“A” is forda alligator...
Who lives in da lagoon...
“B” is forda beignets...
Dat ya eat wit yo fingers...
Not some silver spoon...
“C” is forda crawfish...
Dat ya eat wit ya fingers, yea...
“D” is forda doberge cake...
Take an extra piece home...
......
only today... singin' in the rain... has anyone noticed, what an old movie looked and felt like, gene kelly smiling till it would probably start hurting... apart from the technicolor magic of acrylic glee of welcomed colour... how much little the editing process took... how the old yield of actors had to remember more, how editing would never have to take up to 20 angles for a 2 minute sequence... how back then shots were done with a panorama intention... even if there was no panorama to begin with - no western zooming out riding across a valley western... modern cinema has become so disorientating... i can imagine only one hell... even correcting the spelling mistakes of a dyslexic would seem like heaven... compared to the sort of editing / cutting that the modern movie has to involve... once upon a time the cinema had ambitions to translate theatre - and there would be a stage (a prolonged frame) - where actors could forget their lines... 1950s cinema... so little editing...
what wouldn't i do to peer from behind
the glassy glittering eyes
of king george III...
in the drama adaptation
when john adams (played by paul giamatti)
is entertained by george III
(tom hollander) - what i wouldn't
......
Amateur associates amass along adjudicated
battlefields, brandishing boldened bayonets and
ceremoniously ceasing cessation of contentedness.
Directors dispatch the distinguished duty:
“Erase the entire entitled empire!”
Fire falls ferociously upon fiefs of feudal foes,
guilds of gilded ghosts greedily grasp to the
hollow hope of “humanity’s” harmony.
Inept intellectuals irregularly interject as
judge, jury, and justifiers, jovially joining
......
“A” is forda alligator...
Who lives in da lagoon...
“B” is forda beignets...
Dat ya eat wit yo fingers...
Not some silver spoon...
“C” is forda crawfish...
Dat ya eat wit ya fingers, yea...
“D” is forda doberge cake...
Take an extra piece home...
......
Amateur associates amass along adjudicated
battlefields, brandishing boldened bayonets and
ceremoniously ceasing cessation of contentedness.
Directors dispatch the distinguished duty:
“Erase the entire entitled empire!”
Fire falls ferociously upon fiefs of feudal foes,
guilds of gilded ghosts greedily grasp to the
hollow hope of “humanity’s” harmony.
Inept intellectuals irregularly interject as
judge, jury, and justifiers, jovially joining
......
only today... singin' in the rain... has anyone noticed, what an old movie looked and felt like, gene kelly smiling till it would probably start hurting... apart from the technicolor magic of acrylic glee of welcomed colour... how much little the editing process took... how the old yield of actors had to remember more, how editing would never have to take up to 20 angles for a 2 minute sequence... how back then shots were done with a panorama intention... even if there was no panorama to begin with - no western zooming out riding across a valley western... modern cinema has become so disorientating... i can imagine only one hell... even correcting the spelling mistakes of a dyslexic would seem like heaven... compared to the sort of editing / cutting that the modern movie has to involve... once upon a time the cinema had ambitions to translate theatre - and there would be a stage (a prolonged frame) - where actors could forget their lines... 1950s cinema... so little editing...
what wouldn't i do to peer from behind
the glassy glittering eyes
of king george III...
in the drama adaptation
when john adams (played by paul giamatti)
is entertained by george III
(tom hollander) - what i wouldn't
......