“The so-called 'Left-Hand Path' - that of Kaulas, Siddhas and Viras - combines the... Tantric worldview with a doctrine of the Ɯbermensch which would put Nietzsche to shame... The Vira - which is to say: the 'heroic' man of Tantrism - seeks to sever all bonds, to overcome all duality between good and evil, honor and shame, virtue and guilt. Tantrism is the supreme path of the absolute absence of law - of shvecchacarÄ«, a word meaning 'he whose law is his own will'." ― Julius Evola, The Path of Cinnabar.

“It is necessary to have “watchers” at hand who will bear witness to the values of Tradition in ever more uncompromising and firm ways, as the anti-traditional forces grow in strength. Even though these values cannot be achieved, it does not mean that they amount to mere “ideas.” These are measures…. Let people of our time talk about these things with condescension as if they were anachronistic and anti-historical; we know that this is an alibi for their defeat. Let us leave modern men to their “truths” and let us only be concerned about one thing: to keep standing amid a world of ruins.” ― Julius Evola, Revolt Against the Modern World: Politics, Religion, and Social Order in the Kali Yuga.

“We are born into this time and must bravely follow the path to the destined end. There is no other way. Our duty is to hold on to the lost position, without hope, without rescue, like that Roman soldier whose bones were found in front of a door in Pompeii, who died at his post during the eruption of Vesuvius because someone forgot to relieve him. That is greatness. That is what it means to be a thoroughbred. The honorable end is the one that can not be taken from a man.” ― Oswald Spengler, Man and Technics: A Contribution to a Philosophy of Life.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Brief Reviews: Pale Flower, and two others....

It's been awhile since I've posted any film reviews so I'm going to try to get back into the habit of posting even brief notes for the many films I watch on a routine basis. Starting with Pale Flower:

Pale Flower (1964) is easily one of the best films I've seen in a long time. A Japanese Yakuza hitman is released from prison, meets and becomes fixated on a beautiful mysterious woman addicted to gambling and thrills. Every scene in this film could have been packaged as still shots as outstanding photography - the whole film is a visual work of art. The dialogue and plot are outstandingly nihilist on par with any film noir classic. Five Stars.

Two losers:

J. Edgar (2011) As an avid student of history it is one of my common practices, when fixating on a specific period, to identify individuals in key positions whose life-span covers the period of interest, and from there I try to stockpile in-depth biographies that discuss their life, from their vantage point, in some kind of deep context. J. Edgar Hoover is one of those figures who's life spanned the most tumultuous years of the 20th century from the vantage point of a unique insider. Eastwood's film sort of brushes up against some of this before degenerating into a prurient fixation on Hoover's alleged homosexuality. DiCaprio was generally good as Hoover, and Naomi Watts gave a decent performance as his secretary, but neither was enough to salvage this complete waste of time and celluloid. I hope Eastwood makes at least one more notable film before he dies because I would hate to see his last film for posterity be this boring geriatric homosexual love story.

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy (2011) somehow managed to be more boring yet more interesting than J. Edgar on almost every level. Trying to hard to move at an unconventional pace, the film follows an elderly Gary Oldman from room to room, chair to chair, desk to desk, while a pseudo-complex drama concerning a mole unfolds in the background. Being a sucker for spy films I still liked it although I am unable to defend it as a film on any level, and would not really recommend it to anyone but the must-see-all espionage buff. Even then, if they had not seen them yet, I would encourage anyone to see the made for TV series The Company, or the 5-hour biopic/miniseries of Carlos "The Jackal" entitled Carlos before spending time on this over the counter sedative.


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