This looks like a /tv/ copypasta.This clown.
Señorita Goldie uses Letterboxd to share film reviews and lists. 4,369 films watched. Favorites: Intolerance: Love's Struggle Throughout the Ages (1916), Moana (1926), Incredibles 2 (2018), Cactus Flower (1969). Bio: Anti-cinema. (does the lego undermine the sexy?) Greatest: Griffith, Flaherty...letterboxd.com
(does the lego undermine the sexy?)
Greatest: Griffith, Flaherty, Stroheim, Strand, Eisenstein, Sternberg, Ruttmann, Walt Disney, Chaplin, Sandler, Wyler, Capra, Godard, Bayformers, Friedberg & Seltzer, St. Clair, Walsh, Demille, Stoney, Dwan, Henry King, Barker, Saks, Quine, Brown, Titans GO
worst: ozu, lynch, bugman, bresson, kubrick, lang, welles, ford, hitchcock
The foundation of my thought process:
My interests lie in a cumuluative approach to cultural designation and study. I'm concerned about what the failures and achievements of prior generations entail for the future and what the weight of that history bears on macro-micro social engagement. It is why I play very little emphasis on the creative voice because I largely don't see creativity or individuality. I see bubbles, and within those bubbles, sects of groups that think themselves to be impressive or inferior, not realizing that each and every one of them resides in a bubble. For many still active, they anticipate an end, but with me, I feel as though the end has either happened (2007) or is constant because all around me I see glaze and trite competitive onedownmanship. Perhaps that is my "schizoid" personality that weighs my perception, but I was never a downer nor a whiner. Neither have I ever advocated for such. What I do feel is that I have a sense for real consequence, but my predisposition prevents me from steering away, instead wishing to correct the apathetic stares of the cinephiliac zombie
The reason why I attack so many works is because film, as a medium, is compounded by a near-insurmountable pile of fermented bilge that has crept its way into the crevices of people's egos and subsequently replaced vacant personalities. People define themselves by the films they watch, not really ever getting near or grasping why this piece of visual and audio stimulus resonates with them. They are always using terms such as "seeming" or "oneiric" without ever really contemplating how something that requires physicality could come across as such nor ever really stumbling across the OBJECTIVE notions of what is they glimpsed and had wash over them as another ad in the ecospace, centered on diverting their attention towards an illusively inward autostasis. I'm not one to say I have all the answers because I as well am partially lost, but what separates me from the mass and middling tiers is that i'm not a watcher. I am actively engaging with the works I look at, my mind is racing, many things remissed because of my short-term memory and the ease of losing important ideas and connections I conceptualize. I believe in my senses and have confidence through my immense awareness that picks up on slightest details that go by even the most discerning of individuals, but in my occasional foggy gaze, what I find to be the guiding path for me is working backwards and eliminating what I can firmly justify as antithetical to ideal, as unnecessary, as illusive, as trickery much akin to how Godard said in looking for the future of the post-cinema landscape he anticipated and envisioned, he wanted to return to Griffith and Chaplin and see where at the beginning, the seams were unpulled, where divergent paths in the medium were made and where the constraints in the commercial realm as well as limitations of the independent were first organized.
I am of a long-dead breed, an anomaly in the ecochamber of cinephilia. Firm and dedicated advocate of anti-cinema. Anti-Romantic alarm.
Thought and Personality:
Everything is connected (eastern philosophy); and language is the abstract solidification (Heraclitus); find the root, the connection, then reattach, move, transform, or unplug. The visual language of film allows for the opportunity to transcend sense and achieve freeform consciousness through rhythmic intonation of the beyond (how one can learn dialectics and philosophy through Griffith, Flaherty, and Eisenstein without even reading); that is why the introduction of film has the propensity to incur the end and the rebirth of humanity, for its assemblage is made up of all components (physics, language) to reflect the human spirit; the refraction of collision between subject's thought and screen creates the beyond
Prediction for behavior and disaster with a person is associated with his personality and what he thinks. A plant is from a seed. If there is no seed, then there is no plant. So, there is no seed of thought, the action will not occur.
Because humans are based on energy, they're not all too different from machines; the spirit is the pretentious, ambiguity is the real, the agnosticism of the spiritual, the malleability and the disingenuous seen in Griffith and Demille creates pure essence (the sense of true power)
I have immense propensity for problem-solving and innate intelligence, but my biggest flaw is the slow-burst energy module (passive in public, tested remaining passive, burst when pushed to edge - this is linked with short-term memory); The lack of control seen in Griffith and Eisenstein - Gods; I share with Griffith organization but immense disorganization; I share possibly with Griffith but certainly with Eisenstein sociopathy and a fusion of comedy and incredible darkness
I have immense sense and awareness grabbed from my father and understanding grabbed from my mother and father; Constant doubt shared with father, dates back to possible Jewish origins (striking similarity between Jewish and black shared incompatibility with respective kind)
Perhaps I have the God personality - Heraclitus; stark fluctuation between benevolent and malevolent sociopath brought about by conditioning of horror movies, teasing and sensitivity, and yelling and punishment by father and mother, death of mother and near-death of father shows the predestined traumatic solidification - enjoyment of exploiting psychological reduction of others - TRUTH (CORE) - (personality hindrance prevents humanity from reaching truth since personality is catalyst for thought, truth is more frightening than illusion and pushes away others) - reserved from humanity, dissatisfied with humans but enjoy observing from beyond - I lack desire, I desire truth, I derive entertainment from finding truth and its essence. Reading at early age allowed me to prosper - the knack for philosophical and psychological thinking
Big indication of God personality - how do I know people and can psychologically reduce if I do not spend time with people? (Extra-sensitive awareness)
The misanthrope is either a wild beast or a God, not because he is uncaring, but because he expects better, the testing (teacher and student); the mutual respect between teachers (me and mine, willing to listen to wise) is representative
Unpredictability and comedy:
Comedy is defense mechanism for fear (Bergson); comedy is the foundation of thought (no difference between irony, contradiction, and dialectics because they are all linked with comedy, the disposition of the serious action, the counterweight of productivity - EVERYTHING is linked to counter-energy (physics); Moving Counter – ENERGY TRANSFORMATIONS AND LAW OF CONSERVATION
Humor requires incongruity. Beauty is subjective. Superimpose both, you get neither.
I respond so well to camp because I have an extra-sensitivity towards a range of emotions; I can detect the inner, outer, and meta; the meta is linked to spiritual, spiritual is linked to my minority roots (Native American).
Silly is clown makeup and bushy mustache. Quirky is suede suit with flowerprint (i.e. sublimated queerity)
Campy is rolled eyes and smacked bubblegum. Post-irony is overexpressive smirk with lowered brow (i.e. anime)
Modernism is rollercoasters and funnel cakes. Postmodernism is reefer and texting (i.e. grunge, rock, punk, pop, and rap music)
My personality prevents me from getting absorbed in the freewheeling nonsense beyond passive entertainment. I respect its purpose, it has merit, but my God inhibitions prevent me from being wrapped around escapism. I have an overwhelming, supposedly autistic, obsession with challenging people to be better. Not necessarily be successful but remove their negative aspects. People think I like Demille and Griffith or Bay for entertainment. It's nowhere near the case. I like them for having cultural dialogue. That is preeminent function. But I'm very much wrapped around the complexities of my mind. I DERIVE entertainment from authenticity and truthfulness. Seeing the recontextualization of conflict, its rewrapping. So, I'm very much ALIEN. I have to insert into other's shoes very much like Stroheim, to know what they find entertaining. And often, I like to do so, as exploitation that revolves around to destroying what they like.
The weak-minded will label me a contrarian, a troll, pretentious, or even a PARODY account, as they do with everyone else that poses challenge to them, I'm not a contrarian in any way. I genuinely don't care about the majority of movies. Nothing I see applies to what I would deem 'art.' Altman agreed, why I put that quote in that Sunrise video of mine. What I consider shit, what I consider quality, is completely detached from the standards of which most of you normally consider "good movies", so don't bother trying to pull a "he lieks sandler but h8s welles!!!" on me to distract from you being too inept to argue. I'm always glowing with endorsement over many "beloved" cinephile darlings, such as Chaplin, Spielberg, and Disney, this ALSO extends to "mass entertainment" that cinephiles shriek in terror at the sight of, such as Transformers, Sandler, Friedberg/Seltzer, etc. My main target for criticism is films of the ARTHOUSE variety. The butchering and vulgarization of cinematic language for the purpose of some director's bullshit self-expression, for other cinephiles to feel "emotionally transcendent" for 2 hours while staring at a screen, neither parties achieving any significant change in their environment, instead choosing to throw their fists in the air at "The Man" in an endless loop. Thanks to these types, we now see film adapting mass variant of musical stimulation. No longer theory, now emotional and mood stabilizer as escape from modern existence.
Me, I'm just tired of Redditors that have such huge fucking heads but are middlebrow as fuck
Gotta peg'em down a notch
We could probably add Kimberly Kubus as a lolcow if we stretch the definition to "eccentric weirdo"
Does he get upset because he's a true connesour of anime and doesn't watch "popular trash", or because he feels he knows more and doesn't want people upstaging him?I've known this guy since highschool who meets most requirements of being a lolcow (or at least, what I think the requirements are). Completely anime obsessed, autistic (and refuses to get help for it), somewhat racist/sexist, always makes himself out to be the victim, loud and larger than life, nitpicky-- you name it. He'll constantly spout stuff about how you're wrong for liking something, and says pretty much anything that comes to mind, no matter how offensive, how loud (the guy can't whisper), or how inappropriate of a location it is (loudly admitted to having accounts on HentaiHaven in public).
It doesn't take much at ALL to get a good reaction out of him.
Things that have made him either freak out or go into a fit of fury (knocking shit off of tables) include:
-Jokingly disliking one of his Youtube videos
-Beating him at Super Smash Brothers (I got a surprise spraydown in Pepsi for this one)
-Having his e-mail address signed up to the Fox News newsletter (showed him how to unsubscribe, still chimped out)
-Google+ shutting down
-Mentioning anything related to a "mainstream anime"
and countless, countless other things. I could write a whole decade's worth of random weird shit he's done or said, but I don't really have the brain cells to.
Despite all of this, though, the guy is pretty nice at his core (AKA when he takes his fucking meds). It's not uncommon that he apologizes for the weird shit he does, and he can be a pretty cool guy when he feels like it. It's just that, pretty much everytime I think of him, I think of how in 10 years, I'll probably be getting e-mails from new age lolcow historians asking me for details to be put on his version of the CWCki.
Both, pretty much. No one is allowed to even mention the names of anything along the lines of Pokemon or Naruto-- even if it's another weeaboo.Does he get upset because he's a true connesour of anime and doesn't watch "popular trash", or because he feels he knows more and doesn't want people upstaging him?