To call it a marketing scheme then that’s fine but I really feel if you think that, your missing the point. It’s imperative that going into this film you know NEXT TO NOTHING about what will happen and I personally think it might be a good approach with almost all films as EVERYTHING you see and hear about films these days before even viewing them is tantamount to having already seen it. Less is more. Less is more.
Secondly, this film DOES have twists and turns. Whether or not you see them coming they ARE there and regardless of if one thinks they’re surprising or not someone else is bound to be tickled by them anyhow. Its core plot revolves around a relationship of a married couple who has faced some emotional trauma and is trying to “heal”. It speaks to the issues of love, adoration, responsibility and trust. It explores human emotion and universal truths and is worth seeing.
In short, the “marketing” if you will of keeping the plot twists a secret is integral to at least a portion of the enjoyment of the film and so if one sees that as manipulation perhaps this movie is not for them in the first place.
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The Insiders, No. 33
GREAT SELECTION OF DIRECTORS
When you think about the epicenter of street photography, it’s difficult to imagine any other place than New York City.
In her latest film, Cheryl Dunn tells the stories of legendary street photographers who came to define a style that’s still being replicated today.
"In L.A., I can read and write. That has made the work we do together better. There’s no better place to read than Los Angeles."
3 Questions with Ryan Kelly of Gerard & Kelly, now on the blog: http://bit.ly/1kSrluR
NO BETTER PLACE TO READ?
WHATEVER DO YOU MEAN?!
This breaks my fucking heart, you guys. The Power House was one of my all-time favorite dive bars in the world.
That joint was a legendary shit hole from way back in the days when nobody checked ID’s, you could still smoke in a fucking bar, and the neighborhood still had some stank on it.
Even after Hollywood and Highland became the Times Square of the West Coast, the Power House still managed to stick to its low life roots, and I will definitely make it there to raise one last stiff-as-fuck well drink before the doors close forever next week.
Goodbye, Power House. You were a dirty alcoholic hooker who knew how to have a good time, and Hollywood will be that much worse without you.