beer good
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I can't believe it! I talk about having a flat tire, and a minute later it happens!
Finally got around to seeing The Inner Life of Martin Frost, Paul Auster's second attempt as a film director after the interesting-but-flawed Lulu On The Bridge. And well, nobody's ever going to accuse Auster of wild thematic shifts; like many of his recent novels, this is a metafictional story of a writer and the creative process - specifically, what happens when a story he's writing literally takes on a life of its own, in the shape of a muse become flesh and blood. Maybe. Or maybe she's just an aspect of himself. Hell, maybe she's even a real person. Whatever she is, he's responsible for her.
But those aren't dreams. They're real.
Mirrors don't count.
Auster definitely has some talent when it comes to directing, with a slightly Lynchian sensibility even if he's much too fond of voiceovers to carry the plot. He's got a good cast in Thewlis, Jacob and Imperioli, and the story itself is rather subtly told and never crawls as far up its own solipsist ass as Travels In The Scriptorium did. But as enjoyable a trifle as it is, I still can't help but think that it would be nice if Auster ever gets back to telling stories that aren't just stories about a writer trying to tell a story.
I've also seen Gran Torino stars5, A Life Less Ordinary stars2 and An American Crime stars3 lately.
Finally got around to seeing The Inner Life of Martin Frost, Paul Auster's second attempt as a film director after the interesting-but-flawed Lulu On The Bridge. And well, nobody's ever going to accuse Auster of wild thematic shifts; like many of his recent novels, this is a metafictional story of a writer and the creative process - specifically, what happens when a story he's writing literally takes on a life of its own, in the shape of a muse become flesh and blood. Maybe. Or maybe she's just an aspect of himself. Hell, maybe she's even a real person. Whatever she is, he's responsible for her.
But those aren't dreams. They're real.
Mirrors don't count.
Auster definitely has some talent when it comes to directing, with a slightly Lynchian sensibility even if he's much too fond of voiceovers to carry the plot. He's got a good cast in Thewlis, Jacob and Imperioli, and the story itself is rather subtly told and never crawls as far up its own solipsist ass as Travels In The Scriptorium did. But as enjoyable a trifle as it is, I still can't help but think that it would be nice if Auster ever gets back to telling stories that aren't just stories about a writer trying to tell a story.
I've also seen Gran Torino stars5, A Life Less Ordinary stars2 and An American Crime stars3 lately.