That's a line spoken by a child in the documentary "Death of a Cemetery," which is about a community of poor people who have lived in a cemetery in the Philipines since the 1800s, building a vibrant community over the generations that includes restaurants and shopping districts and stuff as they served as caretakers for the richer people buried there. Many families live inside the mausoleums, as if they are condos.
Unfortunately the site does not have provisions to embed the trailer, and as far as I can tell it's not on YouTube, so all I can do is link to the website, where you will find the trailer. It's not a good trailer, truth be told, but the story - which I learned about due to obsessive research about newly discovered to me the Mountain Goats - sounds awesome. (The film poster was done by the guy who designed the latest MG album cover)
"You'd be better off calling the Ghostbusters, love."
This is why I have an all-region dvd player. 'Cuz you know what? I completely doubt that the town that is making all all-white version of Akira will let this movie stand on its own over here. Or maybe anywhere.
Update! After perusing the inbox, a bit of clarification is needed. That beautiful, emotional, lyrical video was directed by Michael Bay, which the person I was Nerd Slapping with didn't know until I Gleefully informed him.
I'm a horrible terrible person and I should be ashamed of myself.
I loved PAFF and the companion artisan market that used to be part of it, and had been every year since I moved to Cali - up until it relocated from Magic's theater to someplace down in Culver City, which irritated me so much I *flounced* off in a huff. Flounced!
To zero effect. My friends were all "yeah, you're right..." and kept going to PAFF. The only impact my flouncing had was I missed a whole bunch of movies you will not be able to see easily in this country otherwise.
As it is an amazing good festival, and I've missed it, I decided that this year I would get over Myself and return to PAFF, keyboard in hand!
But, um. The 2011 fest kind of snuck up on me right when I had neither the time nor money to attend. Oops.
So! if I had actually gotten to it this year (the festival ends today) this is what I would have seen at the Pan African Film Festival. Too, I had planned to review again:
When I see him in stuff, and I see him in a lot of stuff, I've always wondered "who is that guy?" Now I know! My fave line in the story: "My plan was to find a way to be awesome," he said. "I know how that sounds."
Chocolate is about an autistic woman who beats down as many people as necessary in order to save her Mom...without benefit of wirework or CGI.
I have an all-region dvd player for a reason.
Chocolate came up late this weekend via a buddy who discovered that Ong Bak 3 is a reality (I thought he was a monk now but maybe he went on Monk Leave or something to do this???), which said buddy shared with me in an attempt to make me feel better about Cuddle Kitty's near demise on Friday (much panic, tears, more panic and depleting of the replacement car fund to keep him alive) which of course lead to a discussion of both Chocolate and The Legend of Suriyothai (which features a different kind of badass warrior woman, with bonus ! Combat Elephants ! I loooove that movie), and also arguing over Kenny Rogers lyrics (which, if you were there to witness the evolution of this conversation, the segue to Rogers makes Total Sense).
His plan to distract me worked! And it turns out many clips from Chocolate are on YouTube. Here's the closing battle scene:
Now that we're on the other side of the terrifying/thrilling/exhausting/absolutely fucking amazing first-ever Hollywood Fringe Festival, we're slowly getting back to normal operations around here. I'm starting with the vast pile of I Cannot Deal With Any Email Unrelated To Fringe Until This Is Over, quickly followed by catching up on the RSS reader thingy and news outlets unrelated to World Cup.
I'll have more to say about Fringe next week, mostly about other people, probably. Konstantine! Laura! David! Shelby! Jacquetta! Khalil! ComedySportz! ABBIE SANGRIA!
At this moment dunno how I can talk about Moi experience without getting all gushy, and truthfully I'm still processing it all. These post-Fringe days have been emotionally similar to post-CCI days, which was very much a surprise, considering. So I'll talk about other people first, and by the time I get to Moi perhaps I can be more Informational Objective about that entry and not all happythrilledgratefulteary. But Goonan's going to get the overly-long gushy version. So far, Goonan doesn't seem to mind when I drop a 3K email on her. God how I love that woman.
Small HFF Preview: You know those slashy G.I. Joe conversations you have? Like you do? Let me tell you, there's NOTHING to prepare you for standing onstage about to talk slashy G.I. Joe stuff, only to look down and see sitting in the front row the man who voiced the G.I. Joe you're talking slashy about. O.M.G.
Throughout all this, Frieda Paras-Jones died. Not fair. At all. The first of her three memorials was Wednesday night, and it was beautiful. Yes, this is a woman whose impact was so broad that three memorial services will barely contain it all. To my regret (and my cowardly fault) I never became a friend of hers because I was too scared to put myself before her to accept or reject me as a potential friend. But I admired her fiercely and learned from her in a gut-punch way. I kinda need to share that gut-punch story - when she told me I disappointed her and she was absolutely right - so will do so within the next couple of weeks. Right now my heart is with Guy & Carlos & Roxanne and all those at Southern, Northern and Bristol who knew her Truly. I knew her as an icon. They knew her as a person. My god that they have to go through this loss.
This amazing roundup of zombie-related items was in my reader thingy. Go forth to the homeport of PZ Meyrs and click on all of the links! ZOMBIES.
I'm very glad to read reports that Hollywood's whitewashed Airbender is actually a piece of shit. Good. I'm even happier that none of my close friends have so far wavered from their decision to abstain. For four of them this is reallysuper hard to do, but they grocked to the Big Picture principle and rolled out. I'm glad that they're not missing a good movie, at least.
M. Night? I've seen all your movies, save this newest one. I am one of the very few people who saw Praying With Anger in an actual movie theater 18 years ago; that movie made me file away your name in my head for future tracking. I loved Unbreakable and The Sixth Sense, thought Signs was a hoot, felt I've sat through films far worse than The Village & The Lady In Water, both of which at least entertained a bit.
But Airbender? Fuck you onto seven generationsfor your complicity in this abominable whitewash, your pathetic attempts to O Lawd What We Gon Do Now jig dance around it in media interviews I will not link to, and your general cowardice. Fuck you and your entire production team and studio. It's 2010. STOP WHITEWASHING. JUST STOP.
You'll make some money on Airbender because most white people do not care about the big picture and will go see it anyway. So it goes. So it has always gone. But you need to make more than "some money" on this I think. You need to make lots. If you have taken excellent pan-Asian source material, put it through the whitewash wringer and turned it into LCD crap of middling interest to the broader non-fan audience? You'll be lucky to earn out your multimillion base expenses. Which of course means you've lost (until the dvds roll out, anyway). Good. And fuck you.
World Cup World Cup World Cup! The only sport I care about! Gorgeous men from all over Earth playing The Beautiful Game. We're in the kill-round stage now. I have two brackets - the fun one and the real one. In the real one, so far I have only been wrong about one game. This entry auto-posts one hour before My Boys From Brasil take on the Netherlands at WTF Time in the obscenely early morning. I'll be on the couch wearing one of my (four) Brasil shirts, with a giant mug of coffee and even more faith that Brasil will move from the quarterfinals to the semis.
So! From this site I give you my Brasil team member name!