The Useless Critic 2.0

My   Melancholia   review Britt Y SO SRS Okay,   Melancholia .  Blah blah blah Lars Von Trier blah blah weeping Charlotte Gainsbourg (not disemboweling any penises this time) blah blah Kirsten Dunst can really act! Blah blah oh look Kiefer Sutherland now has something to do after they cancelled  24 . JUST KIDDING. I totally Ashton Kutchered you. For me personally, there was a LOT riding on this film, because Lars Von Trier is a whirlwind of a fellow! I mean, this guy is just something else. It’s as if we live in this world of movie directors who are chocolate bars (the Hershey variety, noneother) and here is this dude who is made out of vanilla plastic. He made Bjork want to never act again. HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN! What I saw of  Antichrist  left me bemused, entertained and very aroused. I happened to watch the entirety of  Melancholia , unlike my companion, who passed out like a sleepless baby within the first few seco...

I guess Charlotte Gainsbourg is "back." But she never really left to begin with? How could she? Melancholia and Antichrist  kept her well in the public eye, informing us of her a.) natural threat to penises (peni?) and b.) her close kinship with KIRSTEN DUNST.  Regardless, Stage Whisper  was released last month- following the success of 2010's IRM , produced by OUR LORD AND SAVIOR Beck Hansen- with relatively little new material, mostly a live album of sorts with a few new songs thrown in. See: "Paradisco" "Anna"  <-- my favorite "White Telephone" <-- haunting!  Whereas IRM  was decorated with feelings of paranoia and wistfulness, something about Stage Whisper  feels slightly more playful, whereas still very wistful! "Paradisco"- sort of a follow-up to "Trick Pony" is pretty distant and sexy. "Anna" is mournful, "Memoir" is somehow upbeat while maintaining a level of lovelorn-ness ...

In a matter of time, it would slip from my mind. Time heals most wounds. MOST. Some we still carry for quite a long time. I think all of us have ample evidence to that claim. I mean, up until this year, I was so haunted by the past that I'd have daily flare-ups of brutal anxiety over things from years ago! But now everything is happening so fast I have no time for that and my anxiety is waitlisted for the present. OH, IF ONLY YOU KNEW, READER.  then there's the disintegration of other things. "you want moooooooore..." she sort of moans. we can only be so much to people and sometimes we are certainly not what they want us to be, what role we need to fulfill, etc. but you can't bend who you are to please people, because you won't survive. believe me, I know.  hence, this song, which I'm half-tempted to have a weird Harold and Maude -esque picnic to someday. question:  Does time heal all wounds or do we just forget about them and block it out?