Must we separate the art from the artist?

I'm back, Cinebloggers ꨄ︎

What I'll be delving into today is what I'll call: The Buffalo '66 Dilemma: Ethics vs. Aesthetic Autonomy

Three years ago, I was a freshman and I'd also watched Buffalo '66 for the first time. It's a favorite film of mine, I could make a whole other post about why it's not just Stockholm Syndrome and how that aspect is not the "point." But having watched it for the first time also meant I learnt about the director, Vincent Gallo (a controversial man) for the first time. I discussed it with my friend in school (main topic of discussion: should we separate the art and the artist? Looking at Buffalo '66 as a model) and it evoke this feeling in me... I was one to separate the two, she was not. So after that heated debate, I wrote it all out. Some fragments of this are quoted or directly from the original note I dug up. Here we go...

Fight Club is actually so good

Hey Cinebloggers, it's been a bit. 

I went through a period of reconstructing this blog. Why? I realized there was a lot of wasted potential in just sticking to a stagnant blog format. I miss it, I do. But the best thing is always what's next, remember that.

Six movies I'd kill to watch for the first time again (in the form of snacks)

This will your first impression of me, Cineblogger

I contemplate a lot about what films I'd die for, the films that strike a part in me or awaken a sense I never knew existed. See, there are categories for the types of films I end up loving: the favorites, the ones that linger, the inspiring. What I'm about to list, all conquer a little bit of each category. They are the ones that surfaced right now, on the spot as I'm typing this. 

Oh, last thing... beyond a review of these six movies, I'm calling out to whoever reads this to watch them because if you haven't seen some or all of these, you are so so lucky to be able to watch them with fresh eyes.