starring sir ben kingsley and jennifer connelly
dreamworks pictures
every once in a while its nice to see a real movie. one made by adults, for adults.
and once youre done with porn its nice to see a drama.
yesterday i took the 2 Sunset to the arclight theatres and paid my $11 at 4pm and saw the house of sand and fog, which is a slow, beautiful, delightful drama starring sksmith whose stage name is jennifer connelly.
sk acted wonderfully. sir ben acted incredibly. the woman who played sir bens wife was brilliant. it was all very believable and dramatic and the way movies should be.
two things made this movie great and i will tell you without ruining it for you.
the writing was airtight. by writing i dont mean delicious dialogue, i mean plot and storytelling. there arent any breathtakingly speeches, just normal conversations that happen in real life based around a swirling tale that could happen to anyone.
even you.
even me.
the plot, people. thats what movies should be about.
that and cinematography, and this film had the master of cinematography: Roger Deakins who did such good-looking films as o brother where art thou, a beautiful mind, the big lebowski, fargo, barton fink, sid and nancy, and the shawshank redemption.
afterwards i walked through hollywood in a great mood.
a wonderful mood.
thats what good movies are supposed to do for you.
in the greg vaine rating scale i give this a good good good good
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starring jennifer beals, mia kirshner, karina lombard, and pam grier 
never did i expect to meet raymi. and yet i did.
but theyre easy and insta would never do them so here:
LAYER FIVE: 
this opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo. i never dream but the other night i had several dreams. in one of them i was running with my old pal aj. in another i was flying around in chopper one for a very long time never really accomplishing anything interesting. in another one i was back in high school taking a test but i couldnt read the letters. in another i was driving a semi truck that had eggs in the cargo. but i didnt know how to work the gears even though somehow we had made it to the freeway. me being me and the eggs and a few chickens. why chickens? why dreams. she had short hair and a ride to the fair. we went there. we ate there. we walked around and thought about things outloud and drank beers out of cups. they had games of chance and dark corners and rickety rides. they had funny lights and left handed monkeys throwing peanut shells and donkeys. there were butter sculpters, men from mars, and drunken turtle races. we bet on #7 but it wasnt in the stars. then i had another dream. this one was in black and white. i was black she was white. her white legs shown in the black sky on top of the black garter on her white thigh.
how long can you write until the sexiest clipper girl there is gets over here. ten minutes ago she said she was ten minutes away. in that time i have brushed my teeth, picked up a few odd things, shot a shot of bacardi and found 
who want to fight with me and i tell him i do. then when i do some say no fair why arent you fighting and others say no fair why are you ignoring and some say… and you know what f what some say. since when have i ever cared what people say? but i suppose i do care what certain some say, not other some, not that im trying to be cold and calous and mean, but whatever. whatever. WHATEVER. i want to be like anti. anti doesnt care. whats his word. pffft. they told him he was too dangerous for the xbi and they gave him back his knife and escorted him out of the building. i told them to take it easy on him that if he did anything funny i would shoot him my own damn self and they overheard me i think esp no i wouldnt, chill and followed us both to the garage.