This weekend two movies, back to back “The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus” and “Inception.” The 48 hour Chinese Water Torture justly served cold. The two confused as follows:
Imaginarium – Worth it to hear the lyric – “We are the children of the world and we have suffered for your sins” and the visage of Lily Cole’s Valentina, what a lensful.
Inception, the plot? “Man walks into a special effects machine. Things happen.” Seriously, a finely mad movie of elaborate construction that ends up the design of an architect. The fect of this film is as bad as seeing Jaws for a kid who is going to the beach the next day. You will never sleep again because when you go to bed and sit up in your jammies, you dream about you sitting up in your jammies. And you are really sitting up in your jammies. That kind of thing. Reminds me of a conversation with Gary Wolf (Wired) when we both determined to have a hundred French meals in San Francisco. May have been dreaming there.
As any good googler knows, Terry Gilliam never injected his child suffering song into the world wide brain. I listened. Here’s my take. With my devious variant.
The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus
We Are The Children of The World
lyrics: Terry Gilliam