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Post by respiratoryproblems on Jun 15, 2019 14:52:44 GMT
They're giving out prizes for not being a man over there now.
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Post by hoffa_nagila on Jun 15, 2019 16:29:40 GMT
Time to go change my gender. I need them sweet sweet trophy points.
I'll ask STeVE what doctor he used.
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Post by gobshite on Jun 21, 2019 15:41:16 GMT
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bradman
Better than Steve
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Post by bradman on Jun 21, 2019 15:49:46 GMT
You'd think WHOPPIE was in the movie reading that.
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Flat Transfer
Terry Kath
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Post by Flat Transfer on Jun 21, 2019 17:15:58 GMT
I watched it last night. It's basically a semi-documentary of Dylan surrounded by an army of carefully chosen coked-out sycophants (both musicians and hanger-ons) with some fictitious yet uninspired storylines inserted for good measure. I thought Rivera was one of the less annoying characters, but that probably means I'm in love with her... No, really, the one who annoyed me the most was the Tambourine Man himself. As off 2019, his gypsy poseur shtick has worn itself extremely thin. The one scene I thought was really interesting (as much as it was excruciatingly painful to watch) is the exchange with his former partner Joan Baez about his secret marriage in 1965. Here we get to see the real Bob Dylan; a spoiled manchild who has zero consideration for the feelings of anyone but himself. Baez takes it though, because Bobby is a God who needs to be nurtured (which is basically the main theme of this overly long movie). Only a few performances actually hint at his greatness as an artist, but too many of his classic tunes are turned into banal boogie versions with Dylan coarsely shouting out the words on top. Played for the sake of being different than the original, I guess. The musicians are competent but -unlike what is claimed- this is not an actual band that interacts with each other. Everybody is just looking at... Bob. Where 'No Direction Home' from 2005 was a true revelation about a essential moment in the history of modern music, "Rolling Thunder Revue" aims to be like that, but fails on the ground of being overwrought and especially too self-indulgent. The end.
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Post by hoffa_nagila on Jun 21, 2019 17:41:38 GMT
I watched it last night. It's basically a semi-documentary of Dylan surrounded by an army of carefully chosen coked-out sycophants (both musicians and hanger-ons) with some fictitious yet uninspired storylines inserted for good measure. I thought Rivera was one of the less annoying characters, but that probably means I'm in love with her... No, really, the one who annoyed me the most was the Tambourine Man himself. As off 2019, his gypsy poseur shtick has worn itself extremely thin. The one scene I thought was really interesting (as much as it was excruciatingly painful to watch) is the exchange with his former partner Joan Baez about his secret marriage in 1965. Here we get to see the real Bob Dylan; a spoiled manchild who has zero consideration for the feelings of anyone but himself. Baez takes it though, because Bobby is a God who needs to be nurtured (which is basically the main theme of this overly long movie). Only a few performances actually hint at his greatness as an artist, but too many of his classic tunes are turned into banal boogie versions with Dylan coarsely shouting out the words on top. Played for the sake of being different than the original, I guess. The musicians are competent but -unlike what is claimed- this is not an actual band that interacts with each other. Everybody is just looking at... Bob. Where 'No Direction Home' from 2005 was a true revelation about a essential moment in the history of modern music, "Rolling Thunder Revue" aims to be like that, but fails on the ground of being overwrought and especially too self-indulgent. The end.
You don't know what it is, do you Mr. Jones?
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Post by mintyjackhole on Jun 21, 2019 18:15:05 GMT
Ooooo... Spartacus has a girlfriend!!!
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Post by Chicken in Black on Jun 22, 2019 0:42:51 GMT
Nearly all the contemporary interviews were conducted by Jeff Rosen, Dylan's manager, just like they were on "No Direction Home". There was recent footage of T-Bone Burnett and Scarlett Rivera in these talking heads. Scorsese decided not to use it, which gives the unintended feeling that Rivera didn't want to contribute to the documentary.
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Post by mintyjackhole on Jun 30, 2019 14:30:43 GMT
Knob twirler in the thread about the new movie "Yesterday": "I kept wanting to punch the dude for not realizing he’s in love with Lily James until the end of the money. She’s like Keira Knightley with a woman’s body."
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Post by respiratoryproblems on Jul 8, 2019 10:42:16 GMT
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Post by Boozin' Susan on Jul 8, 2019 11:01:02 GMT
I tried to stomach a page or two of that thread, and it proves that eschewing SHiteland for Stereo Central was the correct choice. What a fucking bunch of misogynistic cretins those assholes are...
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Post by mintyjackhole on Jul 8, 2019 11:14:12 GMT
So you missed this gem from seibrand: "my wife? what does she listen to in musical terms? well ... actually, she usually listens to her own voice (I don't even hear it anymore ...) when she breaks the balls, saying she can't stand "my music". she continues to break my balls, she does not let me listen to music, lowers the volume (even when it is not "LOUD"). when she touches the volume knob to lower my enjoyment, she enjoys... but she does really enjoy, orgasmically speaking. Sometimes she teases me, when I listen to choral music, she does the verses, imitating, badly, the musicians or the singers. Whenever she hears the word "sunshine" (and cabbage ... in American / English songs, that word is very frequent <it is true!>. she ask me "Why doe these American allways sing about sunshine? don't they have some? In short, wife and music do not agree at all, it is a unique penalty. Obviously ... I have to accept hiernasty complaints, but if I open my mouth when she's watching TV (I NEVER watch TV, she is allways in front of that TVdisplay ...). she looks at those stuffs that are, my simple opinion, the champions of the trash: telenovellas, or those programs like "doctor pimpel crusher" or how the hell it's called in USA... or that one where people too, too, too obese make themselves operate by the doctor on duty ... I love my wife, but sometimes it's hard, resisting ... I do resist, now for over 39 years. How long can I go on? :mad::love: :hide::idea:" What is he resisting? Certainly not mocking his wife behind her back on a public forum. Passive aggressive little shit!
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j365
Sir Ringo
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Post by j365 on Jul 8, 2019 13:00:29 GMT
SHite learns self-awareness:
“Interesting...…..she puts up with what I listen to, but I have ZERO interest in listening to what she listens to. Maybe I should give this some thought.....:confused:”
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Post by My Avatar Is A Hot Babe on Jul 21, 2019 16:19:25 GMT
Women like cats because they’re sneaky mean spirited and sadistic. Enough said.
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Post by jeatletoes on Jul 21, 2019 18:14:54 GMT
Ghostworld. The poster-boy SHITE Incel?
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