Sentences with phrase «narrative dead ends»

Lost is a TV show about mysteries, half - truths and narrative dead ends.

While a comedy with ample kooky characterizations, satirical situations, and lots of other - worldly effects would seem right up Burton's alley, all he can manage are a few scattered laughs, some hammy performances, and lots of oddball narrative dead ends.

The killer, giving away nothing, is bad special effect George Harvey (Stanley Tucci), the next - door neighbour with a dollhouse fetish whom Jackson follows to a narrative dead end and dispatches of cleanly.

Not exact matches

Films that might have fit this putative strand included the charming but overlong Timeless Stories, co-written and directed by Vasilis Raisis (and winner of the Michael Cacoyannis Award for Best Greek Film), a story that follows a couple (played by different actors at different stages of the characters» lives) across the temporal loop of their will - they, won't - they relationship from childhood to middle age and back again — essentially Julio Medem - lite, or Looper rewritten by Richard Curtis; Michalis Giagkounidis's 4 Days, where the young antiheroine watches reruns of Friends, works in an underpatronized café, freaks out her hairy stalker by coming on to him, takes photographs and molests invalids as a means of staving off millennial ennui, and causes ripples in the temporal fold, but the film is as dead as she is, so you hardly notice; Bob Byington's Infinity Baby, which may be a «science - fiction comedy» about a company providing foster parents with infants who never grow up, but is essentially the same kind of lame, unambitious, conformist indie comedy that has characterized U.S. independent cinema for way too long — static, meticulously framed shots in pretentious black and white, amoral yet supposedly lovable characters played deadpan by the usual suspects (Kieran Culkin, Nick Offerman, Megan Mullally, Kevin Corrigan), reciting apparently nihilistic but essentially soft - center dialogue, jangly indie music at the end, and a pretty good, if belated, Dick Cheney joke; and Petter Lennstrand's loveably lo - fi Up in the Sky, shown in the Youth Screen section, about a young girl abandoned by overworked parents at a sinister recycling plant, who is reluctantly adopted by a reconstituted family of misfits and marginalized (mostly puppets) who are secretly building a rocket — it's for anyone who has ever loved the Tintin moon adventures, books with resourceful heroines, narratives with oddball gangs, and the legendary episode of Angel where David Boreanaz turned into a Muppet.

His strong performance provides crucial ballast to the winding narrative of Milk's life, which hits a lot of dead ends and detours before his rise to political and cultural prominence.

The execution of this story, though, avoids anger and resentment against such a system (A dead - end character of an American exchange student - turned - activist, voiced by Greta Gerwig, provides that angle to little narrative or thematic effect).

 Dead Space Ignition features a unique â $ œChoose Your Own Adventureâ $ type narrative, allowing players to survive the initial Necromorph outbreak on the Sprawl in multiple ways, with four different endings.

Chuck & Buck «s murky non-look agreed with its queasy, off - kilter narrative, but it felt like a dead end.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

«This collection proposes a reassessment of abstraction in terms of opacity, resistance and withdrawal, retrieving a narrative of artistic, philosophical and political complexity in a term once consigned to the dead end of modernism.

Her closest peer is Frank Stella, but while Stella elaborately diagramed the dead end of hardcore formalism — the idea that art is a sort of Nautilus machine for the eye muscle — Murray heralded painting's desire to get wet again, roll around in pigment, humor, narrative and sex.

Or a complete dead - end based on unproven, uneconomical tech and a narrative acceptable to (and promoted by) incumbent fossil fuel players?

Like the cooling of the 1970's that they have tried to push into oblivion, in the future they will down play the certainty and alarm that the whole scam was sold on, and try to shift the narrative to the slow methodical march of good science solving a very complex problem that involved a few dead end ideas that took decades to prove were non-productive.