Morrison and Frank Quitely's ALL STAR SUPERMAN (Speaking of which, read WE3 and hunt, hunt, hunt with every one of your preternatural instincts for FLEX MENTALLO, both of which are by good Mssrs. Morrison and Quitely). Mr. Morrison promises a vision of Superman unseen since the unspoken eras before Marvel ruled the earth.
Whatever appeal the character has for me, personally, is captured far more vividly by Mr. Quitely in this image than anything I've written in this passage.

OVERSMOKING: It was bound to happen. I seemed to have upped my 11-12 cigarettes-a-day habit to 13-14, which leads to me showing up at the local convenience store on an almost daily basis, feeding my addiction before, inevitably, the same cashier (creepy guy with what sounds like a stereotypical New England accent by the name of Earl); he, whilst taking my money, will give me a gesture (a slightly wider smile; a comment ("Marlboro Reds 100, box, RIGHT?") delivered with a unsettlingly toothy grin) that will denote complicity in my vice, which reads as "Aren't we being naughty?" Cut the crap, Earl, and just give me the damn cigarettes, so I can get the hell out of here. I should buy cartons, but that'll lead to me taking my nicotine for granted, accelerating my addiction to a pack a day far sooner than expected and the inevitable death from cancer (alone in an apartment that dreams of one day reaching the quality level of a tenement) will come in my early 40s and not, as previously planned, in my late 50s/early 60s. But there is the possibilty that eerie Earl's grin will provide enough of an impetus to an improbable regression in my addiction - nope, that ain't likely. Maybe I should just rotate stores.

THE END OF THE ROAD by John Barth: I've only reached page 40, but I think love isn't out of the question. Whatever affection I've developed can be ascribed to the finicky narration of our (perhaps unreliable) neurotic protagonist. As yet, there is just a foundation for action and a set of differing character traits that will undoubtedly lead to that goldmine known as "conflict", but I could easily just coast upon the narrator describing his days without consequence - joyless sex with middle-aged women and his disatisfaction with the height of his bed. Let's hope more goodies of this sort are to be found.

DEVILS ON THE DOORSTEP (D: Jiang Wen) - Which I simply don't feel up to describing. But I'm diggin' it nonetheless.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

As of late (actually, ever since roughly November of 2000, after a somewhat more politically apathetic Richard Baez finished watching HAPPY TOGETHER for the third time and decided to take a gander at the election results...) disturbing news has been the status quo - "day in and day out" being an unfortunately apt cliche in this case.

Here's some more on the homefront and abroad.

Tuesday, January 25, 2005


Knopf's update of their already impressive Haruki Murakami page is amazing. An incomplete catalog of the neat stuff to be found: new interviews with the author, Chip Kidd (hardcover designer, natch), John Gall (Vintage paperback designer) and Philip Gabriel (current translator), that invaluable translation roundtable from a few years back, a list of EVERY music reference to be found from the American-published books, a twenty-seven song mix inspired by novels, a page dedicated to fan recollections, et al. Git, naturally.

Sunday, January 23, 2005

After having read Michael Chabon's exquisite Conan Doyle homage THE FINAL SOLUTION: A STORY OF DETECTION (in one sitting, folks - it's worth your time. Tangentially related, but someone should really get cracking on doing something similar w/r/t Chesterton's Father Brown .), I feel compelled to place this link:


Thursday, January 20, 2005


BRUTE FORCE (D: Jules Dassin, 1947; I bestow thee with a B!)

- Apparently Hume Cronyn was the Anthony Perkins of his day. (Thinking of Geoffrey O'Brien's analogy of Brando as John the Baptist proclaiming the coming of the ever Christ-like James Dean. The analogy also works, in my opinion, with Robert Ryan foreshadowing Lee Marvin.)
- Some peculiarities: singing by the black inmate who one might easily dub "Senor Exposition" (Greek chorus analogy also probably applicable but my confidence lags w/r/t that - Greek drama is not my forte.); prison doctor serves to point out the funny lesson to be learned in every scene in overly melodramatic style (one imagines there were italics in the script). The recurrence of these devices makes it seem that the movie is someone you notice walking down the street wearing their liver or kidneys as fashion accessories.
- Apparently, judging by this and the only other Dassin film I've seen (RIFIFI), the man likes the intricate stuff. Good for him.

Thursday, January 6, 2005

Top 10 (No. 4 probably released last year but I'm letting that slide - it's too good for me not to hype. Comments may be added and/or expanded upon, though caveat: I'm not known for keeping my well intentioned promises w/r/t this page.)

1. SPIDER-MAN 2 (D: Sam Raimi)
2. ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND (D: Michel Gondry) (add the trailer and you've got a new number one)
Finally! Someone had the good sense to remake DUCK AMUCK in something that passes for live action.
3. ANGEL (SEASON 5) (Executive Producer: Joss Whedon)
4. SAFE CONDUCT (D: Bertrand Tavernier)
5. SPRINGTIME IN A SMALL TOWN( D: Tian Zhuangzhuang)
6. BEFORE SUNSET (D: Richard Linklater)
7. I (HEART) HUCKABEES (D: David O. Russell) (Too lazy to learn myself how to html that damn heart.)
8. The final segment of COFFEE AND CIGARETTES (D: Jim Jarmusch)
Wherein Taylor Mead and Bill Rice convert what is no doubt caffinated sludge into the sweetest tasting wine imaginable and leave SIDEWAYS in the dust.
9. GOZU (D: Takashi Miike)
10. STRAYED (D: Andre Techine)

Sunday, January 2, 2005

Haven't the slightest clue if anyone takes a look yonder toward my little corner the world these days, but I may very well begin posting regularly once more (not that my previous posting schedule could be defined as anything other than "impromptu"; for those who wish to know my reasons for hibernating for a season and a half, write me). Here's a little primer for a possible top ten I may post later in the week:


1. THE GIFT by Vladimir Nabokov

2. DARK BACK OF TIME by Javier Marias

Neither of which was published during the year. If I can't allow my idiosyncrasies to flourish on my own website, where else could I vent them?

Wednesday, August 11, 2004


People yell things from moving vehicles. Probably moreso due to the popularization of cell phones, thus following the pattern established by television's effect upon chatter in movie theaters. These people are dumb and probably under chemical influence. Over the past few months I've had various comments directed my way in this fashion (before this period the phenomenon was pretty much nonexistent). Here is what these overstimulated individuals felt compelled to declaim, the car their stage and the mechanical window pane their convenient curtain:

"Hey daddy!" - Male in white car
"Hoto!" - Male in red early eighties model car (for those with little to no knowledge of spanish, this word is derogatory slang for homosexual).
"Hey baby! I love your jeans!" -Female in minivan (which is odd, because I was wearing some fairly unassuming black trousers).
"Hey, [unintelligible, but probably relating to my effeminate manner - see above]!" - Male in another white car.

Monday, June 7, 2004

Ed Park reviews a stage adaptation of various Haruki Murakami stories. Someone beat me to an adaptation of "Sleep" (then again, my draft is pretty rough).

Saturday, June 26, 2004

All apologies for the "news of the weird" format this site has, as of late, taken on. It is, I assure you, a temporary and unintended turn that will soon take a back seat to, one hopes, HIPPOPATOMUSISM: A MANIFESTO WHICH HOLDS THAT LIVING LIFE IS THE EASIEST THING IMAGINABLE (DESPITE ALL EVIDENCE OTHERWISE), an upcoming review of COFFEE AND CIGARETTES (which I'll be seeing later on in the day), or, perhaps, a long love letter commemorating my recently renewed affair with Vladimir Nabokov (THE GIFT is a stunning piece of work - an immense and often overlooked masterpiece of his "Sirin" era which leads one to ask "What the hell went wrong with the other Russian-to-English translations of N.?").

All my mild ambitions aside, this really does merit a "holy shit".

Monday, June 21, 2004

On March 23, the Dirksen Senate Office Building was the scene of a coronation ceremony for Rev. Sun Myung Moon, owner of the conservative Washington Times newspaper and UPI wire service, who was given a bejeweled crown by Rep. Danny K. Davis, D-Ill. Afterward, Moon told his bipartisan audience of Washington power players he would save everyone on Earth as he had saved the souls of Hitler and Stalin -- the murderous dictators had been born again through him, he said. In a vision, Moon said the reformed Hitler and Stalin vouched for him, calling him "none other than humanity's Savior, Messiah, Returning Lord and True Parent."

Uh, okay.

Tuesday, June 15, 2004

Lets talk about the real world for a moment. We had been discussing it earlier, and II wanted to bring this up to you earlier about the real world, and this is I guess as good a time as any. I dont really know to put this, so Ill be blunt. We broke it.

- Jon Stewart's commencement speech to the recent graduates of William and Mary University.

Tuesday, June 1, 2004


FIXED BAYONETS (D: Samuel Fuller, 1951) B+
Quite compelling, despite the fact that 75% of the film is simply medium black and white images of a small square of snow-covered terrain shot during daylight; naturally one's instinct is to constantly switch to perceptual autopilot (unless you get excited by white juxtaposed on white juxtaposed on white; if so, I offer a condescending "Good on you, mate!"). Is it odd when you see a fairly brutal war film and imagine doing a fairly faithful adaptation of it to the stage (that oft-excised-from-the-title exclamation mark would once more come in handy)?

TWO WEEKS IN ANOTHER TOWN (D; Vincente Minnelli, 1962) D
Despite all the obviously salient qualities that may make this required viewing for any self-respecting cinephile (meta-commentary element/semi-sequel to THE BAD AND THE BEAUTIFUL, whole play on the phenom of American directors heading over to Cinecitta in the 50s/60s, Minelli's always amazing eye w/r/t 2.35:1), the movie just sits there, fairly inert w/ little variation of tone or mood (apparently "decadence, excess, and decadence" were the three qualities emphasized). With Daliah Lavi (PITCH: "So we've got passion,..."), Claire Trevor ("...betrayal,..."; plus giving a performance that's apparently (one hopes) a self-conscious Actor's Studio parody), and Cyd Charisse ("...and a little sex!") serving as a triple goddess of misogyny (maiden, crone, and mother, respectively).

ALSO: We bid farewell to Rebecca Gonzales (aka Sue Problema), librarian and musician, who has departed South Texas in search of what gold and spices lay in the far-off land known as New Jersey. Without her, this shoddy enterprise currently known as YELLOW BLUE RED GREEN would probably have remained a series of notes posted in bottles all along the Gulf of Mexico. While in NJ, I've asked her to serve as a constant reminder of the team that kicked NJ's ass last year in the play-offs. Let's hope she finds the notion appealling.

Wednesday, May 12, 2004

You simply don't let go of an article that compares "Freaks and Geeks" with Rainer Werner Fassbinder. You just can't.

Saturday, April 24, 2004

...DRINKING SANGRIA IN THE PARK: Notes from a slightly eventful Saturday spent downtown

- My friend Mary rescuing a gray and blue parakeet from drowning in the San Antonio River. As no owners came forward (as could be expected), she, with a passion seen in few above the age of twelve, claimed her new fowl friend as a part of her family. Taking a cue from the Narnia books, she dubbed him Trumpkin; Chickmagnet, my suggestion, was seriously considered and then dismissed. Not quite the zenith of the day's humanitarian efforts, which ended up being...

- Mary and I donating half of the medium pizza we ordered to a not particularly needy, but hungry nonetheless, family. Not only were the kids escapees from those photos you find in newly purchased wallets, but they really were quite savvy in terms of manipulation. We never stood a chance.

-Watching what was probably the greatest band of twelve-year old musicians in the world (or maybe just South Texas) perform various AOR mainstays (The classic rock oldies blended together after a while but "Hotel California" was heard at one point - I'm also fairly certain they pulled off a Zeppelin cover). The band consisted solely of wee Hispanic lads in black shirts and blue jeans, a far cry from the ragtag Rainbow Coalition that blossomed under the tutelage of Jack Black. A two-minute piece of Human Interest filler just waiting for that slot between sports and Leno.

-Watching KILL BILL VOL. 2 (B+; more elaborate review coming later, maybe), wherein The Bride (Ms. Thurman) ventures to a more familiar part of the Pacific Rim to complete her mission of exacting death, death, and death!!! upon those who done her wrong. Ends my trend of going to the movies with Mary and inevitably seeing a flamboyant man, dressed primarily in green, get into many swordfights (THE ADVENTURES OF ROBIN HOOD, PETER PAN). Trumpkin sat the movie out due to complaints made by overly-rude audience members, who made statements with many unnecessary exclamation marks.

Monday, April 19, 2004

Take a lookee here. Not quite as ingenious as a certain other fella who splices rap vocals over rock tracks, but the coming up with the juxtaposition that comprises "Fight in the Club" must count as some kind of brilliance.

Wednesday, April 7, 2004

Good luck, Chloe!

Saturday, March 27, 2004

Today's epigram comes from David Thomson (see here):

"Mel Gibson is a rare breed of artist in that he had 28 million to spare."

Friday, March 12, 2004


I urge my YELLOW BLUE RED GREEN constituency to tape, TiVO, or (if you should be out) at least leave your TV on you local FOX affiliate for tonight's premiere of WONDERFALLS (8 PM cst). WONDERFALLS is, by most accounts, the bee's knees - a genre-defying piece of work concerned with the predilictions of a young woman who, while esconced in the event-deprived world of tourist retail, finds herself conversant in the secret language of cheap snowglobes and fragile wax figurines. Why have I succumbed to promoting an unproven product (and a network television product at that)? Because, silly, it's executive produced by Tim Minear, the scribe responsible for many remarkable episodes of the soon-to-be-departed ANGEL, and has a theme song by XTC's Andy Partridge. So there.

Monday, March 8, 2004

I have been taking a break from films as of late. I've reduced my habit from [EMBARRASSING AMOUNT DELETED] a week to a charming and quaint two or three (quicklike- VAGABOND (good (note to Rance: Sandrine Bonnaire - mmmm... even in rags and a filthy stench)) and THE GLEANERS AND I (gooder)). Frankly, maintaining the devotion that cinephilia demands can be an exhausting task. While I'd hate to rehash the banal debate of literature vs. film (thinking less about the innate superiority of one to the other and more about the moral), my time away from movies cemented for me an observation (probably obvious to most) I'd made a while back: film fosters obsession while literature fosters freedom (my chemical cocktail as of late has been Frank O'Hara/Nathaniel Hawthorne). The natural goal for me would be to strike a balance. Though not just yet.

Monday, March 1, 2004

Did I hear right??? Sofia Coppola thanked Wong Kar-Wai during her Best Screenplay speech?!? Cool...

Monday, February 16, 2004

Have you ever worked e'er or ne'er into a sentence during sex?

Yes, I have said, "I need more air" and "Sorry, I should have used Nair.

Sex advice from poets. Yep. However one would prefer "Advice from poets on where to find the cheapest alcohol"; those who get paid miniscule amounts always seem to have invaluable expertise with regard to the ale and whatnot.

Wednesday, February 11, 2004

FAQ from the ardent admirers of the vessel recently rechristened YELLOW BLUE RED GREEN

Q1 (submitted by Rachel M. of Dunstonville, AL)
A: No
Q2 (submitted by Joseph K. of New York, NY)
A: No
Q3 (submitted by Ada A. L. of Dunwich, NJ)
A: Actually, not quite the Bauhaus Design Style. I made it up as I went along.
Q4 (submitted by Jose S. of Madrid, Spain)
A: No, not Ophuls. Fritz Lang directed it right after he left UFA and before he hit the states. The only copy I've come across is a video with a fairly decent image but, peculiarly enough, no subtitles. Have you come across one w/ Spanish subtitles?
Q5 (submitted by Adrian X. of Downport, Ont.)
A: Yes.
Q6 (submitted by Peter G. of Quahog, RI)
A: No.
Q7 (submitted by Phineas L. of Cologne, Germany)
A: Yup, it was the third. I think it took place in the white room.
Q8 (submitted by Davos of Greece City, Greece)
A: Yes.
Q9 (submitted by Intermittent N. of Denver, CO)
A: Somewhat. They say I'm a Sagittarius, but I've always felt like a Taurus.
Q10 (submitted by Cellobrio F. of Ooioo, Japan)
A: Yes.

Thursday, January 29, 2004

I wake up this morning and find my hair doing an impersonation of a joshua tree - reaching for the stars and impervious to wind. Needless to say, it sucks. LEMONS-TO-LEMONADE FACTOR: Thank goodness I don't have any job interviews today!

ALSO: However dubious journals called SPLIZZ and ZAUM 8 may sound, I heartily recommend picking them up when next you see them (or, better yet, subscribe!). Brian Dickson, my friend and poet laureate of the small Pacific (and pacific) island that is HOLIDAY FOR SHOESTRINGS, is having a couple of poems published within them and I, being even more pro-Brian than I am pro-chocolate candy or pro-kite flying (just to cement the seriousness of my stance), believe that Brian's work would have done Dylan Thomas proud (if Thomas took his attention away from destroying his liver for a few minutes).

Tuesday, January 27, 2004

"It's very hard to find cigarette vending machines in America." - spoken to me on Saturday by a young Japanese man who, in defiance of the racial stereotype, was of a Bill Murray-ish height. Fight the good fight, Kiyoshi.

THE WIND (D: Viktor Sjostrom, 1928) (B+) - Visually stunning, even by the lofty standards of the silent era. The film, like the heroine, is constantly seduced away from the pastoral-Dickensian central plot (small town as new home, shrewish bitch of a semi-sister-in-law, laughable and yokelish gentlemen callers, sleazy corporate bastard on the prowl for a mistress) and toward the eponymous and ubiquitous force of nature. Really should end with our gal L. Gish wandering off into oblivion/transcendence (depending upon your point of view). Would merit an A or A+ if such a logical conclusion were reached.
MORVERN CALLAR (D: Lynne Ramsey, 2002) (A-) - Luckily the whole "heroine wandering away from everyday life and into oblivion/transcendence (of course, depending upon your point of view)" notion is pulled off with nary a hitch here. Keyed off by her fella's suicide, our eponymous (that word again) heroine (and again!) elects to avoid the typical gestures of grief and goes for the more unconventional route of hedonism. Incredible ending wherein a scene from earlier in the film is recontextualized and becomes damn near glorious.

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