morrison-dylan-fan Talking recently to a DVD seller about having greatly enjoyed viewing a Cznch-New Wave title,I was happily caught by surprise,when the seller sent me a DVD of Cznch Stop-motion short films completely for free!.With this week having celebrated my 9th year of being on IMDb,I felt that the perfect way to wrap it up would be to see the Cznch stop-motion,in motion.The plot:Tidying up an empty hall,a man begins to play around with a half broken puppet,who ends up coming alive.Jumping straight into life,the puppet heads down to the basement of the hall,where it discovers a hidden,broken society.View on the film:Backed by a pitch-perfect score from Lech Jankowski which combines sharp-toothed Classical music with an Industrial hum,co-writers/ (along with Bruno Schulz) directors Stephen and Timothy Quay create a wonderful decaying world,with all of the puppets being made out of torn to shreds objects,which despite not looking that cute,do have a real character about them.For the screenplay of the movie,the writers smartly decide to deliver their view on a broken society in a subtle,visual manner,which whilst adding a dept to the events taking place in the title,also allows the viewer to enjoy the treats they discover,on their walk down crocodile street.

kurosawakira The most celebrated work of the brother Quays', this adaptation of Bruno Schulz's "Street of Crocodiles" is an amazing work of imaginative genius that's enthralling, alluring and hyper-cinematic.I really want to be able to dream like this. Or perhaps I do but I can't remember. It's like "Finnegans Wake", really, where everything is loaded with meaning on multiple levels simultaneously. The Brothers' imagery is just like this, it seems to explode to all directions, all the time, and one is breathless in trying to keep up.The brothers' work is also deeply referential. The tennis rackets and ice cube are straight from "This Unnameable Little Broom" (1985), and this internal connectivity brings a sense of integrality, where we reassemble the things we see — much of what is incomprehensible for us — in a wider frame of reference, as if resuscitating the images from our unconsciousness with fresh connotations to other films, somehow becoming even richer and more meaningful.It's also utterly awe-inspiring how they make the camera move and inhabit the world. It moves effortlessly and fluidly, examining the smallest of details and then cleaving the particle-filled spaces framed by the brothers' exquisite knack for interior design.

Mattquatch This is honestly the single worst movie I have ever seen. The "brilliant" minds behind it are the hipster's Tim Burton. The level of disturbing is incomparable to even Human Centipede. The "explanation" at the end was not enough to justify the complete lack of tangible story. While I will admit the set pieces were amazing (sort of like I-Spy on meth), even that was not enough to rescue this shipwreck of a short film.In short, I despised nearly everything about this movie. It was the worst $5 I have ever spent on anything (and I've bought some dumb stuff in my day).

Eumenides_0 The Quay brothers can become repetitive quickly. This is their fourth movie I've watched, and although I can never deny the quality of their craft, it just seems the same over and over. They clearly have their leitmotifs: disfigured dolls, dusty sets, ancient, incomprehensible machinery, infinite drawers, lifeless objects coming to life.I wonder if I could have enjoyed - or even understood - this movie better if I had read Bruno Schulz' book first. The movie makes little sense: a doll enters a subterranean world of dark shops, inhabited by creepy dolls. That's pretty much what I can make of it. In one of my favorite sequences, nails come alive, unscrew themselves and start moving as if they were insects. It's fascinating, but in the end this is the only appeal of the movie: a journey through dark, surreal imagery for its own sake.Like the other Quay movies I've seen, I admire the talent that went into making this movie. Stop-motion must be one of the hardest things to accomplish in cinema, let alone make it so perfect and complex as the Quays do. I just wish they enjoyed narrative a little bit more.