“…animated bare breasts”—now that’s funny! (This is from the NY Times review I mention below)
Bonnie and I went to see A Scanner Darkly’s midnight showing last night at the Regal Theatres across from the UCI campus. The movie was great—not a warm fuzzy, this movie, or a tear-jerker, even, just an “oh shit that could’ve been me” kinda thing. And truthfully, which baby-boomer hasn’t tried at least some type of “recreational” drug? Although I’d read the usual blah-blah-blah on the performances of certain actors, there were quite a few good (and intelligently written) reviews on the film… NY Times’ can be read here. It grows tiresome to always read comments from the critics; refreshing when folks admit that the roles fit the actors to a T.
You know what else is funny? I got pulled over by a cop on my way home after the movie for a broken tail-light and an expired registration. He was nice and just told me to fix it… after inquiring where I was coming from and then commenting “that looks like a strange movie…” It would’ve been Freck’s worst nightmare come to life…
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My latest obsession (amongst many, I’m sure) is what has come to be known as the graphic novel. This in turn has led me to cultivate an interest in animated films. Not the stuff that I can take my ten-year-old to… stuff much like Aon Flux and Ghost in the Shell… and then there’s A Scanner Darkly (which is based on Philip K. Dick’s novel by the same name), a movie that was shot on film and then “rotoscoped”, a technique which involves drawing over the film to achieve an animated effect. I’ve seen video clips and the results are nothing short of stunning. The cast is quite a-propos, too, headlining Keanu Reeves, Winona Rider, Woody Harrelson and Robert Downey Jr. Perfect group of “heads” eh?
I finished the book last weekend, the whole reading catapulting me back to those mind-numbing years of my youth. I can definitely relate to these characters in a way only someone who, er, has been there can. Thankfully, those days have come and gone, and their memory fades into the fuzzy past. And I wonder… whatever happened to those people who dotted the scenery of those, cashmere-‘n-sensi-smokin’-mushroom-‘n-acid-popping-mesc-and-coke-snorting days…? Wonder how I’ll feel after watching the movie… midnight showing anyone?