La Varda

by Ryland Walker Knight

—I just bleue myself
Before Cannes, Danny asked me to write a paean to Angès Varda, "because you love her, right?" See, after some clandestine business negotiations (are they ever different?), The Auteurs, which remains MUBI's curatorial wing, is now showing all of Varda's work—shorts and features alike. Of course, I agreed to fulfill Danny's request; a few weeks later I wound up with an apt love letter full of fun catch phrases intended to strike up your desire to watch the films again. So, you know, please to read what I wrote and, maybe more importantly, please do watch her films. They aren't a hard sell, anyways, are they? Maybe they are; maybe I don't know. Maybe just click here.

Nous nous chargeons du cinéma

Viewing Log #45: Climb out, come on [5/10/10 - 5/16/10]

by Ryland Walker Knight

Didn't keep a log this week, to be perfectly honest, though I did watch a number of things of varying stripes. Didn't finish all of them, watched only pieces of some, and all because I was plumb worn out from some viral crazy weight that fell onto my head and heart sometime last weekend but didn't really register until early Monday when I could barely move a muscle. Which is a long sentence to say I was sick all week. But you may have gathered that if you follow my twitter or read that diary-like tumblr I reactivated a short time ago. To give a quick gloss, I watched a bunch of comedies to try to cheer me up and I kept at the Agnes Varda despite the haze (more on her to come). I even looked at the Martel movies again, Michael, in an abortive attempt to jog my brain that only lead me to fall asleep. That was a big problem with finishing movies this week: falling asleep. When the body needs rest, you must oblige it. The body is smart, complex, obnoxious in its stubborn patterns and wills and manifestations of improper treatment. And the brain cannot function without it! Go figure! So here's some images from the week that caught my eye enough for me to hit "pause" and "snapshot" in succession. This, of course, limits me to things viewed on my laptop and eschews a lot of the hilarious television I watched. In any case, here's to a better seven days to start tomorrow.
i.


—Like gravity

ii.


—Point at it

iii.

—Sometimes you gotta

iv.

—Sometimes you oughta

v.


—Not like this

Convergence for your summer entropy (5/29/09)

by Ryland Walker Knight

we obviate and immolate