Archive for September, 2006

Friday, September 22nd, 2006

Gavin Hood – Tsotsi (1)

Not knowing much about the conditions in the south african townships, this beautiful movie left me with the feeling of having been there, and a deep sympathy for its deeply troubled protagonist. While the story is troubling and uplifting at the same time, the cinematography is gorgeous, and the desert townships with the downtown areas […]

Thursday, September 21st, 2006

William Gibson – Virtual Light (2)

I am not a fan of Gibson’s – or indeed any of the cyberpunk writers’ – plotlines. I find the constructions they come up with to throw the little guy into the arena of big corporations and social and economic powers of great thrust hard to swallow, and the conclusions shallow. On the other hand, […]

This is horrible. Not because it is just obviously bad, for it isn’t. The science is as solidly done as you’d expect of Clarke, and the outline of the story sort of makes sense, if you buy that we can predict novae from looking at neutrinos. But the details all are oh, so wrong. All […]

Friday, September 15th, 2006


Naihanchi Die Hände vor der Hüfte sanft gebunden, Die Füsse parallel ruhn Seit an Seit, Dann heben sich die Arme, nicht zu weit, Und haben sich umkreisend neu gefunden. Die leere Fläche kehrt sich, die erst aussen lag, Und suchend schweift ein wacher Blick umher, Sekundenlang bewegt sich gar nichts mehr, Und schliesslich wie ein […]

Friday, September 15th, 2006

James McTeigue – V for Vendetta (1)

Finally, the non-sucking sequel to the Matrix. While V is still wordy and rich in pseudophilobabble, it is mostly stylish and ironic enough to get away with it. Weaving and Portman both are excellent, him being all the more impressive for doing it all from under a cheesy mask. A comic book version of political […]

Wednesday, September 13th, 2006

Ken Loach (Abendgedicht)

Ken Loach (Abendgedicht) Toblers zugeeignet Als Echo das von weissen Wänden wiederhallt, Verklingt vom Golden Gate das Licht; Wo Kies am Wassergrund auf Kiesel prallt, Liegt stumm und regungslos ein Fischgesicht. Das Auge streng, ein Punkt der seine Welt begründet, Den Mund umgeben Fäden, deren Sinn ihn zieht. Bewegter Schatten auf dem Glas, und er […]