Last night I watched The Spirit of the Beehive, an early 1970s Spanish movie that Netflix pushed on me with furious anger and great vengeance. It's about a little girl in post-Civil War Spain who becomes obsessed with Frankenstein and decides to try to track him down by--of course!--running away to the Spanish countryside. She does not find him. Or she kind of does. I don't know, it sucked. I have no idea why the Rotten Tomatometer comes out at 100% for it, and frankly am starting to think that the thing stops working before the late 1990s.
The night before, I finally got around to watching Blue Velvet, a 1980s David Lynch film that's been on my list since Mulholland Drive. People warned me that it was going to be "disturbing" and that "[y]ou probably don't want to watch that one in mixed company." I didn't find it as disturbing as much as I found it incoherent, unlike Mulholland, which was effectively a riddle that made perfect sense once you knew the answer. I have to say, though, that Lynch is unparalleled in his ability to turn a perfectly nice oldie (i.e. "Blue Velvet") into a creepo sexual-deviant anthem.
Finally, I had no idea that this guy made two of the most disturbing movies I have ever seen: Pi and Requiem for a Dream. I had to turn off Pi after about fifteen minutes--this from the guy who watched The Piano Teacher start to finish, no dry-heave breaks. I didn't turn Requiem off, but I did watch it, in its entirety, with my brother, mother, and 86 year-old grandmother. Yeaaah. Anyway, Aronofsky is coming out with a new movie. I will not be seeing it.
All this being said, just so you don't think the Llama is not a movie snob (if you know me, you know that, generally, the more artsy/independent/French the movie, the better) or just a hater, let me make one recommendation: The Beat that My Heart Skipped.
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