My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done?
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"Blue Velvet captured something crucial about the way the U.S. present acted upon our nerve endings, something crucial that couldn't be analyzed or reduced to a system of codes or aesthetic principles or workshop techniques. The movie helped me realize that first-rate experimentalism is a way not to 'transcend' or 'rebel against' the truth but actually to *honor* it. It brought home that the very most important artistic communications take place at a level that not only isn't intellectual but isn't even fully conscious, that the unconscious's true medium isn't verbal but imagistic, and that whether the images are Realistic or Postmodern or Expressionistic or Surreal or what-the-hell-ever is less important than whether they feel true, whether they ring psychic cherries in the communicatee."
The important question is whether it succeeds at ringing psychic cherries. I can't speak for you, but for me the scene (beginning around the 20th minute) where Ingrid is trying to "straighten" the bed, and Brad comes and sits on it and wants to play music for her, and the mom barges in with brownies, "I'm just so happy for you both. ... Brad, can't you see that Ingrid is trying to straighten the bed?", the momentary look back before she leaves, "can't she ever knock?", and then she barges in again a few moments later, this time with wine, and then the prolonged, eerily-adoring stare--hoo boy that was one of the creepiest and realest and most magical scenes I've seen.
You cannot watch this as a normal movie, expecting clear answers, logic, or even linearity.Read more ›
The mood created by Herzog and the script by Herbert Golder indicate that they were intending to focus on the type of film Lynch makes normally, especially as Lynch was the executive producer of this film. Perhaps the script was the reason Lynch decided to executive produce the script by Golder, which I thought was a perfectly oblique and befuddling script, the kind we normally expect from the pen of someone like Lynch or Charlie Kaufman, something that you can't wrap your mind around intellectually and the kind that deconstructing seems to only lead to further labyrinthine layers of metaphysical cul-de-sacs and switchbacks. Essentially, it is more suited for people who enjoy Lynch rather than Herzog's admirers. But it really works for both demographics, since Lynch people tend to also be Herzog people and vice-versa.
It is probably a great testament to Herbert Golder that both Lynch and Herzog signed on to this film. I see it as an unprecedented collaboration in some ways. Herzog doing his version of Lynch is also without precedent, since Herzog has always executed only what he wants, his own vision. So I see this film almost as Herzog's acknowledgment, tribute to, and admiration of David Lynch.Read more ›
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A bit slow but thank you Werner. I'm a huge fan ! I've dreamed of working with you for decades.Published 6 months ago by Claude D. Cobert
Disappointing. Not great. An intriguing story but not edited or directed that well.Published 18 months ago by Sara
OK not to happy with this movie, took to olongto get to the plot.. (WAS THER ONE) Who knows I fell asleep 3 times watching it!Published on July 3, 2013 by Anthony
The problem with Werner Herzog since he moved to the US is that he has tried to adapt to standard story telling film making after a long absence from anything like it (Berg's play... Read morePublished on April 5, 2013 by Carlos Icaza Estrada
My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done? (Werner Herzog, 2009)
I have spent years singing Werner Herzog's praises every time I see one of his movies. Read more
Much better than the cover and the back of the case lead you to believe. I was pleasantly surprised in this random movie viewing as I expected it to be somewhat poor but it was... Read morePublished on February 22, 2013 by Mr. Joe Newman
Shannon is pitch perfect with his madness, starting from a Peruvian kayaking trip he demurs from (the scene of the start of another of Herzog's great films on insanity, Aguirre:... Read morePublished on February 1, 2013 by Cosmoetica