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QOTD: who /hungry/ here???

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How would Griffith handle this scene?

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Medium shot, one take, minimal close ups?

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bean a while since I actually watched anything lads

why don't you wahoo-rry up and just watch something already

I have been a busy bee

Force some drama.

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Faggot.

:)

I LOVE ICHTHYS

>t. Ichthys

sup itchthys

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fuck no it is not, pleb

add this hack

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who? who? who?
who? who? who?
who? who? who?

H*neke doesn't deserve to be in the same image as Tarky

Oh heavens. OP just criticized an arbitrary list of directors! Whatever shall we do! Let us all bow before his patricianhood, for he knows about such obscure artists like Godard, maybe even Bergman! Good lord!

(Protip: we cannot stop laughing at you)

>Tarkovsky
The medium is not sculpting in time. It's recording space and sculpting WITH time. If you do not know the most basic tenets of your medium, why should you be taken seriously as an artist? Why should be considered an artist at all? Artists think and know about their medium, you're more a craftsman.

Look at me I'm Tarkovsky!

what videogame is this?

Filename, brainlet.

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youtube.com/watch?v=QmBQiUCbgqw

where's the music

Would make a great double feature with Django Unchained.

With Griffith, there are innumerable details that can be unpacked through rewatches, items of information that can be missed if one is not astute. For example, in the abovementioned short, the raising of Mary Pickford's head is timed with the waves and combined with her lethargic expression serves to signify the beginning of a daily routine. But the subsequent range of emotions she exhibits throughout the short reveals that it is through these individual moments of splendor shared with these men she holds dear that keeps her emotionally afloat above those crashing waves. This is one of infinite traits that makes Griffith superior. Buried metaphors and contextual information that can be studied countlessly bely the surface of his directly expressed content. Griffith actually employs intelligent use of a slow pace we observe actions in realtime to understand their significance. Nothing in the short serves to impress, one must consciously observe as opposed to say, a Tarkovsky, where the self-conscious pseuo-philosophizing is windowdressing for lack of content and is something that can be passively absorbed. This is why Griffith leaves the feeble-minded "bored" or "unsatisfied" whereas with Tarkovsky they are "excited" and "emotionally invested". Griffith is for the intellects, Tarkovsky is for the apes.

Why watch Griffith when you can read Belasco?

You're conflating objectivity with theatricality, the association itself is ludicrous and needn't refutation. Griffith's content-formal dialect is already proven an all-too subtle one that requires sociological education as well as visual to cover the metadynamics and their overarching connection.

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I consistently intimidate the weak-minded.

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The Birth is the Klansman, therefore Dixon is Griffith. Didn't work that way when it was created, doesn't work that way today. Griffith pooled from history and every facet of representation to insert and utilize as commentary, supplement, and synthetic enhancement within his imagined reality and the outset of the metaconstruct.

Ergo, get a fucking brain and learn how to read in-between the lines, dumdum.

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I never cease to weeding out the non-receptive ignoramuses.

whats the context of that gif

it really aggrevates me seeing her stupid smug face

Griffith didn't exist, he was all smoke and mirrors.

I offend idiots and I destroy the middlebrow. I am a God.

I'm always right. I'm perfection incarnate. I'm superior to you in ever facet. I understand I'm better by countless leagues. My intelligence can't be quantified by petty numbers. I will always outmatch you physically, mentally, genetically and sexually. I never pretend to be of a lower stature. I am always aware of my place, several leagues above all of you in speed, strength, intelligence, and potency. I never tire, I choose to sleep. I never hunger, I choose to eat. I can prove anything. I choose not to. I never address anyone directly, only to the stratosphere of air above your head and below mine. Your petty jabs will do nothing to me, they will muster no flamboyant reaction. I am confidently at place celestially above your meager ramshackle bubble you call existence. You are all clowns dancing for my amusement, obsessed with the god that presides over your existence. Annihilating me in a debate presumes that your logic was ever sound enough to change my mind on anything. That has never been the case. I am smarter than you. I destroy you. I make plebs humble before me.I could destroy the sun if I wanted to.

Griffith is EVIL!

We will defeat him!

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I want broops to die

broops, more like BRAPS

stop this BRAP shit already griffithnigger

youtube.com/watch?v=iKcwcW20ISY

The most overrated hack of them all, Scorcese is the king of cinematic masturbation and the “Look, ma, I’m directing” style of filmmaking. He represents almost everything that’s wrong with self-indulgent directing. The critics love him because of his ability to move the camera. If only he could move the audience. But then again, why bother telling a story when you can swoop through an overblown scene with a steadicam. Or get the brilliant actor Daniel Day-Lewis to do a Robert De Niro impersonation for over two hours opposite Leonardo DiCaprio. He finally won an Oscar when he took the depth and resonance out of the sublime Hong Kong thriller Infernal Affairsand remade it into the overblown, shallow snoozer The Departed.

Remind me again why does Sup Forums hate Haneke?

La la land is actually worst than I remembered
how do "people" enjoy this inauthentic piece of trash?

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Americano > Amour
Mathieu Demy sourced his family heritage (our cinema heritage), while Michael Haneke celebrated the end of life (and cinema). Joy vs. pessimism.

lovely film

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why don't you just copypaste that sentence

Why is the rest of Sup Forums so shit, lads?

The amounts of (You)'s a poster gets triumphs using rationality in any of their posts.

Is that a fucking bait or what

Just about all the incidents in this 3-hour-and-47-minute film echo scenes in Hollywood gangster movies, but the director, Sergio Leone, inflates them, slows them down, and gives them a dreamy obsessiveness. He transmutes the lower East Side settings of those gangster movies to give the genre a richer, more luxuriant visual texture. His widescreen view of a group of Jewish kids who start with petty crime and move into big-time racketeering is set in 1921, 1933, and 1968, but not in that order. His theme is the betrayal of the immigrants' dream of America, and the story begins and ends in an opium den where Noodles (Robert De Niro) puffs on a pipe while episodes of his life of killings and rapes and massacres drift by and a telephone rings somewhere in the past. This epic is a compendium of kitsch, but it's kitsch aestheticized by someone who loves it and sees it as the poetry of the masses. It isn't just the echoing moments that keep you absorbed--it's the reverberant dreamland settings and Leone's majestic, billowing sense of film movement. With Jennifer Connelly, who's marvellously vivid as the young Deborah; Darlanne Fluegel as the beautiful streamlined blond Eve; and Tuesday Weld, who brings a gleam of perversity to the role of a nympho moll. Also with Elizabeth McGovern, who's badly miscast as the adult Deborah, and James Woods, Larry Rapp, James Hayden, William Forsythe, Treat Williams, Burt Young, and Joe Pesci. Many writers worked on the screenplay, which is loosely based on the novel The Hoods, by Harry Grey; the final credits go to Leone and five Italians, plus Stuart Kaminsky (for additional dialogue). The cinematography is by Tonino Delli Colli; the score by Ennio Morricone uses "Amapola" as the theme song. (A studio-shortened version that runs 2 hours and 15 minutes is disastrously incoherent.) A Ladd Company Release, through Warners.
see State of the Art.

JCFIOAGC

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