31 July 2010
30 July 2010
Cognitive Behaviour Therapy & Existentialism?
Matthew Hutson writes in Psychology Today:
Read the complete article.
"I've recently come to the conclusion that cognitive behavioral therapy, the empirically-demonstrated gold standard for treating depression and a host of other problems, necessitates a belief in existentialism, a philosophy holding that we live in a meaningless universe.
How can happiness derive from appreciating the fundamental pointlessness of existence?
Existentialism (at least atheistic existentialism) does not argue that meaning does not exist, only that it does not exist out there in the real world. All meaning is human-constructed. You have complete freedom to interpret events however you like (a freedom that some find nauseating.)
CBT similarly places interpretive control in the hands of the individual. The premise is that thoughts lead to emotions (which lead to behaviors), and we can learn to control our thoughts--even if they've become habit. We're not at the mercy of an emotional system automatically placing valuation on experiences."
{ Claire suddenly realized that existence precedes essence
and she was free to kill all the old gods }
29 July 2010
27 July 2010
Film | Sunset Boulevard
1950 | 110m | BW | USA | Showbiz Drama, Satire | TSPDT #31
A hack screenwriter writes a screenplay for a former silent-film star who has faded into Hollywood obscurity.
DIRECTOR
Billy Wilder
OSCAR
Billy Wilder, Charles Brackett, D.M. Marshman, Jr (screenplay)
Hans Dreier, John Meehan, Sam Comer, Ray Moyer (art direction)
Franz Waxman (music)
William Holden, Gloria Swanson, Erich Von Stroheim, Nancy Olson, Fred Clark, Lloyd Gough, Franklin Farnum, Larry Blake, Charles Dayton, Cecil B. DeMille
IMPRESSIONS
Full of ostentatious visual, usual for Wilder, and compositions that evoked the air of Phantom of the Opera, and Kane's Xanadu.
It's rather negative, and this is probably the reason I'd never seen the film - my father was a huge Billy Wilder fan but never introduced me to this film as he found it too depressing.
I love the huge close up of the white gloved hands as they play Beethoven on the wheezy pipe organ as the trapped gigolo flutters in the background. Wilder's acidic, yet nostalgic, traipse through the film industry's haunted house could certainly be re-watched endlessly.
You can't help but feel sorry for Norma (Gloria Swanson), the megalomanic silent movie queen, whose attempts to stay youthful into her fifties paradoxically make her seem a thousand years old. Norma lives in a decaying mansion on Sunset Boulevard, holding a midnight funeral for her pet monkey, scrawling an unproducable script, and dreaming of an impossible comeback ("I hate that word! This will be a return!").
Even Wilder gives strange affection to the has-been Norma, and the never-was Joe, with a somewhat sadistic use of such ravaged and frozen silent era faces as Buster Keaton, H. B. Warner and Anna Q Nilsson. I love Norma's line: "I'm big, it's the pictures that got small!"
The dialogue is beautiful and often poetic, especially Joe's narration of the story. There are some great one liners too, and I almost feel that this film in some ways will be just an enjoyable to read.
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A hack screenwriter writes a screenplay for a former silent-film star who has faded into Hollywood obscurity.
DIRECTOR
Billy Wilder
SCREENPLAY
Billy Wilder, Charles Brackett, D.M. Marshman, Jr
OSCAR
Billy Wilder, Charles Brackett, D.M. Marshman, Jr (screenplay)
Hans Dreier, John Meehan, Sam Comer, Ray Moyer (art direction)
Franz Waxman (music)
OSCAR NOMINATION
Charles Brackett (producer)
Billy Wilder (director)
William Holden (actor)
Gloria Swanson (actress)
Erich von Stoheim (actor is supporting role)
Nancy Olson (actress in supporting role)
John F. Seitz (photography)
Doane Harrison, Arthur P. Schmidt (editing)
CAST Billy Wilder (director)
William Holden (actor)
Gloria Swanson (actress)
Erich von Stoheim (actor is supporting role)
Nancy Olson (actress in supporting role)
John F. Seitz (photography)
Doane Harrison, Arthur P. Schmidt (editing)
William Holden, Gloria Swanson, Erich Von Stroheim, Nancy Olson, Fred Clark, Lloyd Gough, Franklin Farnum, Larry Blake, Charles Dayton, Cecil B. DeMille
IMPRESSIONS
Full of ostentatious visual, usual for Wilder, and compositions that evoked the air of Phantom of the Opera, and Kane's Xanadu.
It's rather negative, and this is probably the reason I'd never seen the film - my father was a huge Billy Wilder fan but never introduced me to this film as he found it too depressing.
I love the huge close up of the white gloved hands as they play Beethoven on the wheezy pipe organ as the trapped gigolo flutters in the background. Wilder's acidic, yet nostalgic, traipse through the film industry's haunted house could certainly be re-watched endlessly.
You can't help but feel sorry for Norma (Gloria Swanson), the megalomanic silent movie queen, whose attempts to stay youthful into her fifties paradoxically make her seem a thousand years old. Norma lives in a decaying mansion on Sunset Boulevard, holding a midnight funeral for her pet monkey, scrawling an unproducable script, and dreaming of an impossible comeback ("I hate that word! This will be a return!").
Even Wilder gives strange affection to the has-been Norma, and the never-was Joe, with a somewhat sadistic use of such ravaged and frozen silent era faces as Buster Keaton, H. B. Warner and Anna Q Nilsson. I love Norma's line: "I'm big, it's the pictures that got small!"
The dialogue is beautiful and often poetic, especially Joe's narration of the story. There are some great one liners too, and I almost feel that this film in some ways will be just an enjoyable to read.
As a side note to remember, for myself: I like the narration at the beginning "you've come to the right party" - another alternative would be an off screen monologue as the narrator tells another character - although this wasn't the case in this film.NO. 1Sure we believe you, only now wewant you to believe us. That carbetter be back here by noon tomorrow,or there's going to be fireworks.
GILLISYou say the cutest things.
SHOTS
GILLIS
Come to think of it, the whole place seemed
to have been stricken with a kind of
creeping paralysis, out of beat with the
rest of the world, crumbling apart in slow
motion ...
NORMA
Thank you, Jonesy. And teach
your friend some manners. Tell
him without me he wouldn't have
any job, because without me there
wouldn't be any Paramount Studio.
DEMILLE
Of course you didn't. You didn't
know Norma Desmond as a plucky
little girl of seventeen, with
more courage and wit and heart
than ever came together in one
youngster.
1ST ASSISTANT
I hear she was a terror to
work with.
DEMILLE
She got to be. A dozen press
agents working overtime can
do terrible things to the human
spirit.
(to the set)
Hold everything.
GILLISThat's the trouble with youreaders. You know all the plots.
GILLIS
May I say you smell real special.
BETTY
It must be my new shampoo.
GILLIS
That's no shampoo. It'smore like
a pile of freehly laundred hand-
kerchiefs, like a brand new auto-
mobile. How old are you anyway?
BETTY
Twenty-two.
GILLIS
That's it -- there's nothing like
being twenty-two. Now may I suggest
that if we're ever to finish this
story you keep at least two feet
away from me ... Now back to the
typewriter.
26 July 2010
Film | Bicycle Thieves
1948 | 93m | B&W | Italy | Family Drama, Urban Drama, Coming of Age | TSPDT #14
A man and his son search Rome for a stolen bicycle vital for his job.
DIRECTOR
Vittoria De Sica
OSCAR
Giuseppe Amato, Vittorio De Sica (honorary award - best foreign language film)
CAST
Lamberto Maggiorani, Lianella Carell, Enzo Staiola, Elena Altieri, Vittorio Antonucci, Gino Saltamerenda
IMPRESSIONS
In this film, the bicycle is not just a means of transportation for Antonio Ricci (Lamberto Maggiorani), but also a symbol of the desperate situation facing the people of postwar Italy. Ricco is thrilled to have a new job, and new bicycle. But very soon he goes from this:
Without a bicycle, Ricci has no job, and no hope for the future. You feel so sorry for Ricci with his little boy Bruno (Enzo Staiola) in tow, as they crisscross around town trying to recover their bike, encountering various aspects of Roman society, including some of the more acute class differences, in the process. I even found myself scouring the screen looking for a trace of his bike, while intermittently worrying that Bruno would get lost when he so often wanders off in the labyrinth of ancient lanes.
This film is possibly the greatest depiction of a relationship between father and son in cinema history - part of the reason I was so curious to see it. It's full of subtle fluctuations and evolving graduations between the two characters in terms of trust and respect, and it's an awesome heart breaker.
This is really the turning point of the film, as RICCI is a caring father and upright citizen who loves his family and gives time to the poor suspect to get his free tin off beans, and thereby loosing his lead, who morphs into a new callous creature fighting for his family's survival. It's about the lines we cross in times of desperation, and it's easy to wonder how many families were going through similar transformations during this period.
The film also has moments of Chaplin-esque comedy: the contrasting behaviour between the two boys having lunch at the same restaurant. The father and son were acted so well. The father is both tender and harsh. And the kid is so strong willed and passionately Italian, it's phenomenal. I just want to say this one Italian line with the same conviction he does:
The film also features some of the best bicycle doubling around:
Italian Neorealism's principles and visual style has influenced much of international art cinema, and also Hollywood's film noir, and the social problem films of the 1940s and 1950s, the British New Wave of the 1960s and Third Cinema movements such as Cinema Novo in Brazil and post-revolutionary Cuban cinema. Its social vision and conventions were taken up by politically committed filmmakers in Africa, Latin America, and also Asia during the revolutionary fervour of the 1960s.
A man and his son search Rome for a stolen bicycle vital for his job.
DIRECTOR
Vittoria De Sica
SCREENPLAY
Cesare Zavattini, Suso Cecchi d'Amico, Vittorio De Sica, Oreste Biancoli, Adolfo Franci & Gerardo Guerrieri, from the novel Ladri di Biciclette by Luigi Bartolini
OSCAR
Giuseppe Amato, Vittorio De Sica (honorary award - best foreign language film)
OSCAR NOMINATION
Cesare Zavattini (screenplay)
Lamberto Maggiorani, Lianella Carell, Enzo Staiola, Elena Altieri, Vittorio Antonucci, Gino Saltamerenda
TRIVIA
Long mistranslated as "The Bicycle Thief"
IMPRESSIONS
In this film, the bicycle is not just a means of transportation for Antonio Ricci (Lamberto Maggiorani), but also a symbol of the desperate situation facing the people of postwar Italy. Ricco is thrilled to have a new job, and new bicycle. But very soon he goes from this:
... to this:
This film is possibly the greatest depiction of a relationship between father and son in cinema history - part of the reason I was so curious to see it. It's full of subtle fluctuations and evolving graduations between the two characters in terms of trust and respect, and it's an awesome heart breaker.
BRUNO
I wouldn't have let him go for his tin
RICCI slaps BRUNO. RICCI is surprised at his own behaviour. BRUNO cries and and stumbles off into the shrubs. RICCI apologizes in fast Italian.
BRUNO
Why hit me?
RICCI
Because you deserved it.
This is really the turning point of the film, as RICCI is a caring father and upright citizen who loves his family and gives time to the poor suspect to get his free tin off beans, and thereby loosing his lead, who morphs into a new callous creature fighting for his family's survival. It's about the lines we cross in times of desperation, and it's easy to wonder how many families were going through similar transformations during this period.
The film also has moments of Chaplin-esque comedy: the contrasting behaviour between the two boys having lunch at the same restaurant. The father and son were acted so well. The father is both tender and harsh. And the kid is so strong willed and passionately Italian, it's phenomenal. I just want to say this one Italian line with the same conviction he does:
The film also features some of the best bicycle doubling around:
GENRE
It's apparently one of the best examples of Italian Neorealism, and it is the first film of this genre that I have seen. Director Vitorrio De Sica, along with Luchino Visconti and Roberto Rossellini, had trained and worked in the commercial Italian film industry before WWII, and produced startling and distinctive films that captured the reality of physical devastation, the moral degradation, and the human suffering of the war years. In the words of De Seca:
"the experience of the war was so decisive for us all. Each felt the mad desire to throw away the old stories of the Italian cinema, to plant the camera in the midst of real life."Neorealism presents everyday life through stories involving working-class or poor protagonists, also makes use of location shooting, long takes, natural lighting, non-professional actors, venacular dialogue, grainy black-and-white film stock, and unobtrusive editing. Some of these choices derive partly from the economic circumstances of the film makers at the time.
Italian Neorealism's principles and visual style has influenced much of international art cinema, and also Hollywood's film noir, and the social problem films of the 1940s and 1950s, the British New Wave of the 1960s and Third Cinema movements such as Cinema Novo in Brazil and post-revolutionary Cuban cinema. Its social vision and conventions were taken up by politically committed filmmakers in Africa, Latin America, and also Asia during the revolutionary fervour of the 1960s.
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