Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Fargo

Leonardo DiCaprio is one talented mothafucka. His performance in The Basketball Diaries is on my list of top performances, being along with legendary performances such as Marlon Brando's in On The Waterfront (who could forget the infamous "I could of been somebody" monologue) and Robert De Niro in Taxi Driver. So it ranks pretty high on my personal regard.

His range is great too, though it doesn't add more semun to the stir, cause most good white actors have great range anyway. He has a one up on other actors with great range though, cause he took on Shakespeare, which Johnny Depp and Tom Hanks have yet to do.

Damn though. This guy really went all the way from the bottom to the top. From doing commericals and sitcoms, to being Robert De Niro's successor as Scorsese's regular. Of course, Robert De Niro and Martin Scorsese is still the best actor, director duo ever.

If Shutter Island is good, it'd be safe to compare this decade of DiCaprio/Scorsese to the 70's decade of De Niro/Scorsese, with Gangs of New York, The Aviator, and The Departed all being critically acclaimed and Academy Award nominiated features. I still give the edge to De Niro though in comparison, because he pretty much delivered the butter for your biscuit on his own in his features, while all of DiCaprios had the support of an all-star cast. He pretty much had the '94 49ers behind him, and all De Niro had was Phil Jackson and Scottie Pippen (Harvey Keitel, Joe Pesci if you count Raging Bull). And plus De Niro had Paul Schrader on board as a screenwriter for his features, and Paul Schrader screenplays are always well written. And Scorsese always executes Schrader narratives perfectly. It's like the ultimate chemical reaction when these two combine.

I think I'm sounding a little biased, but I don't give a shit because Travis Bickle is my fucking bodyguard and he'll shoot a fucking long haired pimp in the stomach on my command, and all I have to give him is some fucking Jujyfruits.

Word to Leonardo DiCaprio though, you're still a talented mothafucka.

Peace to Jim Carroll, I feel like my house has too many windows, too.



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Friday, July 24, 2009

Bleach my skin, underneath the moon.

Remember in the heat of battle, shield gripped strong, sword held with intention...

The blooming flower that caught your attention.

dropped it all, and introduced your enemy to your lover.

"I could of killed you with this sword, and I now I use it to cut fruit I am offering from my village tree."

Word to Tennessee,

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Monday, July 20, 2009

Unplugged.

From these heights, sometimes it's hard to remember that it's okay.


I could still hear your acoustic song, underneath the noise of mid-day traffic.
I'm still waiting to hear your apologies, even though you haven't done anything wrong...
there's nothing you have to mend.
I just want to know that you're still there.


We don't have to pretend anymore, not until it's playtime again.
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Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Sound off for a minute.

This internet journal shit concept of being able to

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Ice Water

The things I still try to remember
On a day, vaguely painted by who knows who
I never knew, I just wandered along, making no sense
just eating, seeking, words to go along with this guilty nothing
I retrace the sentence, to no avail
I want to feel something I can write in a journal
and keep to myself for no one else to read
unless of course...

it's found by,