Day 30/30
I did it.
I watched Bullet Ballet, every day throughout April. Not sure if that speaks more about the film's quality or my autism, but in any case, this has been quite a ride. I don't necessarily recommend doing this sort of thing since it could potentially ruin your enjoyment of a film, but I guess due to my obsession with this one, the enjoyment stayed pretty consistent. On the other hand, I see that my challenge caught…
If you've followed me here for a while, you probably noticed that I tag films which include vomit. On one hand, this functions as a trigger warning for those who suffer from emetophobia, but it's more of a personal reminder since I'm (for lack of a better word) fascinated by vomit. Whether it's the nonstop flow in Gerorisuto (1986) or the eerie slow-motion shot in Disgraced Heaven (2017), when depicted in film, vomit has a strangely cathartic effect on me.…
Noticeable improvement following Modéen's 1992 portrait doc. For one, the talking heads format provided a lot of personal anecdotes that the previous film lacked in favor of a dry Wikipedia-like approach. Furthermore, the narrator/host this time around had more of a tangible presence by not just appearing on screen with his own sense of humor, but also visiting key locations related to Modéen's career in trying to bring his story to life.
Though again, a film clip compilation coupled with…
As if someone had a sudden school assignment about actor Thor Modéen and just paraphrased his Wikipedia page while shoving in as many film clips as possible to stretch out the runtime. Informative enough for what it was, but still dry and low effort sentimentality that continues to appeal to conservative Youtube commenters clamoring for when "Sweden was still Swedish", whatever that means.
Please excuse me while I go stare into the void for another hour to let this sink in.
(Edit: Karsten can make all the films he want, doesn't mean everyone has to like them though. Also you should read this review, good stuff.)
Guys, Karsten won't give you attention just because you praise his self-indulgent regurgitation of quirky indie humor. If anything, it's just funny that someone who typically demands films to "have a point" would make something this arbitrary and shallow.
Spending thousands of dollars on equipment to hastily throw together a short and send it to…
