!!!!!!!!!!MrCarmady wrote:You'll never guess what I just watched!
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haha, they are the wrong way around in the folder, yeah. the preview button for the 'second' part shows the lenfilm logo, thoughPinhead wrote:days of eclipse was the one where I watched the second part of the rip before the first part without noticing it was wrong until the end credits came on, that was tight
it wouldn't be a bad candidate for your thread, but i owed this one to maiden, i think it's been three years since i first told her i'd watch itJediMoonShyne wrote: Wrong thread, clearly.
Haha. Wait till you see his take on George Bernard Shaw!MrCarmady wrote:I'm not familiar with the source novel, but I have read Strugatskiis' other stuff, and so expected something slightly different from this, both in terms of sci-fi and in terms of humour.
MrCarmady wrote:but i owed this one to maiden
MrCarmady wrote:I'll see what I can do about the others.
You haven't seen Inland Empire? Am I the only one who listens to Bear around here?!Beau wrote:No clue about the others.
We all listened to Lovesexy instead.Shieldmaiden wrote:You haven't seen Inland Empire? Am I the only one who listens to Bear around here?!
Not yet. I have it to watch on a streaming service, but I never find the three hour slot to sit down and have my mind blown.Shieldmaiden wrote:
You haven't seen Inland Empire? Am I the only one who listens to Bear around here?!
Haha. The "someone" is not necessarily the same person for each film.Beau wrote:"Someone in particular" being, of course, Circus Freak.
The main novel is the second one—about the activities of my hero in our time, that is, in our present, current moment. As for the first novel, it already took place thirteen years ago and is even almost not a novel at all but just one moment from my hero's early youth. It is impossible for me to do without this first novel, or much in the second novel will be incomprehensible.
The novels Atheism and The Life of a Great sinner clearly prove that Dostoevsky could not cope with the swarm of his creative imagination. He could not tame and conquer the rush of elemental visions. His soul burnt too fiercely to be satisfied with an inferior light. All in flames, his soul set on fire and destroyed the flashing visions. And it seems as if iron necessity alone chained the writer to the desk and made it possible for us to read his works. There is something accidental in the published works of Dostoevsky. They do not represent the whole creator; they are paler than his original conceptions.