Part II: Screens, Audiences, and Complicity and Part III: Mann’s Transcendental Cinema are also really good.
On PUBLIC ENEMIES. Part I: Charles Winstead, Mann’s Man « Cinema Truth

Iron Man 2. It’s really pretty when things are blowing up. Admittedly, it’s been a while since I’ve seen a movie with a lot of ‘splosions, so I’m behind on the state of the art. Lots of eye candy, though. The main villain face-offs felt really low-stakes and awkwardly paced. Really erratic writing. I felt like the first one was funnier? Captain America is still my favorite of the few Avengers movies I’ve seen.

MELANCHOLIA or, The Romantic Anti-Sublime | SEQUENCE 1.1 (2012) . Wonderful long, long essay on my favorite Von Trier film.
A great and very wide-ranging study of Lars von Trier’s recent film, one that touches on object-oriented ontology, feminist representation, contemporary film melodrama, the Sublime, non-normative filmmaking, as well as the end of the world.
What more could you ask for?

Payback. Well, no, it’s not particularly inventive. It’s noir-ish and singlemindedly goofy, if a bit one-note, with bonus points for creative violence. Mel Gibson is such a good blend of comedian and tough guy. (There’s a little bit of an aggrieved Bill Murray in there, mixed with something else). Shame that, with all his talent, he managed to torpedo his career of late.
The strong association between poor diets and poverty allows people to use this issue as a cipher for something else they want to say, which is less socially acceptable.
Alzheimer’s could be the most catastrophic impact of junk food | The Guardian
The idealistic kids are funding the Establishment now.
Surprise! It Is Easy to Crowdsource When You’re Famous | The American Conservative
Your beliefs will be the light by which you see, but they will not be what you see and they will not be a substitute for seeing.

The Long Two and Josh Smith | CourtVision.
The reason Atlanta fans melt down when Josh shoots a jumper is dualistic: it’s a low-percentage shot AND he is a beast near the rim.
Ooooohhhh man do NOT get me started.
The biggest pitfall of journalism is not penury but vanity.

Compliance. Man. I have never been so uneasy in a movie theatre. (Not even during the (spoiler!) C-section in Prometheus.) A sustained hour of dread, not entertainment. Powerful stuff. I love when art can make you feel something so strongly, even if what you feel isn’t pleasant. Excellent score, too.

Cognitive Surplus by Clay Shirky
Started reading this last year, finished it a few weeks ago. My favorite sentence from the book which maybe summarizes it best: “The internet is an opportunity machine.”
My other favorite passage, which I’ve already posted, but I’ll repost here anyways:
The stupidest creative act is still a creative act… On the spectrum of creative work, the difference between the mediocre and the good is vast. Mediocrity is, however, still on the spectrum; you can move from mediocre to good in increments. The real gap is between doing nothing and doing something.
Oh, by the way: it’s fun to pay attention to subtitles, especially when a book comes in a hardback/paperback edition — the paperback edition usually shows the evolution (or devolution) of the publisher’s marketing of the book. The hardcover subtitle of Cognitive Surplus is “Creativity and Generosity in a Connected Age” vs. the paperback subtitle, “How Technology Makes Consumers into Collaborators.” When Lewis Hyde’s The Gift came out, the subtitle was “Imagination and the Erotic Life of Property”—later, much later, it was “Creativity and the Artist in the Modern World.”
That favorite passage reminds me of Peter Thiel talking about horizontal business vs. vertical business. Going from 1 to N, copying things that work, incrementally spreading and improving, is hard, yes. But going from 0 to 1 is really, really hard in a very different way.
What happens when your neighbor is a multimillion dollar shrine to sports
Thomas Wheatley bringin’ truth to the people.

Public Enemies. It’s a good ride, and it’s greatest charm and greatest flaw is that it doesn’t have a big arc to it. It’s not dramatic. Fine by me. This is a movie about a single-minded, short-sighted guy, told directly. I’d love to see Johnny Depp in more movies like this (i.e. non-comedy, non-Burton). Not sure about the very last scene, but I’ll give it to him.
Time for updated Michael Mann rankings. The top 3 are set, for sure. The others fluctuate day to day:

Winter’s Bone. Such a damn good movie. Every bit as good as the first time. It has the perfect balance between feeding you information and leaving you in the dark. Who knows what to do next? And I love the little moments of life in the Ozarks: splitting firewood, hunting, neighbors looking after each other, cooking. Between this and Martha Marcy May Marlene, I’ve got to find some more stuff with John Hawkes.
I feel like inspiring political moments these days are just spank-material for aspiring typesetters.
On Michael Mann, Terrence Malick, David Lynch, Wong Kar-wai and Hou Hsiao-hsien, etc.:
The sensualists are bored with dramatic housekeeping. They’re interested in sensations and emotions, occurrences and memories of occurrences. If their films could be said to have a literary voice, it would fall somewhere between third person and first — perhaps as close to first person as the film can get without having the camera directly represent what a character sees.
Yet at the same time sensualist directors have a respect for privacy and mystery. They are attuned to tiny fluctuations in mood (the character’s and the scene’s). But they’d rather drink lye than tell you what a character is thinking or feeling – or, God forbid, have a character tell you what he’s thinking or feeling. The point is to inspire associations, realizations, epiphanies — not in the character, although that sometimes happens, but in the moviegoer.
You can tell by watching the sensualists’ films, with their startling cuts, lyrical transitions, off-kilter compositions and judicious use of slow motion as emotional italics, that they believe we experience life not as dramatic arcs or plot points or in-the-moment revelations, but as moments that cohere and define themselves in hindsight — as markers that don’t seem like markers when they happen.

Mission Impossible. The gadgets have not aged well, but the rest of the film definitely has. Max is one of the best characters of the ‘90s.

Days of Heaven. Re-watched. Re-loved. Still near the top of my all-time list. (My first viewing.)
Gone are the golden days when an author’s bio blurb read like an obituary. Date and place of birth, occupation, current abode, names and dates of publications, year of death (if applicable): this was, apparently, all an educated public really needed to know about their writers to be able to ‘place’ their work. And as staid and conventional as that may now seem, there’s a lot to be said for this approach.

Star Trek. This is more space opera than intellectual scifi salon, for better or worse. The best comparison I can think of is Rise of the Planet of the Apes: It’s not an all-time great movie, not really even close, but it’s great at what it does. Silly adventure that’s nice to look at. The cameo is dopey. But I do hope that movies following this reboot are a little more nerdy.