My Month in Review: February '11

Triumph des willens (Triumph of the Will)
Leni Reifenstahl, 1935
More a masterfully crafted document of one of the most significant political forces the world has seen than National Socialist Party propaganda. I think ultimate interpretation rests with predisposition. Objectively I see passionate, charismatic, seductive leadership and its subsequent masses of unparalleled loyalty in strict, symmetrical organization. Reifenstahl's comprehensive photography places us in the Nuremberg Rally as if we were there and better. We are in and above the crowds and parades; "behind-the-scenes" with the troops at ease. We are motorcade passengers, peering directly over Adolf Hitler's shoulder and from his eyes' view. Triumph of the Will is an absolute force of true cinema.

Lursmani cheqmashi (The Nail in the Boot)
Mikhail Kalatozov, 1931
An astonishing achievement in exhilarating montage and evocative, often extreme close-up composition chronicling a single Soviet's unflinching defiance against great odds in honor of his country. It came to me free of background score - an experience purely of images - but of course I could not resist experimenting with custom selection. Strange and blasphemous as it may sound, MC5's "Back in the U.S.A." worked all but perfectly when commenced close to the time the title object comes into play (somewhere in the twelfth minute, I believe, placing the album's end precisely at the 41:12 mark). Even sans "Sonic" accompaniment, Nail in the Boot explodes with sheer, volatile life!

Peter Glenville, 1964
An absorbing demystification of nobility carried out with straightforward elegance and theatrical purity. Peter O'Toole and Richard Burton are magnificent.

Oktyabr (October)
Sergei M. Eisenstein & Grigori Aleksandrov, 1928
AKA Ten Days that Shook the World. Hardly anything in cinematic realms tops Battleship Potemkin's Odessa Steps sequence from Eisenstein, but the Soviet propaganda master comes mighty close here as he further experiments with montage in this arresting epic with unrelenting visual sublimity and a rebellious verve worthy of its united subjects. Heralded are industrial intricacies of the very constructs the proletariat built and used against the Russian Provisional Government.

It's Impossible to Learn to Plow by Reading Books
Richard Linklater, 1988
We perpetually endure - or unwittingly subject ourselves to - life's mundanities to reach that single daily moment of potential which we then are likely too fried to exploit. Linklater's circumstantial minimalism captures and motivates with ease, presenting a reality to live vicariously through while introducing ideas that would be expounded upon in beloved favorites of mine such as Dazed & Confused, Before Sunrise and Tape.

Another Year
Mike Leigh, 2010
When our lives fail to conform to our expectations of certain ages and our dreams languish unfulfilled, how does the resulting unhappiness reflect in our carriage? We can spend so many years simply expecting happiness and growing into the comfort zone of anticipation, but what are we to do when the Autumn years approach and nothing's happened? Do we have to accept our lot or are we apt to risk and bargain? Read the full review.

KISS Meets the Phantom of the Park
Gordon Hessler, 1978
AKA Attack of the Phantoms. Pure campy fun with a killer soundtrack. Uproarious both intentionally through goofy puns and unintentionally through the band members' uneven enthusiasm, absurdly portrayed super-personas and dimestore supporting cast (save for the rewardingly dedicated Anthony Zerbe). I'd love to see the superhero rock group concept revived on screen.

Travolti da un insolito destino nell'azzurro mare d'agosto
(Swept Away by an Unusual Destiny in the Blue Sea of August)
Lina Wertmüller, 1974
AKA Swept Away. This one takes a while to get going as it establishes its sympathies for the proletariat, simultaneously condemning the heedless vapidity of the bourgeoisie. As with its central characters though, once marooned it heightens, becoming exponentially more interesting as it goes. The isolated island setting boils life down to core elements, here easing the occasionally humorous evaluation of class hierarchies. I quickly rally as seemingly intended behind our male lead and laugh at the stubbornly aristocratic woman in her misery. Little compassion is shown for the latter throughout, even as her new superior's vengeful "game" treads on tyranny. Recommended by Sinister as part of "The Corrierino Film Orgy Forever". View my full reaction.

Mario Van Peebles, 1995
Through the two Mario Van Peebles films I've seen, I discern the director gets by on subject matter. Baadasssss' story, chronicling Van Peebles' father Melvin's efforts in creating Sweet Sweetback's Baadasssss Song, is a true inspiration despite the absence of anything too visually or narratively memorable. Panther, historical fiction about the Black Panther Party for Self-Defense, powerfully conveys its key subjects' significance despite the same. It may be of note that Roger Guenveur Smith, the "one man" in the one-man show about Panther founder Huey Newton mentioned a few films down from here, portrays an FBI agent behind an effort to neutralize the Panthers by flooding the ghetto with drugs.

Mat (Mother)
Vsevolod Pudovkin, 1926
Powerfully striking throughout (let's just say that pun is intended)... and the ending? Yeah, I pretty much cried. I wonder if Scorsese had this in mind when constructing Gangs of New York. On a side note, I find it interesting when filmmakers are pictured beside their respective credits.

Steve Gordon, 1981
Patient moral queries are raised throughout this touching laugh riot only to be dubiously answered, but I've come to terms with the probability that I'd have made the same decisions, likely in a decidedly hastier fashion at that. The cast is spectacular, Liza Minnelli in particular. I'd like to know what became of the prostitute character.

Further first-time viewings, continued in order of preference:

Invitation to the Dance - Gene Kelly, 1952
If ever there was required definitive evidence of Kelly's invaluableness as a performing artist, this is it. I may prefer the eternal charmer's more accessible work such as Anchors Aweigh! and the obvious choice Singin' in the Rain, but the non-verbal narratives on display here are inarguably superb on cerebral and emotionally involving levels.

Hall Pass - Bobby & Peter Farrelly, 2011
The Farrellys have attempted morality before. Just look at Shallow Hal (on second thought, don't). With Hall Pass, they're touching on a very real, lingering issue within romantically committed life. Complacency battles ambition, but is our ambition really quelled by what we label "the ol' ball and chain" or are we as individuals to blame? Perhaps in this age of wilting monogamy all we need is to be reminded why we took the plunge in the first place. A moral journey in crude comedy's clothing, Hall Pass allows its audience - just as The Seven Year Itch did - to be unsure. At times the "right" and "wrong" choices aren't so clear cut from what is typically our omniscient vantage. By engaging us superficially, the Farrellys have actually created an empathetic avenue over which we stand to be reassured in our love lives. Read the full review.

The Human Centipede (First Sequence) - Tom Six, 2009
What would be grotesquely and scatologically pornographic is rendered fascinating through Frankenstein-like devotion in spite of the victimized creation's unglorified pain. Half arthouse, half grindhouse, all gluttonous provocation with wildly misanthropic and aberrantly sexual undertones. Suck it, Saw.

Quattro mosche di velluto grigio (Four Flies on Grey Velvet) - Dario Argento, 1971
Definitive Argento! Easily one of the better - and scarier - films I've seen from the giallo master, second probably only to Deep Red (though it might be noted I've yet to see several of his more reputed works). Imbued with the spirit of late '60s psychedelic rock, Four Flies features what I believe is the only love scene I've encountered in an Argento and an interesting way of passing over its protagonist's explanations to his acquaintances what the audience is already aware of. Plus, Bud Spencer! Recommended by Sinister as part of "The Corrierino Film Orgy Forever". View my full reaction.

Aelita - Yakov Protazanov, 1924
AKA Aelita, The Queen of Mars. Thoroughly entertaining, if a bit hokey. An unusual yet powerful companion to its commemorative October Revolution contemporaries due to setting and what may or may not be intended anti-revolutionary undertones. Whatever the intention, the epilogical hammer and sickle moment is beautifully achieved. Additionally, Valentina Kuindzhi may be my new favorite silent cinema siren.

A Huey P. Newton Story - Spike Lee, 2001
An affecting one-man characterization of the Black Panther leader's inner workings.

White Dog - Samuel Fuller, 1982
All but one supporting black character is a victim. All-white civil servants are portrayed oddly and unrealistically. Through this, a white peoples' naïveté is implied of our pale lead, contrasted against the swarthy wisdom of her ebony co-star much as whites are widely considered ignorant of the "black experience". The race of those medical and law enforcement personnel may not actually be intended to imply anything, instead to merely maintain sound narrative (I.E. keeping the "white dog" at peace by keeping his black enemies out of the picture to begin with), but the implications arise. Are we to note as allegory the dog's slaver-like acceptance of hospitality in spite of trained hate that renders his provider's mere skin color a vulnerability ("If you're black you might as well not show up on the street, less you wanna draw the heat"), or take it as victory for the provider, considering the literal species distinction? Recommended by Sinister as part of "The Corrierino Film Orgy Forever". View my full reaction.

Kynodontas (Dogtooth) - Yorgos Lanthimos, 2009
Multiplicatively imaginative and rather Haneke-esque, this fetchingly photographed piece deprives us a typical audience's omniscience as its characters are deprived estimable inculcation. If I'm ever doubting my parenting skills, I now know what film to watch for a confidence boost.

Stanley Kubrick's Boxes - Jon Ronson, 2008
With this personal journey through the mysteries of one of the greatest filmmakers of all time, I have learned more than I ever thought I would about Kubrick - perhaps more than I would have cared to know. There's a certain discomfort as this stranger to Kubrick's inner circle involves himself as Herzog did with Timothy Treadwell's aftermath in Grizzly Man, though thankfully to lesser extent. All that aside, much of what's shown is, as one hopes considering the subject, utterly fascinating, and for any Kubrick fan the use of familiar score/soundtrack clips and copycat editing techniques is fun.

Joan Rivers: A Piece of Work - Ricki Stern & Anne Sundberg, 2010
Good and seemingly balanced biographical documentary. I learned a lot about Joan Rivers and had a good time doing it. That's the point, right?

Potomok Chingis-khana (The Heir to Ghengis Khan) - Vsevolod Pudovkin, 1928
AKA Storm Over Asia. Pudovkin seems all about endings. The matter of its historical accuracy a non-issue, this one begins promisingly and closes with extreme boldness, mostly compensating for its intermittent midsection.

Supervixens - Russ Meyer, 1975
For the fair amount of work I've seen from Meyer's noted contemporaries, the man's work itself has remained a blind spot until now. Supervixens is comparable to fragments of Al Adamson's better output (I.E. I Spit On Your Corpse), with its (free-to-film-in) desert setting and narrative subject matter, but the "nudie cutie" diagnosis sets it apart. Meyer's is a world where women, defined by ample endowment, are readily available and willing. Sexual prowess holds sway over just about everything. We men feel powerful, though, in that we turn down the bounty. Chide us for doing so and you're in trouble. This purposefully silly romp is done with uncommon vigor that builds and builds until a quite literal climax. Recommended by Sinister as part of "The Corrierino Film Orgy Forever". View my full reaction.

Mary & Max - Adam Elliot, 2009
An unexpectedly cute clay-animated tale of quaint and chronic loneliness. Eventually heavy-handed, but primarily delicate with shades of Wes Anderson (and I don't mean Fantastic Mr. Fox).

Master of the World - William Witney, 1961
Bava-esque lighting, inspired set design... but Master of the World (really more "Robur the Conquerer") is no War-Gods of the Deep, even for the great Vincent Price's turn as Jules Verne's tragic antihero Captain Robur - a man above men, lovingly but conflictedly combatting war itself and put at crowded odds with the very mentalities he goes out of his way to avoid in the form of our "protagonists". Similarly, Charles Bronson is no Tab Hunter. Still, a thought-provoking Verne tale goes a long way.

Gor - Fritz Kiersch, 1987
Who ordered the double-helping of subligar-clad camp? Oh, I suppose that would be me... but seriously - forgotten midnight classic?? And Bluto's in it!!

Grass: A Nation's Battle for Life - Merian C. Cooper & Ernest B. Shoedsack, 1925
As a big fan of King Kong and to a relatively lesser extent The Most Dangerous Game (mind you most everything is relatively lesser against Kong) I've been meaning to see this for some time (along with Chang, which I will likely get to that soon). It delivered more or less as expected, and I have nothing but enthusiastic respect for what Cooper and Shoedsack were doing (that they'd continue more dramatically with the mentioned titles).

Le rat de ville et le rat des champs (The Town Rat & the Country Rat) - Wladyslaw Starewicz, 1927
A droll short impressive primarily for its role in seminal stop motion.

The Second Circle (Krug Vtoroy) - Aleksandr Sokurov, 1990
Consistently and starkly attractive in its mournful expression of pain through (sometimes subtly and oddly sexual) imagery. I experimentally played Robbi Robb's "In Time" from Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure over the hour mark's scene and absolutely loved the result (sorry, Sokurov purists).

Solntse (The Sun) - Aleksandr Sokurov, 2005
Without need to depict battlefield, The Sun's visually appealing personal (as opposed to historical) tale generates a palpable sense of wartime's rattled pressure center on the verge of defeat with what appears to be reverence for Japanese culture at the end of an era against derision of casual Americanness. Issey Ogata's performance is exceptional. "Snow in winter looks like the Sakura in March. Time is indifferent and erases both of them."

The Dungeonmaster - Dave Allen, Charles Band, John Carl Buechler, Steven Ford, Peter Manoogian, Ted Nicolau & Rosemarie Turko, 1984
AKA Ragewar. If not totally Mystery Science Theater 3,000 material, at least darn close. Some fun special effects and good, hammy everything else.

Creation - John Amiel, 2009
I once attempted to read Charles Darwin's "The Descent of Man". It soared over my head then, and for all I know it still would. It's in a box somewhere... I should unearth it and find out. If anything it should be easier to follow than Ernst Mayer's "What Evolution Is". Seriously, I need a Fred Alan Wolf type to explain the ultra-sciencey stuff (and make Twilight Zone sounds when things get crazier than crazy). Of course I do grasp - and have since I can remember - the core concepts of Darwin's work. Creation aims for exactly this denominator in its audience - comprehension of Darwin in spite of blanks drawn when it comes to specifics - and covers his theories through a personal story involving his eldest daughter and vice versa. In this it can feel awfully spoon-fed at times, but at others it does the trick nicely with instances of gorgeous nature photography to boot.

9½ Weeks - Adrian Lyne, 1986
Hard lights, industry, emptiness, balloons and honey. Erotica that covers plenty of bases without uncovering gratuitous amounts of skin. I never before put my finger on how similar Mickey Rourke and Bruce Willis were in the '80s.

Konets Sankt-Peterburga (The End of St. Petersburg) - Vsevolod Pudovkin & Mikhail Doller, 1927
The first film commissioned in commemoration of the Bolshevik Revolution, Pudovkin's second in his "Revolutionary Trilogy" is a much more straight-forward telling of what led to the proletariat uprising than Eisenstein's imputedly formalist October (the second commissioned), and it lacks the spirit of that invigorating piece. Not as dynamic as Mother but stark enough to be visually interesting with a sprinkling of noteworthy sequences. Pudovkin's sense of montage is counted indeed, though again it pales against Mother and that prior film's rattling finale. Somewhat interesting to be watching these October Revolution films with Egyptian government overthrow so prevalent.

American Grindhouse - Elijah Drenner, 2010
Probably on par with its Ozploitation counterpart, Not Quite Hollywood, if not more structurally refined.

Carriers - Àlex & David Pastor, 2009
I'm a big fan of Robert Kirkman's "The Walking Dead", so this was about as fresh as a month-old zombie to me. In that regard though, had AMC's The Walking Dead chosen the route of a more faithful adaptation, it just might have been a little something like Carriers.

Top Secret! - David Zucker, Jerry Zucker & Jim Abrahams, 1984
A smattering of memorable gags elevate this to the level of a relatively worthy Bond send-up, but it's Shirley no Airplane!.

She - Avi Nesher, 1982
Once you get past the pathetic introductory skirmish, this one is fun enough, it's busty enough, but doggone it, it's just a frail attempt at a live action Heavy Metal (albeit one set in a feudal post-apocalypse). Anyone else now have an early Green Day song stuck in their head?

Flesh - Paul Morrissey, 1968
With admiration of Flesh for Frankenstein and adoration of Blood for Dracula, it was about time I got around to the "Paul Morrissey Trilogy". Having now seen Flesh, however, I'm not sure when I'll be getting on to Trash and Heat. For its purposes it's not bad by any (or at least many) means, I'm sure it was provocative in its time and in what I gather is true Morrissey fashion the opening shot is remarkable, but its portrait of affluent poverty's determined resorts doesn't compel me in any way beyond "Gee, Joe Dallesandro sure is pretty."

Les vacances de Monsieur Hulot (Monsieur Hulot's Holiday) - Jacques Tati, 1953
It's difficult to fault this one for much. Its Chaplin/Keaton-esque appeal is obvious and its atmosphere attractive. Its commonly employed descriptor is 'gentle', and I concur. Furthermore, Hulot's mere presence as opposed to his purposed actions causing agitation in the beachside community's balance is occasionally humorous and surely took a special mind to conceive. I cannot, however, say I was ever all that amused. Recommended by Sinister as part of "The Corrierino Film Orgy Forever". View my full reaction.

Cold Souls - Sophie Barthes, 2009
Though entertaining enough due to its base premise, Cold Souls is irreflectively soulless.

Teseo contro il minotauro (Theseus Conquers the Minotaur) - Silvio Amadio, 1960
AKA Minotaur, the Wild Beast of Crete; AKA The Minotaur. For all that minotaur-ness you'd hope the beast himself would be on screen more than two minutes. Then, considering here he looks like a fanged Son of Kong, maybe you wouldn't. Overall, a below-average peplum probably best watched out of the corner of your eye while you do something more useful, like watch better pepla.

Legion - Scott Stevens, 2010
Rashly inept, but just strange enough to be watchable. It never means to raise suspicion one way or another, but I'm not convinced as to the actual "goodness", "badness" or just plain craziness of the warring parties. Whatever the case, Dennis Quaid sure gives his all to these silly affairs, doesn't he? More power to him.

Vicious Lips - Albert Pyun, 1987
0.25% Space Odyssey, 0.75% Star Wars, 99% bad wigs, bad '80s pop rock, bad acting, bad sets and bad plot. So, yeah, bad, but... wigs, '80s pop rock, etcetera! Obviously it's enjoyable on some level!

Zelig - Woody Allen, 1983
Terribly clever. Also terribly lifeless.

Mat i syn (Mother & Son) - Aleksandr Sokurov, 1997
Long shots of pastoral nature paralleled with brooding humanity and fractured by persistent whisper. Would work better as an installment. Or maybe a much shorter film. As an already modest 70-minute feature... just go for a hike instead.

Following - Christopher Nolan, 1998
Sheer popularity has now led me to see every of Nolan's films, though the only I ever genuinely wanted to see was Insomnia. Following is certainly not my least favorite of the director's and in fact its first act is probably better than anything else he's done, but overall it is an annoying bore - the spawning ground of about every Nolanism that leads me against the man's oeuvre as a whole.

Don't Play Us Cheap - Melvin Van Peebles, 1973
I hate to hate on a Melvin Van Peebles work, but this more or less straight-forwardly filmed play is a convoluted bore.

Just Go With It - Dennis Dugan, 2011
No matter how preposterous [Adam] Sandler's other bad comedies are, at least a pittance is paid to plausibility. Due to comparatively superior establishment, I'll buy Little Nicky before I buy this. Formula's formula for a reason though, and I will confess to sneaky, trifling tingles once the key romance kicked in. There's a load more Devlin to sift through ("Devlin" being the film's euphemism for, well, you know...) but the saccharine center is there for couples attempting to enjoy an easy evening. Still, I wonder if there was more behind Sandler's nervously chuckled line to a hula-garbed [Jennifer] Aniston, "I'm sorry about this." Read the full review.

Up in the Air - Jason Reitman, 2009
Its worst transgression is disallowing its audience to think for itself. Less annoying than Juno, more mature than Thank You For Smoking, though in this case the latter may not be a plus.

Unknown - Jaume Collet-Serra, 2011
I propose a new subgenre: twisters! The key reason to see any of these movies - even [Collet-Serra's] last outing The Orphan, for example - is to try and figure out the inevitable (and in this case, essentially promised) twist ending. Then, again, Unknown isn't the best platform for its fellow twisters to defect from as it fails to engage the mind. There are clues, all be them noncontextual, along with a clumsy tightrope act between rationality and insanity, but to boil it down is to realize the desired information isn't discoverable. It's simply withheld. Our twists come to us in the form of blatant, unrewarding exposition whenever the filmmakers deem it timely. Read the full review.

A Walk on the Moon - Tony Goldwyn, 1999
Good soundtrack. Good nothing else.

Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time - Mike Newell, 2010
I'm not a huge subscriber to the notion of films so bad they're good. If I enjoy something, even something generally disdained, chances are I find it genuinely respectable on at least some level. This haphazardly frantic story of a brat prone to lucky breaks performed by an ensemble of white people pretending to be Persian by doing British accents comes pretty close to being so bad it's good. It is so pathetically dreadful that I can't help but laugh at near every scene, rendering amusing what would be a miserable two hours. Still, the key of this phrase is the first part: so bad.

Ursus, il terrore dei kirghisi (Ursus, Prisoner of Evil) - Antonio Margheriti, 1964
AKA Hercules, Prisoner of Evil (Ursus doesn't sell in America, apparently, a la Maciste's stateside retitling as "The Son of Hercules"). It may be of similar note that director Antonio Margheriti is credited as Anthony Dawson. I honestly did not think I would see anything worse than Prince of Persia this month, or any time soonish for that matter. With all these "B" movies I suppose I was pressing that eventuality. This one makes Theseus Conquers the Minotaur look good. Really, all it has going are a couple pretty women. I could hardly sit through it. Actually, confession: I didn't! Too terrible to tolerate. And Reg Park looks funky sans beard.

Total first-time viewings: 54

- I also viewed 25 animated Soviet propaganda shorts. They should count, of course, but then I'd have an even less wieldy list! View my reactions to these shorts (most of them, anyway - I'm still at work on further entries).
- This month I'm adding a brief list of rewatches, ranked according to preferred re-experience, not necessarily overall preference. I believe January's four qualified titles would have been Un lac (Grandrieux, 2008), Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End (Verbinski, 2007), About A Boy (Weitz & Weitz, 2002) and Sex and the City 2 (King, 2010).

Rewatches (10 total):
Dazed & Confused (Linklater, 1993), The Shining (Kubrick, 1980), Collateral (Mann, 2004), Miami Vice (Mann, 2006), A Clockwork Orange (Kubrick, 1971), Frankenstein (Branagh, 1994), Death to Smoochy (DeVito, 2002), The Graduate (Nichols, 1967), Armageddon (Bay, 1998), Forrest Gump (Zemeckis, 1994).

- This was actually my first proper viewing of The Shining, in that it was widescreen. Due to a mix of Kubrick's gorgeous symmetry and Warner Brothers' questionable releasing decisions, I honestly thought the picture was 4:3 for years and years. If I had a meter charting my most-watched movies The Shining would be in the top ten I'm sure (likely behind Vanilla Sky, Boogie Nights, The Doors and A Night at the Roxbury), but seeing it as it was meant to be seen for the first time was a glorious rediscovery.
- Miami Vice is an excellent companion piece to Collateral in that it treads much of the same ground but does so in a more streamlined fashion and with less exposition (what exposition exists is cleverly disguised). Concurrently, the two are as different as Los Angeles and Miami are far apart. Both are riveting digital achievements but in deciding between them I prefer Collateral's rawness ("Darwin, I Ching, whatever man, we gotta roll with it"). While Vice has my mind (and personal favorite Colin Farrell), Collateral has my heart (and incomparable performer Tom Cruise in one of his finest turns yet).
- For all its nerve, Branagh's Frankenstein feels a bit nerveless at times, but it is still the best direct adaptation of Mary Shelley's masterwork I've seen, altered ending and all. I still want to see (or make, muahaha!) an adaptation that features the novel's original dialogue. "If you will comply with my conditions, I will leave them and you at peace; but if you refuse, I will glut the maw of death, until it be satiated with the blood of your remaining friends." Phew, now how great would it have been to hear De Niro spout that!? Or from Branagh, whose background in Shakespeare proves him more than capable: "Devil, do you dare approach me? And do not you fear the fierce vengeance of my arm wreaked on your miserable head? Begone, vile insect! Or rather, stay, that I may trample you to dust!" Yeah, it's gotta happen.
- The last three were not of my choosing. I get The Graduate, it's just not my (plastic) bag. Armageddon's glaring pacing issues and brash implausibility make its rigid Americana difficult to digest. As for Gump... well, I've never been its biggest fan but it has its moments (the National Mall scene and pretty much anything involving Lieutenant Dan). This viewing, however, the top-heavy doses of grating sap were all the more apparent.


  1. I haven't seen (or heard of) most of these movies. I liked Mary & Max quite a bit. I also liked Prince of Persia quite a bit more than I expected to. I thought it was a fun adventure movie that did a great job of evoking the feel of the video game series.

    I think I have that Ursus movie.

  2. It was a comparatively obscure month, wasn't it? Yeah, Mary & Max was good - I sort of "previewed" it in January to see what it'd be like and I wasn't too hopeful with the Mary introduction I saw... but on the actual viewing once it got to the Max stuff I was quite engaged.

    The only Price of Persia game I've played is the original PC one - I haven't checked out any of the post-Ninja Gaiden stuff. Haven't really been gaming much at all lately apart from the occasional Final Fantasy and Guitar Hero (finally called it quits for good with FFXI - gave my character to a friend... miss it very much, but I had really run my course with it and it was time to hang it up). Tried Bayonetta but didn't get very far.


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