ZA/UM: Terrence Malick'i "Tree of Life"

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Terrence Malick'i "Tree of Life"

Pedene veealune stseen pedese lainega. Pedene aed. Pedene ema pedeses valguses, uu-uu, nii ilus, vaata, nii pedene, on ju? Nii pedene kinematograafia! Valus pedene pereidüll. Pedekad lapsed, pedekas birthscene, hullult halva ja pedese mulje jätab kõigest. Peded saurused, pedene jumal, oi kui pedene! Pedene jumal, miks sa mu lapse ära võtsid? Pedene surnud laps. Pedene Ameerika peredraama. Pedesed viiekümnendad, pedesed kahetuhandendad. Pede Sean Penn. Sean Penn on kõige pedesem, miks ta siin on üldse? Pedene universumi sünd, pedekas sosistab, galaktikad, pedene meteoriit tapab saurused ära, pedekate muusika mängib. Klassikaline muusika on nii pedene. Issand kui pedesed viiulid, kopp ees sellest pillist, jää vait juba. Jälle pedene perekond, pedene Bach. Valus pedede universum ikka. Veits pedene ei ole või? Millal see sitt lõppeb juba? Panen aknasse, niikuinii midagi ei juhtu.

Tegelt "Thin Red Line" oli ka suht pedene film. Kui selle peale niimoodi mõtlema hakata.

Pedene pereisa, pedene maja, võimukas pereisa "paneb alla" kõiki, oh no, nii võimukas, hullult paneb alla, valus pedekas. Pedekas Palm d´Or, pedene Cannes. Teeks sellise pira filmide festari, mille nimi oleks "Cammes" ja näitaks seal ainult CAMe kogu aeg. Oh, sorry me näitaksime normaalse kvaliteediga pira ka, saad aru, me lihtsalt ei suutnud DVD-ripi või Telesynciga ühtegi nalja välja mõelda. Või R5ga, mis tähendab "Region Five", ehk Mongoolia, India, Venemaa. See on pira formaat maailma perseaugust. Kõva formaat on. Aga tead, mis ei ole kõva või? Pedekas liblikas, pedene varjude mäng, pedesed puud, ja pedene lastega mängimine - lapsega ei pea üldse nii pedekalt mängima tegelt, võib normaalne ka olla - pedene muru kastmise junn tuleb nüüd, lõpetage juba ära selle junni näitamine mulle. Issand kui pedene valgus on kogu aeg, pedene kastekann, pedene riik, pede juures olen, pedet kepin.

2.5/10

23 kommentaari:

AnonymousSeptember 28, 2011 8:12 PM
Film kogu pedele!
Kogupedefilm.
Pedesõbralik film.
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Robert KurvitzSeptember 28, 2011 9:55 PM
Õu jee, homofoobia tunnid zaumis! Tõmbame kõik endale anonüümse peale ja viskame pedenalja!

Oh wait, oota, oops...
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sven vabarSeptember 28, 2011 10:00 PM
Pedene arvustus
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AnonymousSeptember 28, 2011 10:06 PM
Piider mu meelest
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Robert KurvitzSeptember 28, 2011 10:20 PM
rohkem nagu pedene Sven Vabar minu arust
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Aleksander RostovSeptember 28, 2011 10:28 PM
Sven Peder hoopis äkki
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Robert KurvitzSeptember 28, 2011 10:31 PM
Oh yeah, HONOR RESTORED.
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Conv. KSeptember 28, 2011 10:47 PM
Robert Omasoovitz
Aleksander Sadomasorostov
Jim Ashi-buttyman
Cockblock Killer
Kristo Soodomaviiding
Martin Taintlick
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Conv. KSeptember 28, 2011 10:52 PM
Järele mõeldes - Siim Taintlick oleks hoopis pidanud olema. Martin Fanook sel juhul siis.
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Robert KurvitzSeptember 28, 2011 10:52 PM
Maitsekas. Maitsekas postitus ja maitsekas kommentaarium.
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sven vabarSeptember 29, 2011 12:34 AM
Aga vähemalt Ginsberg tuli meelde. Kõigest pedesest võib siiski kasu olla.

Footnote To Howl by Allen Ginsberg

Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy!
The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand
and asshole holy!
Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is
holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an
angel!
The bum's as holy as the seraphim! the madman is
holy as you my soul are holy!
The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is
holy the hearers are holy the ecstasy is holy!
Holy Peter holy Allen holy Solomon holy Lucien holy
Kerouac holy Huncke holy Burroughs holy Cas-
sady holy the unknown buggered and suffering
beggars holy the hideous human angels!
Holy my mother in the insane asylum! Holy the cocks
of the grandfathers of Kansas!
Holy the groaning saxophone! Holy the bop
apocalypse! Holy the jazzbands marijuana
hipsters peace & junk & drums!
Holy the solitudes of skyscrapers and pavements! Holy
the cafeterias filled with the millions! Holy the
mysterious rivers of tears under the streets!
Holy the lone juggernaut! Holy the vast lamb of the
middle class! Holy the crazy shepherds of rebell-
ion! Who digs Los Angeles IS Los Angeles!
Holy New York Holy San Francisco Holy Peoria &
Seattle Holy Paris Holy Tangiers Holy Moscow
Holy Istanbul!
Holy time in eternity holy eternity in time holy the
clocks in space holy the fourth dimension holy
the fifth International holy the Angel in Moloch!
Holy the sea holy the desert holy the railroad holy the
locomotive holy the visions holy the hallucina-
tions holy the miracles holy the eyeball holy the
abyss!
Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours!
bodies! suffering! magnanimity!
Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent
kindness of the soul!

Berkeley 1955
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AnonymousSeptember 29, 2011 2:12 AM
thumbs up! pedekad!
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Joanna EllmannSeptember 29, 2011 10:48 AM
pedene.
maailm
on
pedene
koosneb pededest
ise oled ka
pedekas.

(arvustus on ka pedene)
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AnonymousSeptember 29, 2011 10:49 AM
Tõesti nii pedene?

Ei oleks arvanud.
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arni.alandiSeptember 29, 2011 11:15 AM
Metsa rüpes pederast.
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Mihkel KunnusSeptember 29, 2011 1:04 PM
Ma aiman, millise mulje ma selle märkusega jätan, aga omadussõnade eristusvõimest jääb siin kuidagi vajaka...
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Dr. CkSeptember 29, 2011 11:32 PM
Are you a homo?
We help thousands of homosexuals every month!
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AnonymousSeptember 29, 2011 11:52 PM
pedelik pedekas pedetas pedelas.

mljun.
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Robert KurvitzSeptember 30, 2011 3:19 PM
"Ma aiman, millise mulje ma selle märkusega jätan, aga omadussõnade eristusvõimest jääb siin kuidagi vajaka..."

Mulle meeldib, kuidas Mihkel on mängu loomusele pihta saanud.

Igatahes, nüüd kui kõikide pedekateks kutsumise eesmärk on täidetud, võin vastata ka ainsale kerkinud kino-teemalisele küsimusele:

"Tõesti nii pedene?"

Jah. Melodramaatiline, klišeelik operaatoritöö, mis on sõna otseses mõttes ainus asi selles filmis, süžeed ei ole. Nagu mingi kuiv ja kohati lausa vihaselt moraliseeriv Koyaanisquatsi või Baraka. Aga palju inetum ja klišeelikum kui need filmid.
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sven vabarSeptember 30, 2011 7:03 PM
Noh, kui Robert nüüd juba veitsa ontlikumas stiilis sellest filmist kirjutab, siis ma ka ütleks midagi, samas stiilis.

Ma veitsa solvusin jah, sest Terrence Malicki senised filmid (Badlands, Days of Heaven, Thin Red Line) on mu meelest ikka meistriteosed ja ta on üks sõltumatumaid, tõsisemaid tänapäeva režissööre, natuke nagu USA Tarkovski. See tema Potchahontase film jah oli veidi kehvem.

Tree of Life`i ma näinud ei ole, aga isegi kui see on väga halb, siis mu meelest ei kõlba nii ebatavaliselt tõsise inimese kohta nii koledasti öelda, et pedene ja pedene, nagu oleks ta mingi suvaline pätt, nagu nt Tarantino (kes on siiski muidugi hea režissöör). Isegi siis ei kõlbaks tegelikult, kui ta pätt oleks. Küllap olen ka natuke vanamoodne mees nagu Mihkel.
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Joanna EllmannSeptember 30, 2011 9:04 PM
Mihkli kommentaar on kogu selle arvustuse ja kommentaaride juures kõige ägedam minu meelest. Olen veits ka vanamoeline inimene sarnaselt Svenile ja Mihklile :D Aga "Pedene arvustus" tahtsin ma ise kirjutada alguses siia alla kirjutada, kuid selle asemel pidin kergelt pettununa vaatama, et Vaps on selle kommentaari juba ise ära kirjutanud. :)
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MartinOctober 1, 2011 3:12 PM
Teate, kes veel pedelik pedekas on? Darren Aronofsky.
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arni.alandiOctober 2, 2011 2:08 PM
Aronofsky mulle enamasti meeldib v.a Requiem for a Dream, aga noh, ma pole mdgi hetero ka, nii et missa ikka hädaga teed.
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