
2007.02.25 • 04:44 • 0 com
Orson Wells is maybe the first entertainer of the "postmodernity". In this delightful flick he explores the paradoxes of falsehood with a editing job that foresaws the now omnipresent MTVesque consciousness flux by at least 10 years1. “A magician is just an actor.” he says in the beginning? Aren't we all? For us, simulacra of an ever overinformed network society, F for Fake, if spiced with additional reflexion on the real nature of celebrity, will cast light on many of the paradoxes of idols and entertainment itself. We want to be deceived due to a kind of Stockholm syndrome — the feeling of being overpowered by such charismatic delusion is like seduction itself. We ride on the bliss of dying individually and reborn in exalting the other. If the other is Orson Wells, nevermind.
More than that, the very nature of authorship itself is made fun of. If we take the very funny words of Elmyr de Hory in this movie, and add some Proudhon to it, we have a very good argument against the idea of intelectual property.
Also in movies: Superbad • Das Boot • O Cheiro do Ralo • The Lathe of Heaven • Skammen • Sakura no mori no mankai no shita • O Ano em que meus Pais Saíram de Férias • The Fountain • Goh-hime • 10 Items or Less • Half Nelson • Hoffman • Silver Streak • Stranger than Fiction • Mulholland Dr • A Scanner Darkly • Scoop • Brazil • Stay • Film Geek • The Trial • Rikyu • Kuroi Ame • Tanin no kao • Don't Come Knocking • Jinruigaku nyumon: Erogotshi yori • Where the Truth Lies • Stalker • Tibet: Cry of the Snow Lion • Jesus Christ Superstar • Lila dit Ça • How to Get Ahead in Advertising • Equus • My Sassy Girl • Mysterious Skin • Bewitched • Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid • They Live • La Joven • Peeping Tom • Buono, il brutto, il cattivo, Il • What the #$*! Do We (K)now!? • Glen or Glenda • Casa de Areia • Melinda and Melinda
1. ^ Monty Python Flying Circus had already some glimpses of this style of editing.

Funniest mindless movie of the last few years. McLovin is the best, and the other guys grew on me.
In his job he needs to undervalue the suffering of others in order to make more money. Then there’s the smell, the ass and the eye. The degree of objectification of desire is in direct proportion to the self-debasement of the indulger. By degrading the other, he nullifies himself. The very indifference to the overjealous ones, the suppressed recalcitrant losers of the world, is what causes their victims to exist. Great disturbing movie.
A lost science fiction PBS movie with Taoist undertones is a real find, right? A guy discovers his dreams change reality—when he wakes up he finds himself in a world where the content of his dreams have actually happened. He of course gets scared after a couple of nightmares, seeks relief in drugs, and then, because of them, is lead to a psychiatrist. 
Here's for all the sissy Apple lovers out there... This is the ultimate design for my old Duron, which faithfully downloaded well over one terabyte (mostly movies, 1300+) always on 24/7/365 over the last four years. It also runs Apache and is a file and printer server, as well as a router for my home network (with four, also damn old and beautiful computers). Sometimes I dust it off with a vacuum cleaner.
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In imdb a user commented: "Annoying little transition into some sort of regurgitated independent film values finds this shallow project from Brad Silberling offering little and providing less in this embarrassingly exploitive work." I agree, yet it is still watchable — even more so if you understand how clichê is the fabricated spontaneity in it. It is as if independent movie has aquired its own hollywood-like formulaicism. So it kind of becomes an interestingly consumated aesthetic portrail of so many cult-status fabricated stylishness examples we see around. Many people liked 






