Gorillas Giving Suck

Richard Harris is a force, a hulking presence which command comparison to Brando. One can fathom the departed Inacandenza rhapsodizing The Sporting Life with wee Hal and Mario using arcs of refractive inversion and the defining directness of statics, all the while while flourishing in his praise of the "great Ape" as Harris is referred to by Miss Roberts late in the film.

I have drawn allusions to both David Eggers and David Foster Wallace in my initial pair of efforts. I still suck but not near as bad as Baby Mama which I viewed this evening at work. I doubt a ten minute sketch on SNL could have appeared as forced and vacant as the forgotten effort. Being forced to endure five minutes of eye contact with Steve Martin (which is alleged to be funny reflection of the new age wonky which is Whole Foods) is infinitely preferable. Echoing Jeremiah Wright, its not deficient but different.

Speak To Me of Zyklon Humor

It is but rivulets of space which color our curves in this slide across the polished floor. Stockinged feet and echoes of the Misty Monster: these remain our precepts. My bent shall concern film here: both the high art of celluloid and what shall be defined and explored as hotel cinema.

I have watched two films from Lindsay Anderson in the past five days. If. . . with Malcolm McDowell and The Sporting Life starring Richard Harris and Rachel Roberts. Both attempt to meld the priggish and the brutal with a surfeit of male shower scenes.

And to begin - definitions please

Main Entry: ba·nan·i·ty
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural ba·nan·i·ties
Other Spellings: (arc.) bananaty
Date: Aug 24, 1999
1 : something comically and/or slightly (un)common: laughably uncommonly commonplace. 2 : the quality or state of being minorly askew in the general order of things, or untoward in a lesser manner; e.g. the stumble of a rich man on the street.
3: labyrinthian structures, the confronting of which results in a chuckling resignation to the state of things.