I love this garage rock version of one of my very favourite songs:
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Living on the Knife Edge of Reality
I'm feeling rather euphoric these days. Part of the reason has to do with the new condo -- I'm getting very excited -- but in general something else is going on, as well...
I feel much more at peace now than at any other time in my life. I look at other people, and especially women, differently. I accept them for their flaws and I try to understand how they feel, how they view the world.
No longer driven by libido (mine has been dialed down a lot), I take a much more leisurely attitude towards women and how I interact with them. I may or may not feel the desire to bone them, but I no longer care enough to obsess about it. Beautiful women are all around me, just as exotic sports cars (ie, "panty-droppers") are. It's enough that I can dream about them, I don't need to possess them. I just take it all in stride.
I recognize that I may not be very good in relationships, and that's fine. I am what I am. I can only do the best with what I've got (or what God gave me, if you're religiously inclined). If a woman is not going to be my romantic partner, perhaps she can be my friend. And for the first time in my life, I am perfectly okay with that.
I have nothing to regret about my life. It's a very good life. I am physically healthy. I am mentally sharp and alert (thanks to multivitamins and Omega-3). I am feeling good (exemplified here). I can loosen my coin purse without feeling guilt or remorse.
And while I've not won awards and accolades, while I've not reached the pinnacle of success in the eyes of others, I feel very good about my achievements. It was not a wasted life -- I learned a lot, and I continue to learn. I have many skills and talents. I've acquired wisdom, much more than I realize, I'm sure.
Even my mortality I am learning to take in stride. At the age of 57, I can see the end coming -- 20 years to dementia is a mere blip in time -- but I feel more philosophical about life. I can't live forever, but I can live now. Fear of the end is my only enemy, and fear can only be dispelled through living well.
And I am living well, despite what others may believe. For far too long, I've measured my life against others, and this is a toxic position to take. The only thing that matters is how I feel about my life. I am doing what I enjoy -- it may not impress you, but I don't need to impress you (another first for me).
To achieve this state of being, I've learned to live on the knife edge of reality. What do I mean by that?
Somehow, I've managed to find myself existing contemporaneously in both "reality" and "fantasy". The two are interchangeable. The life that I could've had with Mary is as "real" as the life I have now. "Experience" is no longer confined to my perception of reality.
It's as if my imagination can take on a life of its own once seeded with a bit of reality. The life that I could've had with her is now a part of who I am.
It is a precarious balance, but oddly enough, I find myself solidly on good footing. My Silver Beast is my Maserati. The women with whom I might've been can be my friends. My new home will be a wonderful refuge (tied to my plasma TV), but I imagine trekking around the globe with nothing more than my credit card. These are all equivalent "realities".
Possibilities are realities. The only reality that counts is the one that you feel the closest affinity to. And I feel affinity to many of them...
I feel much more at peace now than at any other time in my life. I look at other people, and especially women, differently. I accept them for their flaws and I try to understand how they feel, how they view the world.
No longer driven by libido (mine has been dialed down a lot), I take a much more leisurely attitude towards women and how I interact with them. I may or may not feel the desire to bone them, but I no longer care enough to obsess about it. Beautiful women are all around me, just as exotic sports cars (ie, "panty-droppers") are. It's enough that I can dream about them, I don't need to possess them. I just take it all in stride.
I recognize that I may not be very good in relationships, and that's fine. I am what I am. I can only do the best with what I've got (or what God gave me, if you're religiously inclined). If a woman is not going to be my romantic partner, perhaps she can be my friend. And for the first time in my life, I am perfectly okay with that.
I have nothing to regret about my life. It's a very good life. I am physically healthy. I am mentally sharp and alert (thanks to multivitamins and Omega-3). I am feeling good (exemplified here). I can loosen my coin purse without feeling guilt or remorse.
And while I've not won awards and accolades, while I've not reached the pinnacle of success in the eyes of others, I feel very good about my achievements. It was not a wasted life -- I learned a lot, and I continue to learn. I have many skills and talents. I've acquired wisdom, much more than I realize, I'm sure.
Even my mortality I am learning to take in stride. At the age of 57, I can see the end coming -- 20 years to dementia is a mere blip in time -- but I feel more philosophical about life. I can't live forever, but I can live now. Fear of the end is my only enemy, and fear can only be dispelled through living well.
And I am living well, despite what others may believe. For far too long, I've measured my life against others, and this is a toxic position to take. The only thing that matters is how I feel about my life. I am doing what I enjoy -- it may not impress you, but I don't need to impress you (another first for me).
To achieve this state of being, I've learned to live on the knife edge of reality. What do I mean by that?
Somehow, I've managed to find myself existing contemporaneously in both "reality" and "fantasy". The two are interchangeable. The life that I could've had with Mary is as "real" as the life I have now. "Experience" is no longer confined to my perception of reality.
It's as if my imagination can take on a life of its own once seeded with a bit of reality. The life that I could've had with her is now a part of who I am.
It is a precarious balance, but oddly enough, I find myself solidly on good footing. My Silver Beast is my Maserati. The women with whom I might've been can be my friends. My new home will be a wonderful refuge (tied to my plasma TV), but I imagine trekking around the globe with nothing more than my credit card. These are all equivalent "realities".
Possibilities are realities. The only reality that counts is the one that you feel the closest affinity to. And I feel affinity to many of them...
Friday, March 25, 2011
Movie Review: Sucker Punch
We couldn't be further apart...
Rotten Tomatoes give Sucker Punch a dismal 20% rating. However, I think it's one of the Best Movies of the Year.
Today was also my first introduction to Ultra AVX (Audio Video Experience), the rival to IMAX that has just arrived in Canada. Naturally, you pay more for Ultra AVX, $3 more. It's not quite as expensive as IMAX, but I can tell you that, as a Cheap Bastard, I won't be paying for Ultra AVX very often.
The screen is almost as big as IMAX -- wider but not as tall. The Ultra AVX theatre has only reserved seating -- wide, rocker seating. Incredibly comfortable. I selected seat F17, which was just about ideal, although I did have to crane my neck a little bit. To avoid that, you'd have to sit further back, but then the screen wouldn't fill your vision as much.
(Note: Because of reserved seating, I advise you to get to the theatre early. Today, it didn't matter because the theatre was 90% empty.)
As soon as the commercials started playing, I knew I was in for a remarkable cinematic experience. The picture was crisp and sharp and highly detailed. The sound was thunderous, but the bass was tight, not sloppy. The sound stage was excellent. And these were just the ads!
The story is about a young girl -- let's call her Baby Doll -- who is institutionalized in an insane asylum. She has a plan to escape, but she needs the help of her fellow inmates: Sweet Pea, Rocket, Blondie, and Amber. In order to get through her dark experience in the asylum, Baby Doll also has to escape from her mind into fantasy. It is in this fantasy realm that director Zack Synder, who brought you 300 and Watchmen, treats us to spectacular and stunning visuals, the likes of which I have not seen before.
The film reminds me of Inception, with delusions within a delusion. And these delusions are truly wonderful. Great action and fight sequences. Very imaginative art direction. And the girl soldiers are sexy as hell. (You can bet I'll be going to bed tonight with Baby Doll on my mind...)
Zack Snyder's next film is Superman: Man of Steel (2012), and based on his three successes (300, Watchmen, Sucker Punch) I can hardly wait!
In conclusion, Ultra AVX is terrific. I'd say it's as good as IMAX. But because of the cost, I'd reserve Ultra AVX for special movies, movies that promise spectacular visuals and sound.
Sucker Punch is a fabulous movie. I will definitely get the Blu-ray disk when it comes out.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Movie Review: I Saw the Devil
I Saw the Devil is a profile of evil incarnate. This statement doesn't do it justice. The film is a gruesome depiction of the worst excesses of the human mind...
Speaking of worst excesses, I Saw the Devil is the latest from Korea that pulls no punches when it comes to painting horrific images. It's the kind of movie that only Korean filmmakers excel at -- the visual vomit makes Hollywood's most demented creation look like a Saturday morning cartoon.
There was one scene that almost made me throw up, a first for me. And I've seen a LOT of disgusting horror films.
American = Derivative. Japanese = Anime. Korean = Cinematic Depravity.
The story revolves around a school bus driver named Kyung-chul. He's a sexual sadist and a serial killer and a cannibal. At the beginning of the film, he targets the daughter of a retired police chief and fiancée of an elite secret agent name Soo-hyun. In the scene that I referred to above, Kyung-chul takes a meat cleaver and chops her up into pieces like you would find in a butcher shop.
When Soo-hyun (who looks an awful lot like Daniel Dae Kim from Lost and Hawaii Five-O) identifies the killer, he takes his revenge to an epic scale. Who is the monster in the film?
At 2:24 long, this film contains a number of profound plot twists. It's very engaging.
By the way, Min-sik Choi, who plays Kyung-chul, also played the villain in Oldboy and Lady Vengeance, two films that I enjoyed. I'm just guessing, but I think he needs to expand his repertoire before he becomes stereotyped.
Major Thumbs Up. Highly recommended. But I strongly advise you to steel yourself before entering the movie theatre...
And just a minor point: Why am I not having nightmares? What is wrong with me??
Speaking of worst excesses, I Saw the Devil is the latest from Korea that pulls no punches when it comes to painting horrific images. It's the kind of movie that only Korean filmmakers excel at -- the visual vomit makes Hollywood's most demented creation look like a Saturday morning cartoon.
There was one scene that almost made me throw up, a first for me. And I've seen a LOT of disgusting horror films.
American = Derivative. Japanese = Anime. Korean = Cinematic Depravity.
The story revolves around a school bus driver named Kyung-chul. He's a sexual sadist and a serial killer and a cannibal. At the beginning of the film, he targets the daughter of a retired police chief and fiancée of an elite secret agent name Soo-hyun. In the scene that I referred to above, Kyung-chul takes a meat cleaver and chops her up into pieces like you would find in a butcher shop.
When Soo-hyun (who looks an awful lot like Daniel Dae Kim from Lost and Hawaii Five-O) identifies the killer, he takes his revenge to an epic scale. Who is the monster in the film?
At 2:24 long, this film contains a number of profound plot twists. It's very engaging.
By the way, Min-sik Choi, who plays Kyung-chul, also played the villain in Oldboy and Lady Vengeance, two films that I enjoyed. I'm just guessing, but I think he needs to expand his repertoire before he becomes stereotyped.
Major Thumbs Up. Highly recommended. But I strongly advise you to steel yourself before entering the movie theatre...
And just a minor point: Why am I not having nightmares? What is wrong with me??
Monday, February 14, 2011
Another Valentine's Day Message
This video shows a memorable performance from David Boreanaz in Bones. His character, Seeley Booth, has his heart ripped from his chest and soundly stomped. He exquisitely reveals his anguish and anger over having his proposal to Hannah (Katheryn Winnick) rejected. Love really sucks.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Alone
On the eve of Valentine's Day, I thought I'd offer up some thoughts...
What a wretched holiday, celebrating love and pair bonding and procreation when one in three marriages ends in divorce and their family life is irrevocably shattered.
On last evening's Bones, Seeley Booth proposes to Hannah but she turns him down (she's not the "marrying kind"). Profoundly heartbroken and despondent, Booth becomes very cynical and down on the entire female gender. He has now been rejected by three women to whom he gave his heart and soul. (The first gave him a son.)
One sympathizes.
On Dr. Phil, a 35-year-old woman has been preparing an elaborate wedding in anticipation of meeting her soulmate by the Valentine's Day 2011 deadline. (She recently gave up and donated her wedding to a deserving couple.) Like most women, she sought joy and bliss in "marriage" but what she really wanted was a grand wedding.
Talk of soulmates and marital bliss always makes me puke. It's a fantasy that is constantly promulgated in our society, and Valentine's Day is the pinnacle of this manipulative tradition.
Don't accuse me of being a cynic or a pessimist. I am merely offering my observations of the real world. There is nothing wrong with being alone. Indeed, it should be glorified. It is only our annoying genetic predisposition that causes us to fight loneliness. Learn to embrace solitude. Own it. Build a cathedral to it.
In the final analysis, it is all simply a state of mind. And the mind, as we all know, is infinitely malleable...
"I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude."
Henry David Thoreau
"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone."
Orson Welles
"A man can be himself only so long as he is alone."
Arthur Schopenhauer
"All of our unhappiness comes from our inability to be alone."
Jean de la Bruyere
What a wretched holiday, celebrating love and pair bonding and procreation when one in three marriages ends in divorce and their family life is irrevocably shattered.
On last evening's Bones, Seeley Booth proposes to Hannah but she turns him down (she's not the "marrying kind"). Profoundly heartbroken and despondent, Booth becomes very cynical and down on the entire female gender. He has now been rejected by three women to whom he gave his heart and soul. (The first gave him a son.)
One sympathizes.
On Dr. Phil, a 35-year-old woman has been preparing an elaborate wedding in anticipation of meeting her soulmate by the Valentine's Day 2011 deadline. (She recently gave up and donated her wedding to a deserving couple.) Like most women, she sought joy and bliss in "marriage" but what she really wanted was a grand wedding.
Talk of soulmates and marital bliss always makes me puke. It's a fantasy that is constantly promulgated in our society, and Valentine's Day is the pinnacle of this manipulative tradition.
Don't accuse me of being a cynic or a pessimist. I am merely offering my observations of the real world. There is nothing wrong with being alone. Indeed, it should be glorified. It is only our annoying genetic predisposition that causes us to fight loneliness. Learn to embrace solitude. Own it. Build a cathedral to it.
In the final analysis, it is all simply a state of mind. And the mind, as we all know, is infinitely malleable...
"I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude."
Henry David Thoreau
"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone."
Orson Welles
"A man can be himself only so long as he is alone."
Arthur Schopenhauer
"All of our unhappiness comes from our inability to be alone."
Jean de la Bruyere
Sunday, January 16, 2011
2011 is the 60th Anniversary
I am leaving soon, and you will forgive me if I speak bluntly.
The universe grows smaller every day, and the threat of aggression by any group, anywhere, can no longer be tolerated. There must be security for all, or no one is secure.
Now, this does not mean giving up any freedom, except the freedom to act irresponsibly. Your ancestors knew this when they made laws to govern themselves and hired policemen to enforce them. We, of the other planets, have long accepted this principle. We have an organization for the mutual protection of all planets and for the complete elimination of aggression.
The test of any such higher authority is, of course, the police force that supports it. For our policemen, we created a race of robots. Their function is to patrol the planets in spaceships like this one and preserve the peace. In matters of aggression, we have given them absolute power over us. This power cannot be revoked. At the first sign of violence, they act automatically against the aggressor. The penalty for provoking their action is too terrible to risk. The result is, we live in peace, without arms or armies, secure in the knowledge that we are free from aggression and war. Free to pursue more... profitable enterprises.
Now, we do not pretend to have achieved perfection, but we do have a system, and it works. I came here to give you these facts. It is no concern of ours how you run your own planet, but if you threaten to extend your violence, this Earth of yours will be reduced to a burned-out cinder. Your choice is simple: join us and live in peace, or pursue your present course and face obliteration. We shall be waiting for your answer. The decision rests with you.
The original release date was September 28, 1951. I plan to throw a party on that day (it's a Wednesday).
The universe grows smaller every day, and the threat of aggression by any group, anywhere, can no longer be tolerated. There must be security for all, or no one is secure.
Now, this does not mean giving up any freedom, except the freedom to act irresponsibly. Your ancestors knew this when they made laws to govern themselves and hired policemen to enforce them. We, of the other planets, have long accepted this principle. We have an organization for the mutual protection of all planets and for the complete elimination of aggression.
The test of any such higher authority is, of course, the police force that supports it. For our policemen, we created a race of robots. Their function is to patrol the planets in spaceships like this one and preserve the peace. In matters of aggression, we have given them absolute power over us. This power cannot be revoked. At the first sign of violence, they act automatically against the aggressor. The penalty for provoking their action is too terrible to risk. The result is, we live in peace, without arms or armies, secure in the knowledge that we are free from aggression and war. Free to pursue more... profitable enterprises.
Now, we do not pretend to have achieved perfection, but we do have a system, and it works. I came here to give you these facts. It is no concern of ours how you run your own planet, but if you threaten to extend your violence, this Earth of yours will be reduced to a burned-out cinder. Your choice is simple: join us and live in peace, or pursue your present course and face obliteration. We shall be waiting for your answer. The decision rests with you.
The original release date was September 28, 1951. I plan to throw a party on that day (it's a Wednesday).
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Friday, December 24, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Blue Valentine
I love a film that takes you to the edge of melancholy and depression...
After reading these reviews from Rotten Tomatoes, I almost feel like slitting my own wrists...
I can hardly wait to see the movie.
It's very sad but it's so beautiful.
It will keep you thinking - and feeling - about the possibilities for long-term love for days after you've left the cinema.
Wretched and beautiful, devastating and passionate, Blue Valentine evokes every inch of its title's dichotomy.
Emotionally raw, heartbreakingly beautiful and superbly acted.
Pulls no punches in terms of its heavy subject matter and boasts wonderful performances from stars Ryan Gosling and Michelle Williams.
Exquisitely painful to watch.
Assuming one can use the word "enjoy" for what might be the greatest feel-bad movie of the year, I enjoyed BLUE VALENTINE a lot.
After reading these reviews from Rotten Tomatoes, I almost feel like slitting my own wrists...
I can hardly wait to see the movie.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Movie Review: Client-9: The Rise and Fall of Eliot Spitzer
I was anxious to see this film, as I've been fascinated with Eliot Spitzer ever since the sex scandal broke. The film is very good.
It was astonishing to follow this man's political career. He could easily have been the first Jewish President of the United States. His fall from grace was heart-rending.
Spitzer made many high-power enemies during his crusade against Wall Street and the New York legislature. But he was honest enough to say that he didn't blame his enemies for ganging up on him. This mess, he brought upon himself.
The most memorable comment in the film came from one of his former employees. To paraphrase, all he did was have sex in a hotel room. That's it. And for that, he was crucified.
Ironically, Bill Clinton remained extremely popular, even after a woman sucked his cock in the Oval Office. But Spitzer has not been able to shake *his* scandal. (Although, he *does* have an excellent program on CNN called "Parker/Spitzer".)
I have grown to like and admire Eliot Spitzer. Sure, he betrayed his wife. But, cripes, it was only sex!! One of the most natural of human urges and needs. Otherwise, he's a very smart man, a very determined man, who fought against the worst excesses of Wall Street.
I highly recommend this film.
It was astonishing to follow this man's political career. He could easily have been the first Jewish President of the United States. His fall from grace was heart-rending.
Spitzer made many high-power enemies during his crusade against Wall Street and the New York legislature. But he was honest enough to say that he didn't blame his enemies for ganging up on him. This mess, he brought upon himself.
The most memorable comment in the film came from one of his former employees. To paraphrase, all he did was have sex in a hotel room. That's it. And for that, he was crucified.
Ironically, Bill Clinton remained extremely popular, even after a woman sucked his cock in the Oval Office. But Spitzer has not been able to shake *his* scandal. (Although, he *does* have an excellent program on CNN called "Parker/Spitzer".)
I have grown to like and admire Eliot Spitzer. Sure, he betrayed his wife. But, cripes, it was only sex!! One of the most natural of human urges and needs. Otherwise, he's a very smart man, a very determined man, who fought against the worst excesses of Wall Street.
I highly recommend this film.
WikiLeaks
The whole world seems to be focussed on shutting down WikiLeaks and persecuting Julian Assange. I'm going to give you my two cents' worth, and you're not going to like it...
I think we should leave Assange alone. He did nothing "wrong". Even though I disagree with what he did, I support his right to do it. After all, we live in the digital age where information can be disseminated around the globe at the speed of light. We need to understand and appreciate this.
All information is fair game, WITHOUT EXCEPTION. This applies to ALL platforms on the Web, including Facebook, Twitter, Craig's List, WikiLeaks, and the like.
If you care about your privacy, about your confidentiality, then take the necessary steps to safeguard your information. This applies to you and me. And this applies to the United States of America.
The United States foolishly made their information accessible by nearly a million people. Did they really think they could prevent information from leaking?
And once the information was leaked, why should anybody in the digital universe assume any responsibility to keep that information private? In the digital age, all information is fair game. When it comes to privacy, the responsibility ultimately rests with YOU, the information's owner. Don't look to anyone else as a scapegoat. Don't try to censor the Web. Don't try to bully the Web into digital decency and morality.
The Internet is amoral and agnostic, as it should be. There is no right or wrong on the Internet. There is no cultural context, esp. given that countries as disparate as Iran, China, and Japan are connected. There is only information, and freedom of information. There is only communication, and freedom of communication. And anybody who tries to keep a lid on all of this is himself in the wrong. (I'm look at you, China and USA.)
The Internet has value because it is free and open. Anybody can post anything he wants, including child porn, terrorist propaganda, classified information, snuff films, etc. We don't have to like it, but we have to respect the freedom and openness of the Web.
I think we should leave Assange alone. He did nothing "wrong". Even though I disagree with what he did, I support his right to do it. After all, we live in the digital age where information can be disseminated around the globe at the speed of light. We need to understand and appreciate this.
All information is fair game, WITHOUT EXCEPTION. This applies to ALL platforms on the Web, including Facebook, Twitter, Craig's List, WikiLeaks, and the like.
If you care about your privacy, about your confidentiality, then take the necessary steps to safeguard your information. This applies to you and me. And this applies to the United States of America.
The United States foolishly made their information accessible by nearly a million people. Did they really think they could prevent information from leaking?
And once the information was leaked, why should anybody in the digital universe assume any responsibility to keep that information private? In the digital age, all information is fair game. When it comes to privacy, the responsibility ultimately rests with YOU, the information's owner. Don't look to anyone else as a scapegoat. Don't try to censor the Web. Don't try to bully the Web into digital decency and morality.
The Internet is amoral and agnostic, as it should be. There is no right or wrong on the Internet. There is no cultural context, esp. given that countries as disparate as Iran, China, and Japan are connected. There is only information, and freedom of information. There is only communication, and freedom of communication. And anybody who tries to keep a lid on all of this is himself in the wrong. (I'm look at you, China and USA.)
The Internet has value because it is free and open. Anybody can post anything he wants, including child porn, terrorist propaganda, classified information, snuff films, etc. We don't have to like it, but we have to respect the freedom and openness of the Web.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Wistful Thoughts
When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
- Yeats
Friday, November 19, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
Movie Review: The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest
This afternoon, I saw the third film in the Dragon Tattoo trilogy, The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest. (The first two films were The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and The Girl Who Played with Fire.) Despite the rotten rating at Rotten Tomatoes, I thought it was very good, a nice, fitting way to complete the trilogy.
Lisbeth Salander is about to stand trial for the attempted murder of her father, Alexander Zalachenko, the war criminal that a covert organization within the Swedish government is hiding. Mikael Blomqvist, the journalist and publisher of the shit-disturbing magazine Millennium, tries to help Lisbeth, but amidst the conspiracy to cover up the truth, he and his magazine, including his partner and staff, are in deadly jeopardy.
Meanwhile, the blonde tank, Niedermann, is on the run, wreaking havoc wherever he goes, killing two police officers and various innocent bystanders, and trying to finish off Lisbeth. In the course of the trial, the sonovabitch Dr. Teleborian is lying through his teeth to have Lisbeth committed for life, calling her a dangerous schizophrenic. But Teleborian will get his dues in the end.
At two and a half hours long, I was surprised to find myself so engaged that I didn't need to take a bathroom break. The ending nicely ties up all the loose ends, and I have to conclude that this is probably the best cinematic trilogy I have ever seen. (Actually, Yoji Yamada's samurai trilogy is the best, but this one is the best in terms of having a continuous storyline.)
Highly, highly recommended. (It goes without saying that you have to watch the entire trilogy.)
Lisbeth Salander is about to stand trial for the attempted murder of her father, Alexander Zalachenko, the war criminal that a covert organization within the Swedish government is hiding. Mikael Blomqvist, the journalist and publisher of the shit-disturbing magazine Millennium, tries to help Lisbeth, but amidst the conspiracy to cover up the truth, he and his magazine, including his partner and staff, are in deadly jeopardy.
Meanwhile, the blonde tank, Niedermann, is on the run, wreaking havoc wherever he goes, killing two police officers and various innocent bystanders, and trying to finish off Lisbeth. In the course of the trial, the sonovabitch Dr. Teleborian is lying through his teeth to have Lisbeth committed for life, calling her a dangerous schizophrenic. But Teleborian will get his dues in the end.
At two and a half hours long, I was surprised to find myself so engaged that I didn't need to take a bathroom break. The ending nicely ties up all the loose ends, and I have to conclude that this is probably the best cinematic trilogy I have ever seen. (Actually, Yoji Yamada's samurai trilogy is the best, but this one is the best in terms of having a continuous storyline.)
Highly, highly recommended. (It goes without saying that you have to watch the entire trilogy.)
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