Breakfast with Hunter

A documentaric glimpse into his days of Hollywood fame. But not one that showcases his originality unfortunately. Lots of footage of his toy boys/girls, the likes of Johnny Depp & Johnny Cusack and various others, reading his works with the Hunter smugly reminiscing. But as the words are read, and as he speaks of his writing, one realises that the beauty lies in his writing. Like good butter chicken -  unobtrusive but immensely involving. Making me wanting to read more. The film was made before his goodnight speech:

Football season is over

No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun -- for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax -- This won't hurt.

He was in control apparently. One will never know. 

Owl's farm, one of the cool things that one learns from the movie, is the centre for art appreciation these days.

Rating: * * +

You, Me and Dupree

This one is all about Owen Wilson. Couple of things actually - the first bit I came across before watching the movie: an open letter from Steely Dan to Luke Wilson complaining about his brother & the title of this movie. The second: one realises during this movie, as to why Owen tried committing suicide almost a year later i.e the unexpected presence of the great cyclist - who stole Owen's girl-friend a few months after this movie. And yes, don't bother watching this movie, if you like comedy.

PS: while researching this movie, came across this other open letter from Steely Dan to Wes Anderson. Seemingly pissed off at his soderberghesque relationship with Owen Wilson and Jason Schwartzman. Walter and Don come across as surly, opinionated drunkards, like many of us.

Rating: * +

Factotum

It's just a slow day
Moving into a slow night
It doesn't matter
It doesn't matter what you do

Henry Chinaski (Matt Dillon) drifts from job to job in an alcoholic storm. The only anchor for him is his writing. The rest is all inconsequential. Based on the stories of Charles Bukowski, the film shows you a side of Matt Dillon that has never been seen before.

Rating: * * * *
PS: The film strangely resonates with the way I feel at this moment...