Monday, June 20, 2005

the mystery machine

I hate going longer than 4 days between posts, let alone a day or so. I have way too much to write about but haven't had enough time. And now, we are starting prep work on the 4th Annual Asian Film Festival of Dallas (AFFD), watching some films and writing reviews for the upcoming program. The festival is in August, so go check out www.affd.org if you're going to be in the Dallas area that month, and come by and see some of the great stuff lined up. Of course, I can't tell you what that is (yet), nor can I speak about any films I've watched so far...not until after the festival. Then I'll go on and on about them all. For now, I am having to be cautious what I say. Needless, the armload this week will be light, since most of the stuff I've been watching is AFFD-type.

Actually, I can talk about a couple of items that won't be shown at the festival:

-ARAHAN
Wide-eyed rookie cop finds that he's got super-chi and can walk on air, levitate, throw a mighty palm blast and other cool stuff. There's a story about seven masters and a fight for the key to the super-chi realm and lots of acupuncture and nifty jumpin' around, but mostly you'll just watch and enjoy this cool mix of comedy, drama, wire work and CG effects.

-PURPLE BUTTERFLY
Beautifully filmed, near-wordless, and really, really bleak, this tale of Chinese revolutionaries during the pre-WWII era is one of those films where every scene has somebody shooting someone else for "the cause". It tries really hard to be Shanghai Triad, but doesn't quite make it. Of course, that's a pretty high bar to reach for. Still, a really well-made, well-acted film. And it has the Ziyi Zhang, looking all mystery train.

And In Theaters...

-Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Ehhh, it's fun. No big deal. Funny, cute, and not such a bad way to spend a couple hours. Sure, give the two most attractive people in the world eight bucks. You won't feel so bad afterward.

And In CD Players:

-Gorillaz, Demon Days
Awesome, awesome, awesome. A big wet kiss for fans of eclectica.

-The White Stripes, Get Behind Me Satan
Almost awesome. A big warm sonic hug from a man with a marimba.


Okay, that's it. Now I gotta go get all this loose stuff pulled together and see what is too old to blog, what's still fresh, and get the last pile off this desk. I can finally see the fine wood grain.