Skip to main content

Don't make me finish it, pt. 2. (Multi-Facial)

I'll post later fur reelz, but I wanted to say I did end up finishing Multi-Facial. Not surprisingly it's got a non-ending sort of ending. Somehow I couldn't imagine Vin mustering the creative assets to actually write an ending. Scratch that, I couldn't have imagined him mustering the creative assets to write anything, but apparently he wrote this. And directed it. And produced it.

Not that it's any kind of accomplishment. Afterall he raps. Seriously. Watch it. It's about a minute into that upload. You cannot imagine how bad it could be until you've seen it; it's much worse.


As I mentioned before, the whole thing feels like he's jerking himself off real nice and slow. Every scene someone says "Oh, you're very good!" even though he never gets cast in anything. That plus his (character's) insistence on being an ACTOR--he compares himself with various Greats in acting. At one point a girl he auditions with suggests he try out for some soaps, but he turns it down saying "Marlon Brando never did soaps!"

I feel like I wrote about that already. Oh well.


Point is I feel like this movie has two purposes, each half-assed at that. As mentioned, part is some kind of weird ego stroking. The other I had somewhat noticed from the first 3/4 I'd already seen and from a line from his rap, but after seeing his 3rd audition's monologue, I got to wondering.

See, first audition: he's a raging misogynist guido. I think those are even the words he whines to his 'manager' with after. In the second audition: he plays a fat-lipped (seriously, he's sticking out his lowerlip and abdomen....) bitchslapping type hispanic guy. But in that third audition....apparently his character just isn't black enough. Yeah, so it's slightly less absurd sounding in context, but still.

I think the other point of Multi-Facial is to completely fuck with whatever ethnicity you thought Vin Diesel was. I kept wondering, "Wait, what is his heritage, exactly...?" We all got the monosyllabic Brooklynite or whatever, but beyond his probable neanderthall heritage...?

I could look it up, but I enjoy the mystery.

Comments

Other things that might interest you...

This moment: A tattoo.

So I read Mrs. Dalloway in high school, and it was perhaps the most beautiful thing I'd ever read. One passage in particular, very early in the book, hit me hard with my first experience of the sublime, and stayed with me—and led at last to my first tattoo.
In people’s eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment of June.  (Emphasis added; full paragraph included below. From the full text of the novel as made available by the University of Adelaide.)

The paragraph this is from, the 4th paragraph of the novel, is the 1st passage with the stream of consciousness the book is famous for; although self-limited here, the flow is no less gorgeous. In the passage, Clarissa is walking on a street to get those famous flowers herse…

A Valentine's Special.

Yeah, I'm one of those guys who's never really been with someone around Valentine's. I am sometimes baffled how other people manage these things--and why I can't. To be fair, it's probably as much my not trying enough and trying too hard as it is anything pariticularly wrong with me. Like, I know I don't get myself out there enough to meet guys and when I do it's probably compensatory and usually flawed from the start.

The other question is--why does it matter so much to me? Evidently it seems like something I want but something I'm scared of, too. It may also be something I'm just not very good at. I'm secretly timid and fearful of most confrontation and directness. For all my communication skills, I always seem to chicken out when it comes to talking to guys in a healthy, sustaining way. I'm a dreamer who wants something nice badly enough to stick to something for the concept of having it more than the reality of dealing with it; I want to…

Rocky Horror - Better than Glee.

You know, I've routinely refused to watch Glee. Like whoa. I've seen bits, it's amusing, but not my thing. Plus how can I be a properly pretentions intellectual fag if I don't look down on & snub snobbily some ragingly popular thing?? It's just not proper decorum, really.

I'm also in a Rocky Horror Picture Show shadowcast (website in progress, but that's us :)). Naturally, they were all excited about that Glee episode when they first heard about it; I on the other hand gave a pained smile and said "Isn't that special. I'm still not watching it."

Part of me's pretty glad I didn't, frankly. (hah! get it? like Tim Curry.)