Pseuds Corner

You dropped this, Million.

No, i didn't.

I feel about six bucks worth today.

Priceless to the rest of us good sir.

Have a little lift.

Boring post, mate. I know that by now we can probably apply double and triple layers of irony to this sort of comment, but it still doesn't help.

Sorry - yeah agreed it didn't help. It was meant with just a single layer of irony but in hindsight was uncalled for :-)

The first page of this would have been popcorn, if popcorn was made of styrofoam and bodily fluids. Unreadable.

The first page of this would have been popcorn, if popcorn was made of styrofoam and bodily fluids. Unreadable.

Are you looking for the popcorn thread or the Banksy thread?

Are you looking for the popcorn thread or the Banksy thread?

Well, the first page of the popcorn thread isn't about the "meaning" "of" "art".

Am I wrong or cynical to think that this belongs in this thread?

http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2010/nov/25/student-protests-tuition-fees-schoolgirls-definace

why?

I think the riot girls are awesome.

I think the riot girls are awesome.

for their media savvy or for your uniform fetish ;)

For bringing the peace.

For bringing the peace.

But didn't the van get trashed? Also the idea that the van was a plant was interesting

Am I wrong or cynical to think that this belongs in this thread?

http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2010/nov/25/student-protests-tuition-fees-schoolgirls-definace

Well, you're cynical. It seems the van wasn't a plant, according to journalists who were there. I would believe that given the tendency for cock up over conspiracy.

I was thinking more in terms of the writing style.

I was thinking more in terms of the writing style.

absofuckinglutely.

Peter Bradshaw in The Guardian film review, covering Terrence Malick's The Tree of Life:

Terrence Malick's mad and magnificent film descends slowly, like some sort of prototypical spaceship: it's a cosmic-interior epic of vainglorious proportions, a rebuke to realism, a disavowal of irony and comedy, a meditation on memory, and a gasp of horror and awe at the mysterious inevitability of loving, and losing those we love.

snigger

http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2011/may/16/cannes-2011-the-tree-of-life-review

Lol, what an indulgent cunt. I can't read the Guardian these days.

Prototypical spaceship? Rather than the various production models currently available?

I thought the prototypical ones descended rapidly anyway; crashing softly, you could say.

Prototypical spaceship? Rather than the various production models currently available?

I think you've missed the point there MoN.

As an individually-assembled vehicle (both physically and transcendentally) and socio-technological artefact, the spaceship is inherently prototypical. Bradshaw uses the spaceship motif to underline the dualness of the conquest and the simultaneous discovery evident in much of Malick's oeuvre. His investigation is at once projective and retroactive. Only by considering endeavours passed, as manifested by the now defunct space program zeitgeist, can we expect to identify with the protagonist's (and in turn our own) impulse to overcome fully his own moral predicament. The spaceship, here symbolising an almost inverted Pandora's Box, looms precariously: itself a reflection of both our curiosity and complacence.

Doh. Yeah, that sounds about rite. LOL!

I think you've missed the point there MoN.

As an individually-assembled vehicle (both physically and transcendentally) and socio-technological artefact, the spaceship is inherently prototypical. Bradshaw uses the spaceship motif to underline the dualness of the conquest and the simultaneous discovery evident in much of Malick's oeuvre. His investigation is at once projective and retroactive. Only by considering endeavours passed, as manifested by the now defunct space program zeitgeist, can we expect to identify with the protagonist's (and in turn our own) impulse to overcome fully his own moral predicament. The spaceship, here symbolising an almost inverted Pandora's Box, looms precariously: itself a reflection of both our curiosity and complacence.

There isn't enough rep in the world....

Outstanding work.

I've got to smear my love over someone else before I can smear it on Superprecise again...

What's this? A thread for poncey-noncey titillation of sloppy ego-worship entangled with a mediation upon the rupture of ‘self’ manifest in quasi-cum-cod-philosophical eschatological schemata concealing the profundity schism within our postmodernist simulacrum?

I’ve long given up reading the papers, but SPs ‘indulgent cunt’ analysis gets my vote, and makes me ever surer I’m missing nothing in the serious press, other than their being a diversion from your morning soya-milk dribbling perfect family.