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Gaz Coombes recommended Here Come the Warm Jets by Brian Eno in Music (curated)

"This goes back a long time for me. This was a real defining record for Supergrass around '95 when we were first starting out. It was on the tour bus all the time and I remember our tour manager at the time really loving it. He'd wake us up every morning knocking on our door going, 'baby's on fire!', doing this mad Eno impression and that would always lift us up and make us laugh. There were so many lyrics that we'd sing at each other. I'd meet Danny and go, 'Cindy tells me…' It had this really long lasting effect on us. It's brilliant, just brilliant. It's Eno being kind of clever but dumb, sophisticated but raw and I think it's brilliant. I love his voice and the double-tracking on it and I think it ended up being quite an iconic sound. It's very unique. And for all of his technical ability, I love that he plays dumb on some of these tracks, you know, like on 'Needles In The Camel's Eye' and the guitars are big, filthy, dirty and horrible things. I love it. We almost did work with Brian Eno. We had a meeting with him in Paris before Diamond Hoo Ha and I can't remember exactly what happened but I think our timing schedules didn't work out. It was something frustrating that meant we couldn't work with him. It's weird one. It's kind of like, are they different Brian Enos? Is it a danger to confuse the Here Come The Warm Jets Brian Eno thinking that he was going to walk into a studio with us and create something that gives you that feeling because he's a different person now. I think he's amazing and he's proved to be still a musical force. An incredible guy and he was a really lovely chap when we met him."

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LoganCrews (2861 KP) rated The Dreamers (2003) in Movies

Dec 3, 2020 (Updated Dec 3, 2020)

The Dreamers (2003)

2003 | Drama, Romance

4.5

(2 Ratings)

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Actual lines of dialogue from this movie:

"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵-𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵."
"𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 [𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦]."
"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘢𝘰 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳... 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴."

The far less entertaining 𝘊𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 meets... idek, the really long talky parts from 𝘛𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰? A woeful experience - uses a ton of intellectual jargon but says next to nothing. On the one hand, perfectly emulates this sort of 20-something who thinks they're the most original being on the planet despite being another clichéd story no one wants to be around... but on the other, at what cost? These people seem beyond insufferable to be around - three pretentious, odious fucks sit around drinking wine and smoking while spewing superficial first-year-film-major histrionics, jerking off, and smelling each others' underwear. Every bit as lumbering, surface-level, and pompous as that sounds. Usually I'm all for these conceited combinations of toxic people, self-destruction, and explicit sex but this is virtual parody levels of this sort of "wants to be a 70s movie really bad" cinema. Has a few good scenes that actually find a palpable mood but otherwise exists almost solely to brag about how many old movies it's seen, uses both those aforementioned films and the real life 1968 Paris riots as not much more than mere window dressing while failing to confront whatever shred of an idea it briefly poses for a scene or two. Eva Green and the dad are the only two tolerable performances. All but begs you to find it audacious and daring with a shit-eating sneer while simultaneously gutting the homosexuality from the original text so this won't steer *too* far off the hetero curve. And then it ends with a total "who cares?". Pretty but dumb. The sex stuff is kind of decent, though.