Anger ventilated often hurries towards forgiveness; anger concealed often hardens into revenge.

The sunshine on the water. Eaglehawk Neck, Tasman Peninsula. January 2011.

What’s that you say? Five questions about motion pictures you sure?

Why sure…

What is your favourite movie of all time and why?

A hard one, as it depends on my mood. If I had to pick a short list, it probably include Unforgiven, The Godfather, Cool Hand Luke, Das Boot, The Life of Brian, Halloween, The Thin Red Line and Three Colours: Red.

One of those, for lots of reasons…

What was the best movie you saw this last year and why?

Toy Story 3. I didn’t get around to seeing a lot of movies last year, but I’m not sure that it matters. Who would have thought that an animation would be filled with such pathos and the tale of a bunch of toys so utterly ’human’?

Who’s your favourite director and why?

Like the favourite anything, it depends! Krzysztof Kieślowski seemed to be a great combination of storyteller with an utterly fantastic eye for a shot. I think that Dekalog is about the best thing ever made with a video camera.

What’s the scariest movie you’ve ever seen?

Halloween. Note to filmmakers: real terror is about what you don’t show, not what you do.

What’s the funniest movie you’ve ever seen?

The Life of Brian is a funny one. It is a hard one though, as inevitably what was hilarious the first time around is ground into dust after it has been copied eight-thousand times. [See: Flying High/Airplane; Top Secret and The Naked Gun…]

The view from the beach set against the ‘dog-line’. Eaglehawk Neck, Tasman Peninsula. January 2011.

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Kris McCracken said…

GONE!

17 May 2011 at 14:56

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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