“Godzilla” transcends Boris Karloff’s “Frankenstein”, Vincent Price’s “The fly” Bela Lagusi’s “Dracula” Even the replica of the monster in Tokyo, the stature not unlike its San Diego marketing icon,, comes close to our exploratory digs at the LaBrea tar pits seven decades ago.
“Just because I sign my name min your book Herr Einstein,doesn’t mean you’re obliged to read it.” scoredd William Faulkner.. in a tongue in cheek relativity.
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In our wildest dreams , how could the saber tooth tiger, and Denny the Dinosaur, no less Alley Oop, his rambunctious feel on his powered club, his grip tightening as was his want, on waging war…doing battle in the ferocity of a hypnotic frenzy gone “viral” in our prehistoric cave man existence.
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Which brings to mind, the very verve hip up tempo composerAlexander Desplat . If not for his scoring ”The King’s Speech”,a dynamic into the Buckingham Palace “dialectic”, the Paris based cosmopolitan assimilated the monarch’s stuttering,aligning it with musical measures and canon, until the therapy worked its charm.. the bloc vanishing into the King’sSpeech…. His unconscious. IV
“The Imitation Game” seems to be a much more malevolent curse on the human condition and the proponent genius breaking the Nazi machine; its coded anti British cues for destroying Prime Minister Churchill’s resistance to Hitler’s” conquest of “London Bridges falling down falling down” the witch doctor’s neurons pulverized: the protagonist’s decoding ,along with his band of fellows..
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The stuttering verve of the “King’s Speech” is a leg up on the “The Imitation Game”. The theme of the “The game” demonstrates the degradation in the human condition, doesn’t it? Yet the very synthesis of the demons and its musical motif, redeems the protagonist’s physical and moral decay.
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“A non stop fortissimo” in the parlance of monsieur Desplat. Japanese guitars, electric violins, a constancy of the “Harry Potter” construction, its calculus foreshadowing “The Budapest Hotel”. A seething Stefan Zweig’s commentary in Bella Bartok’s Hungary… folk songs prevailing , the Dragon reduced to measles and American theme parks.
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“Discovery of your inner hero” seven decades after “Frankenstein” outweighs the technological and
cyber space “mutations” in our society..U Tube’s millions and millions of hits in director Wes Anderson’s “Budapest Hotel”,casting Ralph Fiermes as a witty Marx Brothers (Groucho’sMiriam Marx demanding sacra religious obeisance from a busboy, seven decades ago)
A snide swipe at upper crust European this time around,transcending stereotypes, juggling the Grand Hotel’s “ menu”.
A hundred and eighty degrees from Vicki Baum’s “Grand Hotel”ages ago. The musical soundtrack of keyboard instruments, ancient organs, music boxes, harpsichords and plucked strings… a florescent transcendence to the Swiss yodel folk group..
“Visual environment to follow emotional issues” is how some critics characterized the Budapest Hotel’s “emoderrato’s 32 tracks. Deplat orchestrating Russian Folk Songs, flamingo guitars, church organs in the last will and testament circa a haunted house..a concordance with Elvis Presley’s “The Devil in Disguise”
The literary genre of Stefan Zweig, Roman clef pallet of satire, adding to Wes Anderson’s and Alexander Desplat’s nonstop fortissimo…….”Who ate the Hungarian Goulash? Who’s the “gonnif”?
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