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Cosplay types from Bronies

Watched Dirty Harry for the first time. Can’t believe Eastwood made five of those. Harry is marginally entertaining as a crime thriller, but what it posits its protagonist against seems to be much more interesting than the main course. I did find something intensely pleasing that has to do with 70s cinema in general: 12am sun in clear daylight, shot by anamorphic lenses. It is like the luminal opposite of the film projection room and I feel the clarity of a sunny day is difficult to represent (it has nothing to do with being ‘drenched’ in light, reddish hues, etc.).

A repurposing apparatus.

I watched three Alan J. Pakulla movies. “All The President’s Men” is quite well-paced, practical, procedural. “The Parallax View” sticks together a bunch of remarkable action sequences and feels like one of those dreams where you fall out of your bed and start drowning. “Klute”.. well, Klute has Jane Fonda on it, this commanding presence that needs to be cooled down by a stone-faced Donald Sutherland. Godard was fascinated by Fonda, brought her over for “Tout va Bien”, and then spit on her a year later when she went to Hanoi. His basic argument was: how can the intellectual add to the class struggle? He should cede his voice to the underclass, rather than reenact the facts and upstage the actors. “Klute” is predictable and a bit convoluted in parts, but instead of seeing Fonda playing a hooker, I see a hooker playing Fonda, getting lost on the role to the point of creating a very refined thing. Every actor plays a character, but stars always play themselves.

Wardrobe from a new angolan soap now airing in portuguese tv, “Windeck”. It’s supposed to be about this fashion magazine, a platform for the emerging bourgeoisie to show its stripes. The guy at the top, Kiluanji, usually pairs shirts that look patterned by Nathalie du Pasquier with a vest, while the kid at the bottom aspires to be a kudurista.