Review: Bugonia

I wanted to say I was pleasantly surprised to see such an original movie coming out of Hollywood. But I’ve just found out it’s an adaptation of a South Korean movie. Leave it to the Asians to actually create daring fiction.

Anyway, this was good. A head-to-head between Jesse Plemons, whom I’ve liked in everything he’s done, and Emma Stone, whom I’m not particularly enthusiastic about but who’s good at her craft. Emma plays a high-ranking executive of a company involved in shady pharmaceutical stuff. Jesse Plemons plays a schizotypal, traumatized dude out in the sticks whose mother was injured somehow by said pharmaceutical company. But Jesse’s character has figured out that behind that mundane, vague corporate malfeasance is actually an alien plot to enslave mankind. Along with Jesse’s retarded cousin, they decide to kidnap Emma Stone’s character so she’ll transport them to the mothership and allow Jesse to negotiate for the sovereignty of Earth.

That’s as much as you need to know. In fact, that’s likely more than you needed to know to get into this movie. If you’re into weird stuff, watch it. It’s not the usual Hollywood garbage.

The peculiar script is a highlight. It allows compelling negotiations between Jesse’s delusional character and Emma’s, a cunning executive who finds herself under someone else’s control. Jesse’s and Emma’s acting are fantastic. Unfortunately, the third main character is Jesse’s retarded cousin, who seems out of place in every scene against these two powerhouses. I understand why the plot needed him (otherwise Jesse would have been sounding off necessary plot elements against the walls), but I think the movie would have been tighter without that character in it.

I recommend this movie. So much shit out there, you have to point out the ones that do something.

Review: The Town

Recently I became interested in the movie that Ben Affleck and Matt Damon made together and was releasing on Netflix. The Rip. It seemed like it could be entertaining. Then I watched like thirty minutes of it and realized that it was another one of those movies, like virtually all I’ve attempted to watch in the last ten years or so, that seem to be written by people incapable of producing a good script. Cringe dialogue, the subtlety of a hammer. In online mentions of this movie, people had compared it to a similar one (if only because heists and Ben Affleck were involved): The Town. Released in 2010, but somehow already looking ancient.

Well, The Town was fantastic. I checked it out at midnight and ended up staying up until about three in the morning. Extremely well-written script with not only unique, compelling dialogue, but also great set pieces, mirroring, and callbacks. Like a perfectly-built machine. Affleck does well, although I’ve never been much of a fan of his acting. Jeremy Renner, though, is amazing as this loose cannon who did nine years in prison and who’d rather die “holding court on the street,” as he put it, than return to jail. I never cared much for Renner’s acting, but it feels like other movies he was in, those I’ve seen at least, simply didn’t give him the chance.

As the romantic interest we have Rebecca Hall in her twenties. Gorgeous woman, always a pleasure to have her on-screen, and from the moment she first appears, you understand why a couple of the men involved would risk getting in trouble for her. We also have Jon Hamm from that old Mad Men show (which I never watched, but it was all over the place back in the day) doing very well as an FBI dude, and Blake Lively acting as a strung-out town bicycle. She honestly did great.

The movie gives a great sense of being stuck in a small town (although, as far as I could tell, it’s just part of Boston) with nowhere to go, burdened with the weight of generations, doomed to nothingness unless you dare to stick your head out in a way that could make others cut it off.

It’s very rare for me these days to watch a Hollywood movie and think, “Wow, that was great.” So I recommend this one.

Tatsuki Fujimoto 17-26

This is not a review, but a notice to those interested in the works of Tatsuki Fujimoto, author of Chainsaw Man, Fire Punch, Look Back, and Goodbye, Eri, all of which are required readings/viewings. He produced a bunch one-shot stories from ages 17-26, which have now been animated in very competent, creative ways. I can’t think of any other author who casually gets great adaptations made of random one-shots he made in his youth. Here’s the trailer.

They show Fujimoto’s range from early on. Most of his stories have in common the theme of reaching out for connection in an absurd world that often renders that connection fleeting, insufficient, or meaningless.

There’s also Look Back, a heartbreaking tale about ambition, connection, and regret. Merely mentioning what inspired it would be a spoiler. The movie has been out for a while, but I haven’t seen it yet. Probably because I’ll have to gear myself up to experience that story again.

The Chainsaw Man movie for the Reze arc is already online, and that’s a must see. This is both a fantastic and a terrible time to be a Fujimoto fan: fantastic because plenty of his stuff is getting adapted well. Terrible because the second half of Chainsaw Man, still ongoing, is unnecessary and generally bad.

Now, let’s hope that they also adapt the utter insanity that are Fire Punch and Goodbye, Eri. That last one has a plot point that I remember vividly because it made me burst out laughing with its daring, absurd brilliance.

Inio Asano, Minoru Furuya, Tatsuki Fujimoto… Asano broke down after Punpun, Furuya retired in 2016, and I suspect that Fujimoto may quit after he concludes Chainsaw Man however he decides to do so. I’ll have to check out what Shūzō Oshimi (The Flowers of Evil, Blood on the Tracks, Inside Mari, Happiness) has been doing recently.

Review: The Vast of Night

I rarely watch movies (nor read novels for that matter), because damn near everything released after 2006 or so is an excuse to make a political vehicle. I asked ChatGPT what could interest me as someone whose favorite movies (off the top of my head) are Fight Club, Jurassic Park, The Matrix, Back to the Future, and probably a couple others that I can’t remember now. It recommended some movies that I had never even heard about, although that’s not particularly surprising given that I haven’t been following movies in a good while.

So, it recommended The Vast of Night, a small sci-fi movie from 2019 or so that pays homage to Twilight-Zone-like stuff from back in the day. It takes place in a single night, following mainly the radio host of a tiny local station at a nowhere town, along with a switchboard operator. Both are young, both want to leave for better pastures.

That night, as most of the town is busy at a basketball game, some of the locals mention seeing lights in the sky. The switchboard operator receives eerie sounds that had never come through her switchboard, and she enlists the help of the radio operator to see if anyone can figure out what that’s all about.

I won’t reveal anything more about the plot. The whole movie takes place in a single night and a relatively short span of time. It’s on the artistic side, with fancy dialogue and ambitious shots. Some very interesting single takes. I thought it nails the feeling, that some of us remember, pre-internet of clutching onto vague rumors and radio testimonies that offer glimpses into a larger reality. I enjoyed the movie quite a bit. I also found the switchboard operator very cute, which is a plus.

It’s no masterpiece. The dialogue-heavy introduction goes on for way too long; it does a great job of establishing the cleverness and competence of the young radio guy, as well as his friendship with the switchboard operator, but it could have been significantly shortened. Once the switchboard operator receives the strange sound through the board, the movie doesn’t stop. I would have liked to say that it’s free of politics, but they had to sneak a “whites don’t care about blacks and indians” in there. Can’t escape that shit.

Anyway, if you enjoy peculiar movies that aren’t the usual garbage, you could do much worse.

Review: Chainsaw Man – The Movie: Reze Arc

A world where every concept is incarnated in a demon, whose power depends on how feared is the concept. The Cucumber Demon. The Blood Demon. The Typhoon Demon. The Future Demon. The Darkness Demon. The Angel Demon. The Death Demon. These fiends fight among themselves to either reign in hell or escape to Earth through possessing hapless people, usually the recently deceased. Demons hold grudges against each other and against humans in general. Humanity exists in a state of constant peril, with societies having to organize militias dedicated to the ever-present threat of a demon showing up somewhere or possessing a loved one. Some of the humans make deals with captured or semi-friendly demons, to gain some of their powers for good or ill. The cold war persists, but with the focus on achieving control of the most dangerous demons.

A winning concept, I’d say. The premise follows an orphaned teenager named Denji. He never went to school, lived with his gambler father, was manipulated by the local Yakuza into doing their dirty work for them, and finally was abandoned to die. However, a demon recently escaped from hell took pity on Denji; this fiend was the Chainsaw Demon, who had possessed a dog (I think that’s how the story goes; I have a hard time imagining Chainsaw escaping hell as a dog).

Denji had been torn into pieces, his body parts thrown into a dumpster, only for the Chainsaw Demon to give himself away as Denji’s heart, which made the teenager a human with feet in both worlds (this is extremely common in Japanese stories).

Then, the teenager gets conscripted into some special forces by a shady young woman with light-red hair.

The least I say about this person, the better.

Anyway, Denji isn’t your average protagonist. He’s half-wild, emotionally stunted, doesn’t care about the world, barely knows how to deal with people, can’t realize when he’s being manipulated (which happens constantly), and he’s solely motivated by hedonism, usually in the form of food or a cute face (or a nice pair of tits, or a nice ass), for which he’ll kill and/or die over and over again if necessary.

I quite like Denji. It has become a meme on the internet to say about Ryan Gosling’s characters that “He’s literally me.” I feel similarly about Chainsaw Man‘s protagonist.

In any case, the anime adaptation of part of the manga was a runaway success, even capturing the attention of some people that usually wouldn’t be into this stuff. But the anime series ended right at the moment when one of the most popular arcs would begin. This one involves a peculiar girl named Reze.

I’ve finished watching the movie about an hour ago. Oh, what joy. Plenty of the artistry on display was mesmerizing, some of the best animation I’ve seen in my life. The cinematography, the subtle character moments, the amazing fight scenes, the way the tension and absurdity ramps up to the point when you ask yourself how the hell did we get here. I wish the movie had been longer, but I didn’t feel like it missed any of the content of this arc. Reze’s character was done justice, which is far more than you can usually say about adaptations.

You know, it gets easy to forget that when you go to the cinema, the contract used to be that you’re giving away your attention and time to be captured by a story told by competent, passionate people. These days you watch movies, if you dare, trying to find a few entertaining moments in the torrent of politics that gets diarrhea-ed down your throat. This movie I’m reviewing is the deranged tale of two young people who were fucked from birth and who have no choice but to do the things they’re told to do, to have in exchange some semblance of normality in their lives. It also involves a myriad explosions, chainsaws growing out of a head and limbs, and a shark mount. If you enjoy Chainsaw Man, you have to watch this one. If you haven’t followed the story up to this point, you’ll have no fucking clue about what’s going on.

Great times. I posted one of the trailers for the movie in the previous post, but I’ll post it again:

Sadly, the movie would have left a perfect taste in my mouth if it wasn’t because I know that the story doesn’t end with the first part of the manga. The author, for whatever reason, created a second part featuring a new main protagonist (they switch around afterwards, but still), and although it started out very promising, it quickly devolved into shittiness. Some great moments, but plenty of lame ones. And much worse: some characters were brought back only to do a disservice to them. Others were killed unjustly. I’m waiting for that part to end so I can read it in its entirety, but right now I’m of the opinion that it shouldn’t have been created at all.

One Battle After Another, by Paul Thomas Anderson

For the last ten years or so I have avoided Hollywood movies, and movies in general, because most of what’s produced out there these days is vehicles for marxism. A couple of days ago I found out that Paul Thomas Anderson, who made Boogie Nights, Punch-Drunk Love, There Will Be Blood, The Master, and Inherent Vice, all movies that I either loved or found very interesting, had made a new one, named One Battle After Another, starred by our favorite lover of under-25-year-old women: DiCaprio himself. And the movie is based on a complex book by Thomas Pynchon, about revolutionary movements in the sixties. I was eager to see a movie set in the late sixties and early seventies, an era that has become important to me for reasons. On a personal note, P. T. Anderson is, or used to be, an intimate friend of Joanna Newsom, who is probably the living artist I respect the most (Joanna even had a role in Inherent Vice). So I figured that I finally could drag my aging ass to a movie seat.

It was fucking terrible. Pure political propaganda. P. T. Anderson, or whoever wrote the movie, used Pynchon’s book as an excuse to write a contemporary movie to shit on the US, and by extension on all countries of ethnic European origin, for controlling their borders and not being communist. In the first twenty minutes or so we see DiCaprio (I mistakenly wrote DiCrapio, and perhaps I should have left it like that) acting as the bomber for a communist, terrorist group, whose leader was the most disgusting, over-the-top example of a “black power” revolutionary I remember seeing in fiction. At first, silly me, I thought that DiCaprio’s character was undercover or something. When the black terrorist, after insulting and threatening some border guards, got to Sean Penn’s character and threatened him into getting hard, I realized that this movie was playing it straight. Abhorrent, insulting, morally-bankrupt garbage. That black communist hadn’t even met Sean Penn before; she just assumed that he would find her super hot, as in all white people are attracted to ugly, violent, nasty black women. Are black men even attracted to that?

Other than DiCaprio, the token “ally,” every single person of ethnic European origin in this movie is depicted as evil, a freak, or both. Sean Penn, who is a woketard himself, I assume was doing his best Donald Trump impression, judging by his facial mannerisms. Both DiCaprio and Sean Penn are depicted as being super turned on by the main black communist revolutionary. Sean Penn’s character even pursues her for sex, and gets pegged. Because of course he does. Later on in the movie, in an extremely lazy exchange, another character implies that he’s a closeted homosexual.

After DiCaprio’s character and this black bitch have a child, she berates him for “trapping” her, for trying to get her to act as his mommy, merely because DiCaprio’s character intends for their daughter to have a mother. In the end, this black communist, who was cheating on DiCaprio, abandons her family, murders a guard during an attack, snitches on their revolutionary group to avoid ending up in jail, and leaves the country. By the end of the movie, that fucking bastard is depicted in a sympathetic light, as if she could be redeemed. As in, “Ah, what wild youth we had. I made some mistakes, silly me.”

DiCaprio, being an “ally” ethnic European in a marxist movie, after he went out of his way to have a mixed baby, is depicted as a loser who has wasted the last thirty years destroying his brain with drugs. He spends most of the movie bumbling around, and by the end, he just happens to be in the right place at the right time, after someone else had solved the problem.

Then there’s the whole white supremacy thing. Sean Penn’s character wants to belong to a group named after Christmas (get it?), who are explicitly white supremacists. Those guys turn on Sean Penn when they realize he had a relationship with that black revolutionary bitch, and possibly fathered a child with her.

This movie features a native-American character. As a native-American character in such a marxist movie, he ends up (spoiler) massacring a group of white people named after the American revolution. If you saw that season of Fargo, by the Coen brothers, then you’ve pretty much seen that whole scene. I recall that the Coen brothers also used that season as a vehicle to tell people how terrible the Eastern Europeans were to the jews. Nevermind the fact that 95% of the Bolshevik leaders were jewish and murdered about 30 million ethnic Europeans in what came to be called the Holomodor. A subject you won’t see in any Hollywood movie, nor will you be detained for questioning.

Oh, I forgot. Spoiler, in case you care about this fucking abysmal turd of a movie: DiCaprio’s character is a literal cuck. Sean Penn’s character actually fathered DiCaprio’s daughter. Thus, DiCaprio’s took his rightful place at the bottom of the marxist hierarchy: a discarded “ally” whose efforts and resources are taken up by raising another man’s mixed baby.

Terrible, terrible film. Cinematography was fine, though, if you care about that. What perhaps disturbed me the most about the movie was the way this communist revolution, and all sorts of social revolt focusing on destroying those “evil white men,” were depicted with the moral righteousness of an eighties/nineties film that used nazis as the bad guys. DiCaprio’s “daughter” even ends up as a marxist activist herself, accompanied by uplifting music.

I’d rather eat my own shit than watch this movie again. I guess I have to write P. T. Anderson off my list.

Anime/Manga #1

Whenever I feel like it, I’ll bring attention to videos or other media about two of my lifelong loves: manga and anime. Katsuhiro Otomo’s Akira is one of the main legends of anime, perhaps the number one. What many don’t know is that the original manga is also a must-read, and in many ways improves and deviates from the movie (more accurately, Otomo himself changed many aspects of the plot to fit the movie).

The following video is a great overview on how special the process of getting Akira made was.

Life update (11/28/2024)

Today and tomorrow I’m on the afternoon three-to-ten shift. This morning I woke up at half past eight. When I got up from bed, my body felt twice as heavy. It didn’t take me long to wish I could just crawl back into bed. I barely pulled off a paragraph of my ongoing novel before I quit, because pushing myself when I’m not feeling it is a recipe for me to end up hating a task. I ended up browsing YouTube idly throughout most of my spare time.

At half past one, when I needed to walk up to the bus stop to take the vehicle that would carry me to a train that would carry me to another bus that would carry me to the hospital complex where I work, I desperately wished to be asleep. The prospect of enduring through a whole afternoon and evening of bullshit at work seemed like a genuine torture. The midday light was too bright, everything irritated the hell out of me, and when I finally got to the hospital, answering my coworkers involved fishing words out of my throat, and my voice came out raspy. I felt numb, confused, slow, unable to focus properly on my tasks. A cold ache in my chest wouldn’t go away. I had to face reality: my oldest, most loyal friend had returned for a visit.

If I only went to work when I feel like I can endure half a day of that bullshit, I would be on medical leave through most of my contracts. This adulting thing is beyond me. Who would want to do it? I guess if you must support a family, kids and such, you have that drive, which I can barely understand. But if you already know you’re going to die on your own, without burdening anyone with your faulty genes? What’s the point of all this? I’m basically working for the privilege to continue existing, even though I don’t even like being alive.

Pointless musings, as usual. Besides masturbation, I’ve only felt good this last couple of days while I was immersed in the manga I was reading (about three different ones), so no wonder I’m so attached to them. I’ve tried to get back into playing the guitar, but, man, my fingers are slow. I’d love to buy a new VR headset, but I’m waiting for a reliable new generation to come; I have the HP Reverb G2 Mark I, and its ability to track the controllers is simply not good enough, which has made me miss lots of interesting experiences. One of the best VR experiences I had involved playing through the first act of Cyberpunk 2077. I felt incredibly immersed, but by the end I decided that I didn’t want to compromise the quality of the experience; I don’t have a good enough GPU to run it similarly to the original, so I’m waiting for the nVidia 5000 series. It’s going to make a dent into my savings, but if anything I have is money. Too bad money can’t buy a brain that doesn’t make me feel terrible most of the time, or a body in which I want to live.

Yesterday I saw a stupid time travel movie from 2023 about a girl who goes back to 1987 to stop her mother’s killer. I have something of a savior complex, and I love time travel stories particularly if they involve saving someone. However, the movie ended up being a reminder of why I hate the modern West. If you’ve watched it, you probably know why. I don’t want to waste time detailing my problems with it. I also tried to get into that The Fall Guy movie, starring Ryan Gosling, whom I usually like, but it didn’t hold my interest. Not sure why. Most movies feel too artificial, too fake. It certainly doesn’t help that I don’t like seeing human beings even on a screen, so every movie and show has to counteract my innate disdain for my own species.

Anyway, it’s eight in the afternoon and I’m alone in the office. My coworker has already left for the day. I’m lounging here, writing these pointless words, hoping nobody calls with an issue. That’s all I had to say, I suppose. I feel like I’ve become a Minoru Furuya protagonist, and that reminds me of the sad fact that Furuya hasn’t worked on a new manga since 2017.

Life update (11/18/2024)

I fear I’ve reached the end of the line when it comes to my work on my Python app neural narrative. All the significant features it seems to need are implemented, and I don’t find any issue while using it that makes me feel like I have to stop and implement something. That’s a huge problem for my brain; I always need to be progressing creatively, because that’s the sole bulwark against the vastness of despair and hopelessness that lies at the bottom of everything. I’ve been feeling it these past couple of days: right after waking up, I just wanted to lie down again, cover myself from head to toe with the bedclothes, and pretend I didn’t exist. I’ve done that for an hour or so these past couple of days.

My main thing has always been writing, even in times when I was so down in the dumps, sometimes for years at a time, that I couldn’t produce anything. Right now, though, I feel reluctant to engage with my ongoing novel again. I also have a song half-produced on Udio that I feel like I can’t return to. I fear this mental state is related to the episode I suffered at work back in September, for which I’m getting an MRI done some time this month or the next. In general, I’m falling into utter apathy.

Every day, I try to go out and spend at least a couple of hours walking around, which usually ends with me sitting at some quiet place to read, but the state of society only increases my sense of hopelessness. There’s nothing out there for me, and I feel more and more like a stranger in my own country with every passing year. If I could organize myself to do so, and had those kinds of funds, I would move somewhere more isolated, but I’m not sure where that could be. It’s a pointless daydream anyway.

What to say, what to say. Some YouTubers I respect recommended The Penguin, a spin-off show of that newest Batman movie. I didn’t even enjoy the movie; I turned it off after forty minutes or so. However, Colin Farrell, an actor who is always compelling, does an amazing job as the titular character of the series, and it’s very cleverly written. I’ve just watched a couple of hours of it (the first two episodes), but I intend to watch the rest. Regarding movies, I can only recall having watched two movies this year: the Deadpool one, which was fun, and The Substance, which seemed intriguing enough. Well, I don’t know if I can recommend that last one to anyone. It’s a severe body horror tale with very good cinematography but a script that believes itself to be far more clever than it is. The dialogues are atrocious, and most male characters are a combination of predatory, retarded and oblivious. However, the movie did manage to make me feel plenty of things, like utter disgust at food, and extreme discomfort. I consider both good things, because for these past twenty years or so, most of what Hollywood has spewed out has been nothing but ideologically-driven garbage, ever since marxists went full masks-off instead of more-or-less cleverly disguising it. They’ve been doing this from the beginning; check out whom they based the character of Victor Laszlo off in Casablanca, read about the plan that original guy had for Europe, a plan that ended up getting financed by “American” bankers and turned into the so-called European Union. But that’s not a subject I want to get deep into at the moment.

Anyway, my brain feels seriously off. I’ll get recalled to work any day, but I feel completely unprepared for it. I keep watching YouTube videos of people who died young, who mysteriously disappeared, who have become near unrecognizable due to the passage of time… Man, bring me back to the fucking nineties. Modern civilization fell with those two towers.