Within the same week there was also the viewing of Ravenous. Now, this was another film I vaguely remember being mentioned somewhere, primarily about the subject of cannibalism, and, lo and behold, there was Guy Pearce again (also Jeremy Davies; I suppose he’s part of a stint I had including Spank the Monkey, Lost, and this thing). It was late, i turned it IFC and was utterly transfixed to this gruesome interpretation of 1880s expansionists exploiting Native American folklore for their own evil ways. That doesn’t seem so far fetched, do it? Besides all the blood gulped down and human femurs munched on, I found the whole thing to be a very enticing thriller examining the extremes people go in order to survive—or become more powerful—like survival of the fittest sort of thing. The music was good, I mean, when they were going through the woods and stuff to the cave and when Pearce’s character was in the woods—it was up-beaty-folksy.
Right then. Living in Oblivion was quite good; it was fucking funny (i.e. “you hostess twinkie motherfucker”) and showed all the shit film cast and crew deal with. Very trippy too, like, there were these dream sequences…what was real? Or fake? I can’t say specifically for sure because everything bled together and continued into the next scene and it fucking tripped me out, dammit.
Lastly there was On The Water Front. Now, I guess all I knew about it was Marlon Brando playing the main guy (a li’l bit of...),
but I dinna know shit about the plot or any of the other people in this thing—Elia Kazan, Leonard Bernstein (I should know better)? To be honest I didn’t much care for whatever was going on, but the cinematography—the compositions of the shots, that was beautiful and conveyed the emotion of the situation/scene brilliantly as well as the messianic undertones (the music helped with this, too).