For me this was all about the rhythm. It's probably the best-edited non-Bresson film I've seen. I don't feel like I got all of it, but if I had I feel like I'd have felt gypped. It's such an insanely chill movie, I was effortlessly floating through the scenes. I was expecting a really serious meditation, but it's actually goofy and kafkaesque, just open-ended instead of fatalistic. He's such an unlikeable but oddly sympathetic character, he reminded me so much of the characters from Girls. I dug the part where all those white-ass guys were doing that roundtable and complaining about how people from third-world countries were discriminated against regardless of skin color while a dark-skinned guy went around pouring coffee for all of them. I also love these two quotes:
"Everything comes too early or too late for me. Perhaps there was a time when I could have understood all this. Now I can't."
"My life is like a monstrous and flabby vegetable with huge leaves and no fruit."
Damn, 4th Disciple was on his fucking grind. It's both to the benefit and deficit of this album that all of its tracks are about the same thing. Killa Sin is for the most part almost laughably better than his fellows, and the quality of the music skyrockets whenever he's on wax. Dom Pachino might, however, be the most creative, and his verse on Blood for Blood is probably the best on the album content-wise. The rest of them are kind of mediocre but the production ensures it's never boring.
Choice cuts: Burning Seasons, Fear, Love, and War, Swinging Swords
It annoyed and baffled me the extent to which it presented Bean as a great man when all he did -- in the movie, I'm not talking about historical inaccuracy -- is lynch people and burn homesteaders' fields. But Cary Cooper actually turns in a good performance and it's pretty to look at.
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