WHY? - These Hands / January Twenty Something Directed by Ben Barnes
A Place to Escape to Work | Apartment Therapy Unplggd
Unplggd reader Jim sent us a photo of a space in his home designed not to escape fromwork but to peacefully escape to get work done, illustrating the idea that sometimes we need to clear the desk, thus our minds, to get work done.
3 FREE FILMS BY LUIS BUÑUEL
The Auteurs is now showing for free Death in the Garden, the Spanish surrealist’s unheralded 1956 film, alongside two classic Buñuel films from his earlier and most vividly surreal period: Un chien andalou and L’Âge d’Or.
A review 3 year’s later.
Good overview of one of my favorite films.
Bishop Tobin On Chris Matthews Hardball MSNBC
Chris Matthews poses the question “what would be the penalty for a woman getting an abortion?”
Maybe the bishop can answer it, let’s see.
1Password for the iPhone & iPod touch.
I’m a huge fan of 1password, if you need to keep track of your online passwords, credit card account numbers, practically anything on the go, like I do. Get this app! Currently its free, down from $7.99.
I swear by it.
What do you get when you mix the styles of Wes Anderson & Guy Maddin films?
A short film by Ray Tintori. FYI, he’s the director of those crazy MGMT videos.
It is possibly the finest picture about family, community and poultry thievery ever made.
There’s so much to look at, and to giggle over, in “Fantastic Mr. Fox”: It has style and wit and heart, without ever being overly whimsical, a trap Anderson has too often fallen into. I’m not sure I can explain why Anderson’s trademark dry, clever patter seems less tortured, and so much funnier and more believable, when it’s emerging from the mouths of animal puppets with scruffy, disarranged fur. But “Fantastic Mr. Fox” is one of the few recent movies I can think of that truly captures the vibe of a childhood spent largely with books. I’m not talking about the overrated notion of “being returned to a sense of childlike wonder,” or anything like that. I’m talking about a movie that captures something even more intangible than that, the very texture of an experience: Looking at all the details in “Fantastic Mr. Fox” — the character’s wayward whiskers, their little vests, the mansionette hideaways they’ve dug for themselves in the ground — brought back the quiet, intense joy I felt as a kid, first poring over illustrated details in picture books (the nooks and crannies of Beatrix Potter’s rabbit warrens and mouse houses, for example) and later in the semi-fanciful, semi-naturalistic details to be found in Kenneth Grahame and A.A. Milne and Dahl.
Anderson has pulled off the most elusive of goals: He’s made a nonchalant masterpiece, a movie that feels dog-eared and loved before it’s even reached our hands.