Posts Tagged ‘movie’

Fabricated Truth 3.0

Freitag, Januar 18th, 2013

When I started this blog, more than five years ago, I had no idea where it was headed. I wrote about all manner of things, but mostly about film. I wrote literally hundreds of what I called “Minute Movie Reviews”, starting with Bottle Rocket and culminating, years later, with The Good German. I wrote about other things as well, but that was merely a sideshow. It was all about film. I wrote about the writers’ strike in Hollywood. I wrote about the Award Season (And for those that read German, I urge to again remember why the Golden Globes are no indication for the Oscars and are actually worthless.) . I wrote about films I particularly liked and even tried a more scholarly approach to them, once. The first Fabricated Truth was all about film.

This lasted for nearly three years. Three happy, fruitless years of consistent movie watching and misery. After which time, I went to Australia. The language of the blog changed to German and I wrote about my life on the other side of the world. I wrote about my travels. I wrote about my jobs. I wrote about my personal life. Or lack thereof. I even wrote about my struggles with depression and other, even more tedious forms of mental illness. A blog that had been about something I loved had turned into one about something I lived. The second incarnation of Fabricated Truth was all about myself.

I left Australia months. I came back to my native Germany six weeks ago – almost to the day. And on here, it has become quiet. Not a single word was written, let alone published. Well, this is about to change. (In roughly three minutes as I write this, once I click “Publish”.) It is time for Fabricated Truth 3.0, for the third attempt at this blog (not a blog, I’ve written others before and since). I’m not sure what it will be like. I’ll try to write about this and that. I’ll try to switch between languages every now and again. I might even add a third one, if things work out as planned. (Which they won’t, but still; it’s nice to dream.) I won’t make any promises I can’t keep, but I’ll try to write something at least twice a week. Not on a fixed schedule. Not to a deadline. Not with a word count to strive for. Just whenever and whatever springs to mind. There will probably be some stories of my trip(s) which have never made it on here. There will be the occassional movie review, if I feel the need to add something to the noise. And there will be a reprise of something that was a part of the first Fabricated Truth: fiction. I’ve written stories before, and some even on and for this blog. That’s something I want to do again. And hopefully, that will contribute to a new dawn for this little corner of the internet. It’s time someone switched the lights back on around here. And since I’m the only one with a key, it has to be me. I hope you are prepared for it.

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Minute Movie Review – Jurassic Park

Freitag, April 17th, 2009


A scientists manages to recover dinosaur DNA and uses it to breed the prehistoric beasts. But before his amusement park displaying them can open, he needs endorsements from some experts to demonstrate it’s safety. And obviously, it is not safe. When the film was released in 1993, everybody was talking about the astonishing special effects, quickly declaring the entire film a masterpiece. Fifteen years later, the effects are still impressive, though also dated, and one quickly realizes that underneath the glitter, there is a cheap creature feature that is a throwback to 50s style B-movies. The plot is silly (and largely missing), the dialogue among the worst ever written and the people hardly characters.

Random Observations:

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I’m normally the first to say that Steven Spielberg, who directed Jurassic Park, is a vastly, if not *the* mostly overrated director, whose reputation is build on two things that had nothing to do with his directing ability: the silent terror of the absent shark in Jaws (he was meant to be shown a lot, but the mechanical sharks didn’t work) and the fact that Indy shoots the sword fighter in Raiders of the Lost Ark (Harrison Ford was sick that day and suggested this instead of the lengthy sword fight originally planned). In this case, however, the blame rests solely on the shoulders of novelist and screen-writer Michael Crichton.

I have not yet seen any of the two sequels, but it struck me as particularly cheap how the chance for them was set up by dropping dino DNA all over the place.

I’m pretty sure that all the merchandise shown in the park’s store was real merchandise sold after the release. Commercialism at its very best.