THE BIG SLEEP

Last night we watched Raymond Chandler’s The Big Sleep, staring Humphrey Bogart, on Turner Classic Movies.   Most of the movie was shot outdoors at night or in dark rooms. 

 

It became clear early on that the dialogue was the basis of the story and the videography was background – the platform to deliver the dialogue.   If you did not pay attention to the dialogue you would lose the narrative of the story. 

 

This is so different to the movies of today, where the videography, the blazing color, the special effects, the extreme action, and the too loud background noise is designed to entertain movie goers, with little requirement for cognitive investment.   The dialog, in most of today’s movies, is designed to loosely tie together one action scene with another. 

 

Being fed intercerebrally  may be just one indication of a cognitive change in humans that will result in a Darwinian evolution of our species.

How about that word: intercerebrally.  I just made that up - but it makes sense - it's a good one.

the Ol'Buzzard

WHO GIVES A SHIT?

Some people have a song that runs through their head and drives them nuts. 

 I’ve got an old movie that keeps popping into my id and I can’t find any reference to it on the internet.   The damn thing is probably so old that no body alive but me gives a shit about it anyway. 

It was an early 1950’s black and white movie about a Martian invasion.   Teen agers in their hot rods were attending a Bill Haley and the Comets dance (he sang Rock Around The Clock in the movie) when the invasion began. The Martians looked like the little aliens in Mars Attack (or Paul) but they had hypodermic needles that would extend from their finger tips and could inject poison.   Finally realizing that light could destroy the aliens the teenagers surrounded the Martians with their hot rods and at a signal turned on their headlights winning the day (or night).    The adults never knew that the teen agers saved the earth.  

I searched Bill Haley and the Comets movies and could find no reference to a walk-on in a horror movie.  

It was a stupid movie anyway… this is obviously just my mind fucking with me.   It is like that song that lately has driven me nutz:

A horse is a horse of course of course

And nobody talks to a horse of course

That is of course unless the horse  

Is the famous Mr. Ed

I-AM-MIST-TER-ED.

Now, run that through your subconscious: you can thank me later. 

the Ol’Buzzard

the Ol’Buzzard