tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35752808770850214462024-02-16T19:48:38.169+01:00Lolita's ClassicsLolita of the Classicshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03596876234508882958noreply@blogger.comBlogger345125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575280877085021446.post-21157885725307330622012-09-11T13:45:00.002+02:002012-09-11T13:46:23.035+02:007 x 7 AwardOh, darling Neve. Why would you give an award like this to a self-destructive cinéaste who subconsciously deters the interest of any one like minded by being awfully sarcastic, morbid and childish? A woman who just watches her blog slowly wither away into oblivion and nothingness?<br />
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*dramatically covering eyes with arm and falling down to the floor with a loud bounce*<br />
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Please, Neve... if these are my last words... remember... <i><a href="http://thegreatbaz.wordpress.com/">The Baz</a></i>... I believe... in... you... *croak*<br />
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Thank you, darling.<br />
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The point of this award is that once you are the recipient of it, you are supposed to highlight seven blog posts of your own (following the highlighted directions below), and then pass the award on to seven other bloggers you feel deserve the punishment of forced false modesty.<br />
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I will feel like a defiler of graves, since my answer to all these questions will consist of links to <i>really </i>old blog posts. Welcome to the Lolita Mausoleum:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">1.Tell everyone something that no one else knows about you.</span><br />
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I believe that I already share too much about myself that you now know about me, but would prefer not to. But I can share something with you. I know that I am cool and all that. Super cool. Tough. Ice cold Queen of Scandinavia. But I'm afraid of spiders, which is totally ridiculous. Snakes - no problem, I grew up with them. I don't even mind the big, hairy tarantulas. No, the spiders I'm afraid of are those icky buggers with teenie tiny bodies and enormously long legs. (A quick Google search informed me that the correct Latin appellation is Daddy Longlegs.)<br />
I blame my father, who traumatized my big sister by chasing her through the house with a spider in his hand. Guess he mistook her crying for hysteric laughter. So, some cognitive behavioral therapy:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2. Link to one of the posts that I think best fits the following categories:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a. Most beautiful piece:</span><br />
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<a href="http://lolitasclassics.blogspot.se/2009/12/my-top-20-favorite-actors.html">My top 20 favorite actors</a>. Obviously. Lots of sexy dudes there.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">b. Most helpful piece:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">c. Most popular piece:</span><br />
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According to the statistics, my review of <a href="http://lolitasclassics.blogspot.se/2010/05/barbarella-1968.html"><i>Barbarella</i> (1968)</a> is the post with the most pageviews, closely followed by <a href="http://lolitasclassics.blogspot.se/2009/08/ilsa-she-wolf-of-ss-1975.html"><i>Ilsa, Swe Wolf of the SS</i> (1975)</a>. Dear readers: you are filthy.<br />
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Well, perhaps <a href="http://lolitasclassics.blogspot.se/2010/11/strong-white-man-vs-rest.html">The Strong White Man vs. The Rest</a> might qualify. I was pretty brutal in my sarcasm with that blog post, and those who didn't get that... probably thought that I would enlist with the KKK any moment now. I think it was after that post I put up Groucho excaliming "Warning! Sarcastic bitch blogging" at the top of this site, for those who thought this was a genuine article:<br />
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I recommend to any one going the Cinema Studies route to throw yourself at a colonialism class when the opportunity arises. You may get sick to the stomach, but it's fascinating and important.<br />
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I'm surprised any piece of this blog is successful, if it is. But I enjoyed the reactionson Lars von Trier's Cannes fiasco (or rather, Cannes' fiasco of banning someone who just didn't express his sarcasm clear due to language difficulties) in the comment section to my post <a href="http://lolitasclassics.blogspot.se/2011/05/i-understand-hitler-i-do.html">"I understand Hitler, I do"</a>. Come on, it's one of our greatest modern auteurs. Let him be a little clumsy...<br />
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<a href="http://lolitasclassics.blogspot.se/2010/05/boney-m-rasputin-1978.html">Boney M. - Rasputin (1978)</a>. I am sad that so few people see the value of teaching history with the help of disco. Too further prove my point, here is the absolute, true, historically correct story of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ma_Barker">Ma Barker</a>:<br />
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If one takes pride in exaltation without limit, slightly bad English and inexplicable amounts of bold text (don't ask me... I guess I thought it was a good idea at the time for those who only want to read little snippets of a text): <i><a href="http://lolitasclassics.blogspot.se/2009/08/inglourious-basterds-2009.html">Inglourious Basterds</a></i><a href="http://lolitasclassics.blogspot.se/2009/08/inglourious-basterds-2009.html"> (2009)</a>. There's a lot of (perhaps too much) love and nerdiness there. I would love to feel that rush I had when I wrote that piece again. Without the help of cocaine, that is. (But one should never underestimate substance abuse.)<br />
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I nominate the following seven bloggers. Let your cinematic slime swirl to the surface so that it, once again, can see the light!<br />
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David C. - <a href="http://minniesboys.blogspot.se/"><i>The Marx Brothers</i></a><br />
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Matthew Coniam - <i><a href="http://marxcouncil.blogspot.se/">The Marx Brothers Council of Britain</a></i><br />
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Dymon Enlow - <i><a href="http://happyotter666.blogspot.se/">Happyotter</a></i><br />
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Kate Gabrielle - <i><a href="http://silentsandtalkies.blogspot.se/">Silents and Talkies</a></i><br />
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Millie - <a href="http://classicforever.blogspot.se/">ClassicForever</a><br />
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<i><a href="http://silentstanzas.blogspot.se/">Flapper Flickers + Silent Stanzas</a></i><br />
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<i><a href="http://postelectrocution.blogspot.se/">Particular Girl</a></i>Lolita of the Classicshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03596876234508882958noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575280877085021446.post-89710749302003375322012-09-09T12:05:00.001+02:002012-09-09T12:05:18.334+02:00Weekend Fun: No. 36No, I don't think you should have any fun this weekend. Or, if you didn't see this before you went out partying yesterday (because I didn't post it until now, but that's no excuse): Enjoy your hangover! Wuahahaha.<br />
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I have a cold. Makes me malicious. I may write something about how Sweden sucked a an Olympic team in <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0030522/">Olympia</a></i> (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0726166/">Leni Riefenstahl</a>, 1938) in the next few days. But maybe I won't. Now, coffeeeee! And teeeeea! And heroiiiiiiine!<br />
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Lolita of the Classicshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03596876234508882958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575280877085021446.post-43103353913843038522012-09-01T01:00:00.000+02:002012-09-02T16:19:26.029+02:00Weekend Fun: No. 35<br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dustin_Hoffman">Dustin Hoffman</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laurence_Olivier">Laurence Olivier</a> on the set of <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0074860/">The Marathon Man</a></i> (John Schlesinger, 1976).</div>
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Redford">Robert Redford</a> and Dustin Hoffman on the set of <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0074119/">All the President's Men</a></i> (Alan J. Pakula, 1976).<br />
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It looks like Dustin Hoffman had some severe facial tics in the 1970's. Does anyone know if he still has this problem? Poor guy...<br />
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Here's a fun article on why <i>All the President's Men</i> wasn't filmed in the offices of <i>The Washington Post</i>, where Redford's and Hoffman's characters work as reporters. Apparently Redford and <i>The Washington Post</i> has different accounts as to the reason of the locale...<br />
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The first paragraph of the wonderfully named article <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2011/03/04/AR2011030405693.html">"When Robert Redford and Dustin Hoffman behaved like groupies"</a> by Judith Martin (Washington Post, Friday March 4, 2011):<br />
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<br />Lolita of the Classicshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03596876234508882958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575280877085021446.post-12521597700890551752012-08-25T01:00:00.001+02:002012-08-25T01:00:02.518+02:00Weekend Fun: No. 34<br />
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Johnny Depp is not particularly happy with Ricky Gervais' behavior hosting the 2011 Golden Globe Awards, and seeks to vent his spleen once and for all. Oh, snap!<br />
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<li><a href="http://youtu.be/K256zYBqugg">Ricky Gervais hosting the 2011 Golden Globe Awards - Best Of</a> (Gervais trashing the Johnny Depp film <i>The Tourist</i> begins at about 00:47)</li>
<li><a href="http://youtu.be/fLJALnoFQMU">Johnny Depp about Ricky Gervais at the 2011 Golden Globe Awards</a></li>
<li><a href="http://youtu.be/SW9UHqgxUdc">Ricky Gervais introducing Johnny Depp at the 2012 Golden Globe Awards</a></li>
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Lolita of the Classicshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03596876234508882958noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575280877085021446.post-57564331468018171382012-08-18T01:00:00.000+02:002012-08-18T01:00:04.282+02:00Weekend Fun: No. 33<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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From <i><a href="http://awesomepeoplehangingouttogether.com/">Awesome People Hanging Out Together</a></i>.</div>
Lolita of the Classicshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03596876234508882958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575280877085021446.post-48649159883098937822012-08-11T10:33:00.000+02:002012-08-11T10:33:00.265+02:00Weekend Fun: No. 32<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I can't give credit to where the hell I nicked this comic strip, since I just found it in an old map on my computer named "lulz". But yeah. Can't stop laughing.<br /><br />Please not that this is poking fun at racists and misogynists, and is not meant to be either racist or misogynistic. Please also note that the Holocaust was awful and that 9/11 is no laughing matter. Unless you are<i> really</i> funny.Lolita of the Classicshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03596876234508882958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575280877085021446.post-34049576779961988682012-08-09T15:49:00.001+02:002012-08-10T13:28:06.231+02:00Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar...<br />
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I sincerely hope that all you classic movie geeks out there have visited the Basil Rathbone blog, <i><a href="http://thegreatbaz.wordpress.com/">The Baz</a></i>. If you haven't, check it out immediately. That's an order. Well, it's at least a recommendation that you should all be thankful for me to share with you. Aiight?<br />
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Being absolutely crazy about Basil Rathbone myself, the total dedication and devotion from Neve R is heart warming. But the best thing about Neve and her Rathbone work is her humor. Because, as one in all honesty has to admit... not everything in Basil Rathbone's repertoire is brilliant. More often than you would wish, Basil is the creamy toffee in the middle of a lollipop made of cow excrement.<br />
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I just read Neve's post on the strange, homoerotic, next-to-impossible-to-locate-any-damn-copy-of <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0033861/">The Mad Doctor</a></i> (Tim Whelan, 1941), and I was very amused. It's a clever little analysis, focusing on the, well... gayness of it all. You can't deny the meaning of the classic fallic symbol: the cigar. Read the blog post and watch the screenshots yourself, over here: <a href="http://thegreatbaz.wordpress.com/2012/07/20/the-mad-doctor-redux/">"The Mad Doctor (Redux)"</a><br />
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And if you want to get an idea of just how pathetically nerdy I am, I will confess something to you. It's not like I have any pride anyway.<br />
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I found this YouTube clip,<strike> created and uploaded by Neve. If I understood it correctly, it was her contribution to some kind of bromance contest. (How lovely doesn't that sound, by the way?)</strike> And here's my confession: It gave me goosebumps, and I even shed a few salty tears into my weak, cold cup of coffee. I <i>love</i> Basil Rathbone. Really nice work<strike>, Neve</strike>. The pace is perfect, the film clips wisely chosen. If you can make even one weird, crazy film nerd moved to tears with a cliché song like "You're My Best Friend", you've succeeded!<br />
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<i>Update: Yeah, I totally misunderstood. Neve just led me to find this lovely work of art. Love her anyway, though. Haha.</i><br />
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Writing this, I just realized that Eli Wallach is <i>still alive</i>. At least according to <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0908919/">IMDb</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eli_Wallach">Wikipedia</a>. The guy is like a century old! When he was born Abraham Lincoln was still just a twinkle in his father's eye, and Europe had not yet converted to Christianity. He's like <i>that old!</i><br />
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So I watched <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0060196/">The Good, the Bad and the Ugly</a></i> (<i>Il buono, il brutto, il cattivo.</i>, 1966) with my beau yesterday, and it's as amazingly fudging awesome as ever. The obligatory goose bumps all over my arms when I heard the first tunes of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9_h8XwP4Wg">"Ecstacy of Gold"</a> teasing in the far background of the soundtrack, where of course present.<br />
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But I actually just wanted to share one tiny little observation with you all: If you are really,<i> really</i> perceptive... you might just spot a few women in this film! I know, it sounds totally ridiculous and unnecessary. But I can, off the top of my head, mention a total of<i> three</i> women that I managed to spot. Chronologically, here they are:<br />
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In the very beginning, there is the wife and mother of a family. Remember her? She does of course not have any lines of dialogue. That's not necessary for putting the food on the table, is it? Apart from feeding her husband and the strange visitor, she faints when family is suddenly decimated.<br />
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The Bad One, Angel Eyes, needs to extract some information from... some woman. The only way to get that stupid bitch to talk is, of course, to beat her up a bit. It's her own fault, really - not being clever enough to sell out her lover <i>before</i> getting physically abused. Duh.<br />
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<b>Look! Her character has a name. And <u>several</u> lines.</b><br />
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Maria: Is that you Bill? Bill!<br />
Angel Eyes: Go on talking about Bill Carson.<br />
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The Ugly, Tuco, and his men are looking for The Good One ("Bloooondiiiiieeeee!!!"), and a woman <i>dares</i> to speak up when a man is pressed for information:<br />
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And of course, she had no clue about anything. The man with a gun in his face <i>did</i> have information. Stupid old hen, indeed.<br />
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Now, don't get angry with me. I realize that women were pretty much either breeding stock or prostitutes in the Wild West era, and to portray that society as egalitarian would be revisionism. But I don't really buy that there was only one woman in each village either, and that <i>all </i>women were peripheral in their existence.<br />
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And YES, I can watch these kinds of films as entertainment only, and I do. I don't need to analyze everything, especially not something as tiring as the portrayal of women in classical movies. But why is it a tiresome subject? Because it's such an obvious issue! You can not NOT notice the skewed gender roles in popular culture. But I'll leave it for now. Cheers, darlings of mine.<br />
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The theatrical trailer, where <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001812/">Lee Van Cleef</a> is branded ugly. That's kind of mean.*<br />
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A favorite from the web comic <i><a href="http://www.smbc-comics.com/">Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal</a></i>.Lolita of the Classicshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03596876234508882958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575280877085021446.post-39486756856314386822012-07-31T13:58:00.000+02:002012-07-31T13:58:08.935+02:00Quick comment on The Dark Knight Rises<br />
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Watch it!!<br /><br />Want me to be a little bit more articulate? Well, okay. Just let me sip my coffee for a while first.<br />
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<br />So, I went to watch the new Batman movie after having spent five crazy hours riding roller coasters. At the very least the movie was entertaining. Visually impressing. Special effects were great. Yadda-yadda. I have nothing to add there. Therefore I won't analyze the film, but I'm just going to bring up the few things that made an impression on me. Because let's face it: the expectations were sky high as usual, and mostly Nolan and his ensemble managed to match them. Quite expectantly.<br />
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I love the superhero trend that makes the superheroes not superheroes. Who can't identify with Bruce Wayne? Filthy rich, great political and financial influence, handsome, fit, saves the world... has a British butler... Okay, I give up on that train of thought. What I mean is that he doesn't fly or shoot spider web out of his hands. Wait, he does fly nowadays... Fuck. He gets his ass kicked by the villain, that's what I'm trying to get at. That's refreshing. (Cinema studies at university level, thank you!)<br />
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I may be a little wishful here, but I've decided that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christopher_nolan">Nolan</a> is a history geek. And I like that. There is one Storming of the Bastille-scene that convinced me that people would find history much more exciting if Robespierre had only been a Darth-Vader-mask-wearing broiler. See below. (And here's<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_storming_of_the_Bastille"> a link to Wikipedia</a> for my American readers.)<br />
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And lastly - <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anne_hathaway">Anne Hathaway</a>. I despised that woman before.<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0247638/"> Too cute, too much forced likability</a>. Now I think she's amazing. Damn! Nice to see a strong female character that isn't through-and-through EVIL. Okay, she's still a sex symbol. But so is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christian_bale">Christian Bale</a>. Doesn't that mean that our society is equal, when we objectify men too...?<br />
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That's enough for today. My brain is still vacation jelly. I'll deal more seriously with movies later. Maybe. Until then, decide whether or not you're a feminist; if you drool more over Christian Bale than Anne Hathaway, you probably are! According to my definition, and that's the one that counts.<br />
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<i>"In Soviet Russia, our dogs have twice as many heads as they do in the Capitalist West!"</i></div>
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Funny thing! Russians experimenting with dogs! I wonder what the reasoning was.<br />
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"Hmm, those Americans are winning this sciency spacey race-thingy... What to do, what to do...? Da, of course! We take a puppy head and put it on another doggy, and then we have a pet than can carry a newspaper in one mouth and a pair of slippers in the other! Na zdorovye, comrades!"<br />
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The Soviet scientist behind this and similar experiments was <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sergei_Brukhonenko">Sergei Brukhonenko</a>. The following film is perhaps not for the faint of heart, but hugely fascinating for people with morbid interests like me. It's called <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0496948/">Experiments in the Revival of Organisms</a></i> (D.I. Yashin, 1940) and it's in public domain. The version below has English narration.<br />
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Of course, these kinds of experiments were executed mostly for propaganda reasons, showing Big Brother of the West how high tech the Dr. Frankensteins of Vodka County were. The dogs didn't live for long, and the reactions on external stimuli of the separated head are mostly reflexes. But yeah. Give me your opinions.<br />
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<br />Lolita of the Classicshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03596876234508882958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575280877085021446.post-87075677589781138312012-07-24T13:57:00.002+02:002012-07-24T13:57:38.956+02:00Happy Birthday, Amelia EarhartAs one can see from Google's search page, it's aviatrix <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amelia_Earhart">Amelia Earhart</a>'s birthday (b. July 24 1897). Really cool lady. She disappeared over the Pacific Ocean in 1937, probably because of that guy she flew with (Fred Noonan) who chose to navigate after the stars. Kind of difficult when it's cloudy. But read the Wikipedia page for more accurate details concerning her disappearance. Or better yet, listen to the awesome podcast <i><a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/stuff-you-missed-in-history/id283605519">Stuff You Missed in History Class</a></i> from <a href="http://www.howstuffworks.com/">HowStuffWorks</a>. The episode I'm referring to was posted July 16th. Go listen to it!<br />
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Marlene Dietrich and Amelia Earhart.</div>
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Sophia Loren is watchful. Jayne Mansfield's... delights... are about to escape and devour her, any minute now.Lolita of the Classicshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03596876234508882958noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575280877085021446.post-28498752633366982422012-07-17T14:26:00.001+02:002012-07-17T14:31:48.499+02:00Weekend Fun: No. 28<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Two worlds collide: Groucho Marx and Jack Nicholson hanging out together.</div>
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Well, I was kind of lazy this weekend. But since it (in Sweden anyway) rains cats and dogs and I slept to 2 PM, I consider it still a weekend. Feels like a hung over Sunday, <a href="http://youtu.be/HG-aMdJVtUw">know what I mean? Nudge, nudge! Know what I mean!?</a> (Inkipinkie, klikken and knipogen, etc... Nice subtitled version I found.)</div>
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From <i><a href="http://awesomepeoplehangingouttogether.tumblr.com/">Awesome People Hanging Out Together</a></i>.</div>Lolita of the Classicshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03596876234508882958noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575280877085021446.post-5681153427185744282012-07-09T08:56:00.000+02:002012-07-09T09:00:35.959+02:00How to quit smoking when I love Hollywood so much?!Don't worry, it's not for health reasons that I am trying to quit smoking; It's a damn expensive habit. Even though it makes me feel cool, I'd rather spend my money on clothes and make-up. You know, like a real woman. <a href="http://youtu.be/g032MPrSjFA">It's a girl thing</a>.<br />
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But this interest of mine really doesn't help. I'm sitting here with my morning cup of coffee, trying to distract myself from the nicotine cravings that makes my whole body itch... by looking through a map of celebrity photos. Not wise at all:<br />
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Basil Rathbone does it.<br />
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Betty Compson does it.<br />
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Buster Keaton does it.<br />
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Audrey Hepburn does it while having her hair fixed.<br />
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Audrey Hepburn does it again, accompanied by Dean Martin. And it makes her feel carefree and happy.<br />
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Maggie Gyllenhaal does it before she even puts on any clothes.<br />
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Drew Barrymore does it before she even gets out of bed.<br />
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Fritz Lang does it with a monocle.<br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G%C3%B6sta_Ekman_(senior)">Gösta Ekman</a> does it before snorting cocaine.<br />
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Isabella Rossellini does after slaying some zebras.<br />
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Mae West does before <i>and</i> after an enema.<br />
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Sigourney Weaver does it before slaying aliens.<br />
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It's perfectly clear. All cool people smoke at all times. They can't imagine a time when it's not cool to inhale the poisonous fumes of a Camel, Marlboro or a Lucky Strike. And I shouldn't have a cigarette to my morning coffee?! Even the dog in my previous post has a puff on the cancer stick! Strength, give me <i>strength</i>...<br />
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I have no strength.<br />
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This is my struggle, two hours into a day without a pack of cigarettes.Lolita of the Classicshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03596876234508882958noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575280877085021446.post-44184872005212584012012-07-07T14:16:00.000+02:002012-07-07T14:21:05.990+02:00Weekend Fun: No 27<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Every now and then you need a smoking dog with hat and glasses!*<br />
Presumably from 1923.<br />
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*Weekend Fun is my mission to at least post<i> something </i>funny once a week. To get me started with the blog again, you know? And what's more fun than the mistreatment of animals?Lolita of the Classicshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03596876234508882958noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575280877085021446.post-49729090104675970692012-07-05T15:37:00.001+02:002012-07-06T12:12:06.920+02:00Uhm... hello.It's depressing to think about how long it was since my last blog entry. But perhaps we can ignore that <i>teeny tiny</i> little detail and pretend like everything's normal, mmm'kay?<br />
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I'll try to whip this dead horse alive again. I think I need it. I <i>know</i> the world needs it.<br />
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This blog may not be as strictly about classic films as it used to be. It may consist more of narcissistic rants about how society is too stupid to realize that I am The Almighty Lolita of the Classics! - nowadays a divorced 24 year old steaming pile of shit that can't even hold down a job as a hotel maid. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York_v._Strauss-Kahn">Not even Dominique Strauss-Kahn wants me</a>.<br />
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Juuust kiddin'! I'm not that down in the gutter. I'm awesome. Just a little... out of sync. With everything and everyone.<br />
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This time it's personal. This blog will keep me sane while I, for the umptyfifth time, sit at home looking for a job and wonder how the hell I will be able to afford my rent, my booze and my Virginia Slims. It won't be pretty. But it will satisfy your deep down, dark, hidden desires to gloat at other people's misery.<br />
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Nah, kiddin' again. I'll try to be pleasant. And those who know me also know that I am at least trying, though not always succeeding.<br />
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I am now a resident of Greta Garbo's home town. Also the home of our Whore King. (Seriously, not my invention: <a href="http://www.affarsvarlden.se/incoming/article3493629.ece/REPRESENTATIONS/w468/kungamynt-468.jpg">false 1 SEK coins</a> are now circulating in my beloved country of the North. Instead of the text "The King of Sweden" on it, there is the phrase "Our Whore/Adulterer of a King". So funny. But silly. A king should sleep with whomever he wants, whenever he wants. The same goes for the queen. And if the people don't approve: let's do away with the damn monarchy then. Yes, this was a long and pointless parenthesis. Sorry about that.)<br />
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So I live in Stockholm now. Guess that was what I was trying to say. Uhm... yeah. I'll be back with some exciting stories. Or movie reviews. Or narcissistic rants.<br />
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Hey ho, let's go!<br />
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(Does anyone know how to get rid of those annoying advertisements that appear as links in my blog post? I feel violated.)<br />
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Update: I'm a computer whiz. Got rid of the ads. Ain't sellin' my soul over 'ere!Lolita of the Classicshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03596876234508882958noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575280877085021446.post-12868189628214139072011-06-10T10:08:00.000+02:002011-06-10T10:08:13.387+02:00Werner Herzog reads Curious George<blockquote><i>"And vat does ze fat man get for his troubles?<br />
Nothing but a broken jaw and to be laughed at by mousies."</i></blockquote><br />
If Germany ever produced something reminiscent of brilliance, it is this. Forget Fritz Lang, Ernst Lubitsch and the other guys: <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001348/">Werner Herzog</a> reads Curious George.<br />
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Okay, it's not really Herzog reading. But it could be. A dark and existentialist update of a children's classic.<br />
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<i>[Warning: I was so eager to get this blog post out there that I haven't reeaally checked all sources. Do it yourself if you don't believe me. But believe everything I say, my Messiah complex tells me that I am indeed correct.]</i><br />
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I was going to trash the fourth <i>Pirates of the Caribbean</i> film to pieces (I won't even link to its IMDb page), but it's not really necessary. It's shit. I will make a one-sentence-review: <b>The mermaids were cool and should have been a short film on it's own, while the rest was tired recycled-predictable-once-successful bullshit.</b> Don't see it. Don't give Disney the money. Don't let Johnny Depp disappoint you this way any more. And don't f*cking watch 3D movies, it's shit.<br />
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Now to the real subject of this blog post. It does not seem to have hit the international news yet (but the Swedish, so use Google Translate on <a href="http://www.dn.se/kultur-noje/film-tv/bergmanstiftelsen-chockade-over-beskedet">this article</a> if you're obsessed), but apparently... <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000005/">Ingmar Bergman</a>'s mother was not his biological mother! He was a bastard!<br />
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At least according to a DNA analysis. Well, I can't argue with science, can I? No, but I can argue with the sources of the DNA samples, which were <i>two stamps that Bergman <u>may</u> have licked in the 1950's</i>. And the world is flat, because it looks that way.<br />
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But - so what if he was a bastard child? Unfortunate for him, in that case, since he had to grow up in a strict and mentally disturbed pastor family without really having to. BUT. Artists go nuts, totally bananas. They think we will have to reinterpret all Bergman's films now, since most of his films had strong ties to his personal life and his upbringing.<br />
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I don't think that's necessary. I will explain why, referring to that Swedish news article that you can't read. The reporter has contacted a<i> scholar</i> (oh yeah, a <i>scholar</i>) called Jan Holmberg, and asked him how the these news about Bergman's biological heritage is going to affect the director's creations.<br />
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<blockquote>- I would say nothing. But I am not very naive. When it comes to Swedish artists such as Bergman, one is interested in his works mostly from a biographical perspective. He has repeatedly said that childhood is the key to his artistry," says Jan Holmberg.</blockquote><br />
<blockquote>On the other hand, Jan Holmberg thinks that researchers, critics and journalists have been somewhat uncritical when it comes to the analysis of Bergman's films.</blockquote><br />
<blockquote>- You should remember that Bergman was amazingly good at convincing. He was also terribly sneaky. Just because Bergman said that something was in a certain way, it need not necessarily mean that it was like that," said Jan Holmberg.</blockquote><br />
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And, of course, Bergman was not aware that his mother wasn't his biological mother (if she wasn't, but she probably was), so how the hell could that affect his work?<br />
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But then again, as an arguing friend of mine teased me with: he may have KNOWN, but didn't TELL...<br />
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I had to argue that Bergman was a narcissist and liked to share his private life. He would have let us know about it. Then again, probably not truthfully. He liked to spice up the stories of his life, add a few "dämons" and canted camera angles. (He did not say "demons" like normal people, he had "dämons". Then again, he was far too different from ordinary people to have ordinary demons.) But he would NOT have kept quite about being a bastard child, it would have been too good and scandalous story at the time and the context of a strictly religious home.<br />
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So if anyone thinks that these news are a reason to revalue all of Bergman's films, that person is no better than the idiot that thought Hitchcock was adding poop and rectums in all his film. (<a href="http://lolitasclassics.blogspot.com/2011/01/hitchcocks-fascination-with-fecal.html">Read another blog post of mine</a>.)<br />
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Article in New York Times:<br />
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Entire press conference:<br />
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Update: Just heard an interview with Lars von Trier after he had been banned from Cannes: "Oh, so you heard that I have become a persona non grata? Yeah, my parents would be proud of me..."Lolita of the Classicshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03596876234508882958noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575280877085021446.post-84292774247860384632011-05-17T07:57:00.002+02:002011-05-17T07:58:20.357+02:00Ranking List of Woody Allen's Movies (Not By Me)I thought it was a fun idea, and I'm busy with my essay. So eat it up.<br />
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I'm so hyped! There is no secret that I adore the deeply disturbed Danish doomsday-filmmaker (alliteration for the win) <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001885/">Lars von Trier</a>, so <i>of course</i> I look forward to his next film <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1527186/">Melancholia</a> </i>(2011). But there is more!<br />
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The latest edition of the Swedish movie magazine Cinema just arrived to a thankful Lolita, and isn't there one of those strange, surreal interviews with Lars von Trier about his latest film in it? Of course there is! There is a reason for my strange blog title, so listen up: The film <i>Melancholia</i> is inspired by <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0032904/">The Philadelphia Story</a> </i>(1940).<br />
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I will repeat that. In this interview Lars von Trier says that his latest film, the one that succeeds <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0870984/">Antichrist</a></i> (the film with a stillborn deer, an evil fox that proclaims "Chaos REIGNS" and Willem Defoe ejaculating blood), is inspired by the <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000026/">Cary Grant</a>/<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000031/">Katharine Hepburn</a>/<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000071/">James Stewart</a> screwball comedy <i>The Philadelphia Story</i>. Suck on that!<br />
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So if you can imagine the hilarious wedding chaos of Tracy Lord with a planet ten times bigger than Earth that soon will collide with our dear Tellus, you seem to have gotten the gist of <i>Melancholia</i>. This sounds so awesome that I don't know what to do of myself. I think I will jump off the balcony and try to fly away with anticipation. (No, I haven't taken any drugs that I don't already take regularly. I'm just psyched about this.)<br />
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Now the cast. It's awesome! Surprisingly enough <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000379/">Kirsten Dunst</a> - I have high expectations for her. Do this right, woman! Then we have one of my favorite actresses of this day and age, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001250/">Charlotte Gainsbourg</a> (yep, the daughter of the man that so sexily sings <i><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3Fa4lOQfbA">Je t'aime moi non plus</a></i> with Jane Birkin). She was fantastic in <i>Antichrist</i>, I don't doubt that she will match that performance. Then there is <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000662/">Kiefer Sutherland</a> (another surprise), <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001648/">Charlotte Rampling</a> (yay! a favorite superbitch of mine), <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000457/">John Hurt</a> and scary <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001424/">Udo Kier</a>. (See him in <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0071233/">Blood for Dracula</a></i> from 1974, if you have no self respect. Like me.) Among the Swedish cast we have father and son <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001745/">Stellan Skarsgård</a> and <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0002907/">Alexander Skarsgård</a> - known in great, big, amazing America for the tentacle monster in <i>Pirates of the Caribbean</i> respectively a sexy vampire in the <i>True Blood</i> series. And <a href="http://youtu.be/d2smz_1L2_0">a Lady Gaga video</a>, in which he is called "Alejandro", for some reason. (Crikey, why do I know that?)<br />
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[Lot's of vampire actors/actresses, when I think about it... Kirsten Dunst in <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110148/">Interview with the Vampire</a></i> (1994), Kiefer Sutherland in <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0093437/">The Lost Boys</a></i> (1987), Udo Kier as Count Dracula and Alexander Skarsgård as Eric Northman in <i>True Blood</i>. There is a vampire inflation going on. Be ware. Pull the strings!]<br />
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Now watch the damn trailer. It really is <i>The Philadelphia Story</i> - Lars von Trier style! Sometimes I'm so proud of Scandinavia! *happy sigh* Who wants to buy me movie tickets?<br />
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Note: it's filmed in Trollywood, Sweden. Woo-hoo! (No, Denmark and Sweden are in fact not the same country.)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Just read your blog post for "Melancholia"--nice as always; however, I felt bound to point out that in the Pirates of the Caribbean milieu, Stellan Skarsgaard in fact plays Orlando Bloom's cursed father ("Bootstrap Bill") and not the "tentacle monster" ("Davy Jones") who is played by Bill Nighy. Small faux-pas, probably insignificant, but I thought I would tell you that privately before anyone else did publicly.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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<i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1278340/">Død snø</a></i> aka <i>Dead Snow</i><br />
Director: <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2482088/">Tommy Wirkola</a><br />
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Tagline: <b>Ein! Zwei! Die!</b><br />
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Double April Fools Day on you all! First I make a bad joke about the subject for my essay, then I disappear for more than a month - surprise! I will say only this: I was gone, bin Laden died, and now I'm back again. You may draw your own conclusions. (But please build your conspiracy theories around something Mata Hari like, so I may feel a little flattered.)<br />
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The other day I watched this film <i>Dead Snow</i>, which I had bought on DVD for my brother as a Christmas gift (with accompanying Merry Christmas card with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Goebbels">Joseph Goebbels</a> on it, as is mandatory). I had not seen it, but a film that claims to be <b>"the best Norweigan Nazi-Zombie-splatter film that has ever been made"</b> just has to be good. Not only do I think that <i>Dead Snow</i> is the best Norweigan Nazi-Zombie-splatter film that has ever been made - I suspect that it is the <i>only </i>Norweigan Nazi-Zombie-splatter film that has ever been made. And hopefully it will not spawn an army of cheap copies.<br />
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Just the idea of <i>Dead Snow</i> is pretty mind blowing. I watched the trailer on a pretty wild (read: "lots-of-liquor") party about a year ago, and it is but now that I have been able to still my hunger for it. Now, this <i>is</i> a tongue-in-cheek film, as many zombie films are. But it is unique, oh, it is unique! You may first watch the trailer and get an idea of what we are talking about here. Count the film references - which film are you for instance thinking about when the youngsters open the box with Nazi gold? (I know, quiz for 7-year olds. I just want my readers to feel a little smart once in a while. Altruism for the win.)<br />
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If the plot isn't obvious from the trailer, it is just as simple and cliché as a gang of stupid/horny teenagers getting the brilliant idea to live in a filthy cabin far up in the Norweigan mountains. Of course only one knows how to find the way back to the car/civilization, and he is also the only one with a snowmobile. One girl is supposed to meet up with the others at the cabin, but is viciously hunted down and eaten by (what we suspect is) a Nazi zombie in the very first scene of the film. Of course the guy with the only snowmobile and the only sense of direction goes off to look for her, when the rest of the gang are attacked by... well, a pretty dead, rotten and angry Nazi army that want their Leprechaun gold back.<br />
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Aside from just being a wonderfully entertaining film, perfect to watch with a few cans of beer and a loved one by your side that can alternate between laughter and horror to your privilege (I advise both men and women to use each other in these kind of situations), Dead Snow is also an intelligent parody of the zombie film genre. They don't give a damn about ridiculous plot holes (why would a teenage girl get the idea to walk across the mountains by herself? what is that old man doing in the mountains, and why does he just invite himself into the cabin to tell them the history of the Nazi occupation and that their coffee tastes awful? why would a hot girl want to fuck with a guy taking a shit? and so on), and the blood and gore is wonderfully entertaining.<br />
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One of my favorite scenes is when that Rastafari chick is chased by zombies and manages to hide in a tree, just to have a fucking crow making noises and draw attention to her hiding spot. In desperation she grabs the crow around the neck and bangs it against the tree until it dies. (Haha. Macabre and humorous. I'm sick, I know.) She looks down to see if the zombies have gone. Two uniformed zombies stand still under the tree, looking up on her. There is silence and stillness. The zombies start to climb the tree and the Rastafari chick throws the dead crow at them. It doesn't help.<br />
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Anti-humor is the shit. Watch this film now! And then you can brag about you being so cultural, having seen a Norweigan (or was it Swedish? maybe it was from Switzerland...?) movie, and therefore may get laid if you play your cards right. Thank me for that. My pleasure.<br />
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I am currently writing a 25 page essay in film studies, and I just got the idea to change the subject of it. I first thought about analyzing the female influence on the male characters of <i>The Maltese Falcon</i> from <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0022111/">1931</a> (Roy Del Ruth) and <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0033870/">1941</a> (John Huston), but I have sadly realized that there is already too much written on that subject. Instead, I remembered that I always got unmistakable incestuous vibes from Rick and Ilsa whenever I have watched <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0034583/">Casablanca</a></i> (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0002031/">Michael Curtiz</a>, 1942), and I think that point of view can result in a substantial re-evaluation of the great classic, and a great essay.<br />
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Isn't it weird that Rick and Ilsa seem unreasonably uncomfortable with running into each other? Almost as if there were something else than just a regular heterosexual love affair to be anxious about.<br />
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Haven't we all wondered what Rick <i>really</i> meant with "We'll always have Paris?"<br />
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What we all <i>do</i> know is what Paris was infamous for back in those days. For example, there is one scene in <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0979432/">Boardwalk Empire</a></i> (Terence Winter, 2009-) where Jimmy asks his wife to fellate him, arguing that all women in Paris does it. And <i>Boardwalk Empire</i> takes place in the jolly 1920's - just imagine what happens in Paris 20 years later, in desperate war times.<br />
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I do also believe that the line "Here's a looking at you, kid" is an obvious reference to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leopold_von_Sacher-Masoch">Leopold von Sacher-Masoch</a>'s <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Venus_in_Furs">Venus in Furs</a></i> (publ. 1870), but I may have to check minor details.<br />
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This stance may not be the most popular one, but I do think I have enough evidence on my side to make this essay work. Any ideas?<br />
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Thank you, <a href="http://poohtiger-allgoodthings.blogspot.com/">Monty</a>! His reason for giving me this blog award was that my blog is "awesome!" - and I bet the awesomeness of my blog lies in the fact that I update just seldom enough to lose the interest of my blog readers. Or just that I am awesome. Anyway, thanks again, Monty! Check out his blog, if you have a fetish for classic films.<br />
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I'm supposed to list seven facts about me, and I'll try to pick a few that aren't too obvious. It may be some repetition since I've done this before, but it was such a long, long time ago that I won't bother to check my old answers.<br />
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Then I will pass along this award to seven other bloggers, and let is spread like chlamydia. So here goes:<br />
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<ol><li>Some time between the age of 10, when I was deeply in love with Johnny Depp in <i>Cry-Baby</i> (who wasn't), and the age of 14 when I wanted to sexually assault Chico Marx every time he played the piano, I had a serious fling with $crooge McDuck. I can't find any word for that kind of infatuation, but I think I really was attracted to the idea of him being an older, wiser dude. With lots of money. Anyway, this little trivia brings the is-manga-pornography-debate to another level, I think.</li>
<li>I'm married to the most cynical, intelligent, entertaining (not necessarily haha-funny), non-jealous man that I could find that doesn't want to have kids. Too bad he wasn't rich too, though. But I think that's about to change - he's studying to work at the hospital. My Manolo Blahnik shoes are just around the corner! (That <i>was</i> haha-funny.)</li>
<li>My favorite stand-up comedians are <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9ySCcnoo3c">Bill Hicks</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTduy7Qkvk8">Eddie Izzard</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MeSSwKffj9o">George Carlin</a>, a couple of Swedish guys you won't care me to name and, recently, also <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8wu38Cdj_Ss">Doug Stanhope</a>. Apart from Izzard, I like my men bitter and broken. And of course, the occasional transvestite always liven things up.</li>
<li>I have a thing for taking pictures of dead animals. I don't kill them myself, mind you! But if I run across a dead pigeon that's had its gut ripped apart by crows, I just have to pick up my camera. The whole beauty of death thing, I think. Anyway, my camera is broken now, so I guess Allah was trying to tell me something about my hobbies.</li>
<li>I love<i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0103873/"> Braindead</a></i> (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001392/">Peter Jackson</a>, 1992), and in my humble opinion that was about the last good move Mr. Jackson did in his career. But money makes the world go 'round, and makes artistic souls cry blood.</li>
<li>I'm currently blowing out my brain through my nose. There is nothing as horrible as a bad cold, as any man would say while his wife gives birth.</li>
<li>I am a student and the Department of Cinema Studies at Stockholm University, and it makes me feel awesome.</li>
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</div><div>Now to the nominations! Other stylish bloggers are:</div><div><br />
</div><div>Millie at <a href="http://classicforever.blogspot.com/">classicforever</a></div><br />
Darsh at <a href="http://happyotter666.blogspot.com/">Happyotter</a><br />
Mykal at <a href="http://www.radiationcinema.com/">Radiation Cinema!</a><br />
Avalon76 at <a href="http://silentstanzas.blogspot.com/">Silent Stanzas</a><br />
Jenny the Nipper at <a href="http://cinemaocd.blogspot.com/">Cinema OCD</a><br />
Matthew Coniam at <a href="http://marxcouncil.blogspot.com/">The Marx Brothers Council of Britain</a><br />
Kate Gabrielle at <a href="http://discoveringdirkbogarde.blogspot.com/">Discovering Dirk Bogarde</a><br />
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