Analyzing Reservoir Dogs

Directed and Written by Quentin Tarantino...

Many look at this man's array of films as the bad boy flicks, the cool-cat, jive-turkey, post old-school gangster films before the time where the genre became too hyped up. The kind of films Tarantino made back then in the late 80s and early 90s where ahead of their time in story and dialog, not so much visual effects and action but it defiantly gave gangster films more heart. He plays with suspense in this flick, I call it a flick because the film could be set on a theatrical stage and be done in less than an hour an a half. Now this doesn't necessarily mean that it's boring, its exactly the opposite. 

Its interesting and refreshing to watch someone direct a script with one grand scene not changing the pure nature of a master shot with no cuts. The camera is almost the seventh dog in the operation watching and following the characters when something important had to of been said. Now I could go over  Tarantino's technical aspect in his films which even stumps some of the best directors today, this indie filmmaker really changed things for the cheap productions with more of an organic feel to the story and characters. 

I looked over the script and the acting really keeps in touch with the lines written but what really caught me was the placement of the writing, it was in complete pace of the movie's scenes. Now I don't know if Quentin's classic stories, filled with out of order scenes, is how he writes or if he writes the whole thing then spaces it out later but I must note that it is effective. It makes us think of the characters and what their motivations are and how they may change from place to place but it makes us think, what have they gone through in the past scenes, what do they know? 

It really lets us dive deep into his characters and with a solid cast and many dialogged scenes its only natural for us to like every character no matter how nuts they are, and the characters are key for the audience to connect with the central style, feeling and theme. 

Now Tarantino can't help but be as bad-ass as his balls lets him but he doesn't cut it away too quickly, he builds and grabs us with the suspense. Direction is key but when you write the story you really have a vision that is ten times more effective than any big shot with money and an unlimited budget. Every time I get to witness this flick that made the man I always get caught up, the story grabs me and the themes don't present themselves right away but they let you think, just like most of his movies. 

I found the theme of brother-hood, it really presented itself along with Harvey Keitel's character “Mr. White” and Tom Roth's character “Mr. Orange.” They were stricken against any personal connection but they went farther, it humanized them and let them be the survivors in the end because of that bond. That unknowing force that saved each other but in turn changed to a chilling demise. That brotherhood may of shown itself with them all hanging out but it died in a way, when in a group most guys change they know how to tell ways in different ways, the balls were defiantly present. I guess its notable why some of the characters died early, they were boring, they didn't like the crowds, and didn't add much to the conversations. Michael Madsen's character “Mr. Blond” really showed a disconnection from the group, his character was more about jokes and getting work done his way with no teamwork, which is why I think he turned to a psychotic path in the film. 

I think that the name of the film was kinda random but, like most of his films, Tarantino wants you to think, I feel that all the characters were like Dogs stuck in a Reservoir. All they wanted was a piece of the bone but they barked and bitted to much making their meals blood-filled. All in all it's my favorite movie by him and he's doing well with the fame that it gave him, I just hope he holds close to the indie feel that this film was derived off of and will forever be his baby, that shed light on his visions.

"You gunna bark all day little doggie? 

Or are you gunna bite?"

-Mr. Blonde (Reservoir Dogs)

Johnny Sol

Well MJ looks like you've noticed me changing my name and adding a new blog to the list.

http://johnnysol.blogspot.com/

Its not a spur of the moment uplifter nor an action to make a difference or "shake it up" as they say.

Its more of an anti-formality to who I sometimes am, not exactly creating a new whole person just dividing up the qualities to two separate beings that live within me.

Now before anyone goes off their rocker thinkin my crazy I've always been like this, noting at the fact that I'm somebody one day and someone else the next. I'm not creating an array of characters, we are just introducing two big ones with equal amount of qualities to allow for substandard people in todays world. 

Whether Luttmann has to worry about the facts of life and whether he's sees himself differently or not he can always rely on Sols character to balance the heartache with the weekend warrior type of mind added in with the ability to just be.

Not sure who I am right now but I know it'll only change sooner.

Well see how it fares us. 

i'll do my doc proposal tomorrow night

i need to fuck around again, i miss it.

the unknowing comfort that something could be around the corner and whether I stumble run or not even run towards the other end is what i'll let my summer days explain....

can I be persecuted for wanting that one thing?

doesn't matter cause in a month i'll be there, i'll be going to the shows I didn't know existed, exploring the places I found one day and said I'd come back to, and seeing the people that deserve my company and at the same time deserving theirs.

This human can be a little anxious for this semester to end so I can say and do my free will as it was meant to be flown.

In my hands by my own home town.

I'm waiting for you Luttmann

- Johnny Sol

I'm Only Riding This Storm

Whether the palms are too sweaty and the knuckles wont let me

My fists will stand

Upon the broken limp arm attached to the beating young heart

That sketches freehand

Whether I'm not ready for new rains mixed with peoples complaints

I can wear my coat

And when the walls fall down upon damp planted new grounds

I won't let them float

I'll let them grow 

Then let them be

I'll teach them lessons

Blind or if they see

Cause I'm only one man and I got many of lives...I need to form.

Yeah I'm only riding this storm

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When the days get numbered with places so awkward

We may shape our lands

And when we pitch to one another helping folks like they're brothers

We lose the commands

And when we sit back and stare at the plains so dam bare

We want our fun

So we get our drunken men to command  and say when

They say first get their Shit done

People stumble around

They take the crap

That the world inherits

Knell on your kneecaps

Cause our beliefs make them money so we can't let them...Make the norm.

Yeah I'm only riding this storm

______________________________________________________

Now she knows what she thinks and doesn't know what she wants

Buts she's used to it

And she'll open up her head and put the babys back to bed cause she's

Happy, Starlit

She found herself a guy who witty and spry and she

Made some disputes

But they found a way through times by ringing certain chimes and they

Had a white dress and black suit

Now she promised him

She had nothing to lose

But after this day

Their lives became fused

They made along with the formula of life...Thats pretty lukewarm.

Hey their riding this storm

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This kid was a pure one and would stay immature one

For the rest of his days

But he got a little older more adventurous and bolder

Campfires ablaze

Now this guy so dam spry fought to the ground with black eyes

He's happy enough

But he saw bigger things with textbooks and football rings

So he got pretty tough

Now his path's gotten lost

Somewhere along the tracks

He left for the outside

Fits in a tattered knapsack

He needs a girl by his side to sleep in her neck everynight....Keep her warm.

Hey he's riding the storm

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Now the attenders walk insult and move

They want you to conform

Along their own paths like they got nothing to lose

They live in tightened swarms

They don't need boots on, go out barefoot so you may....Completely freeform.

Hey were all a part of this storm

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ML

Hymn for the Hopped-up

Lets all go to Uncle Arthurs cottage for brunch
spend the whole day
and then end the night with a punch

Arthur Arthur

was a celtic young lad

with peach fuzz for a beard
underwear made of plaid

he stumbled and wept

for the brews that he kept

stuck inside his small gut

he gaged but kept his mouth shut

now Jamey Jamey

your getting older

no more quiet old nights

with dads dear old shoulder

you got a family of your own

and your gunna shit-it

when you find your a house a burning

and the vandals who lit it

for the times are tough

the streets are rough

and many have their dimes

to swap for dark ales

and upchucking pales

but these nights down in Dublin are the very best times

hear the cry so spry

their voices are torn

their pints warm in hand

the wifes with newborns

there dirty from the docks

they make no sense while they think it

they stick back their heads

whiplash then drink it

for the times are tough
the streets are rough
and many have their dimes
to swap for dark ales
and upchucking pales
but these nights down in Dublin are the very best times

now the twins are a sleepin

the wreckings all done

the wifes been a mess

and she won't lose that bun

in the oven that you know

you'll handle with care

you make her a lady

cause in the morning you won't be there

oh

for the times are tough

the streets are rough

and many have their dimes

to swap for dark ales

and upchucking pales

but these nights down in Dublin are the very best times

now the ships casting off now

into the pirates old stew

between soggy old rocks

and the sky a pale blue

the streets getting thinner

and it fading to black

but like all our adventures

we got Guinness on tap

for the times are tough

the streets are rough

and many have their dimes

to swap for dark ales

and upchucking pales

but these nights down in Dublin are the very best times.

ML

Received on Wednesday March 12th at 12:00

I'm writing to note upon something I've really noticed lately being away from all the people I really dig... The breakdown of communication and the unanswered questions with the people on the other end of the text box.

I'm all for the cute lame messages I can send to my girl and the stupid "yo" messages with my buds to get a point across but I just don't think that's how it should always be done, 

It just desensitizes my ability to pick up on people and their traits as they talk, think or just .... be.

Now I know its a new age with new ways of life but the old ways of living have kept us going so far pretty nicely so why not keep on to those actions and central morals that give the older generations of today something more behind their central spans?

I mean today we are in a huge spiraling span of creativism (not a word) and self expression but yet we destroy true art-forms with the use of computers and technology. 

We copy and paste everything we can get our hands on, photoshop out the true meanings of our work, contrast and brighten the pictures and videos we take to heart to give them something that we "think" they need. This has given our world a standard, I giant ladder to climb everytime we want something done, the drive to perfection.... which is a good goal but at the end of our rope as a human race how high can we go and not come back down to stop and sniff the roses so to speak..... Its like an alcoholic and his tolerance.

I just don't get the whole texting thing these days, I was a late bloomer with the whole cell phone scene and i've went through 5 of them. I get the need for it, regardless of the brain cancer or not, I just wish there were more alternative ways than souls messages that could easily be written by anyone.

 I mean if I really wanted to write something to someone with real intent to speak I'd have to send 10 texts at a time and my certain cellphone plan doesn't allow for that ..... I don't need a texting plan.

Now I'm not saying that I won't text people back I'm just noting upon the paradox of getting your point across through something that could easily be said on phone, I don't care if you have to organize your thoughts I really dig some people for what they say and who they really are with their flaws and lively voices that just go without central distraction or thought.

Thats why phone calls are more personal for that unplanned conversation where you really feel wholesome after talking to someone, and I get the world these days, always moving, but I just don't like the unconscious thoughts that come with a text. I mean what If i forget to respond or don't respond correctly cause I forgot about the last text? People shouldn't have to worry about whats really being said in a text because all it is is getting your point across and takes the pleasant out of pleasantries. 

Now I'm always guna respond to the robotic nature of texting but I also will give a call whether you pick up or not. Same with sketching and writing, regardless whether most of it is online, im not gunna shorten it for you to get what I'm saying in three lines or less. People need to work harder with their connectivity to the inside world of a human mind, let yourself in and always keep the door open.

-Life's to short but It goes as fast as you let it, the roses just need to be sniffed sometimes.

I am an Individual, and I will prevail.

Our Global TV guest speaker really wanted me to get into the whole Camera Op-on-location man, getting every shot I can.

But lately I've been craving the whole snow and skateboard lifestyle and though I suck at both of them I know I'm capable of creating some of the great projects that they film, excuse my bro'ish tongue but its pretty sick

I'll take care of yeah babe

its too close to sunrise 

the curtains have to be shut

we're only a little bit sweaty

from only God knows what

her eyes begin to adjust

they squint and then they stir

they only do what they do best

and I'm winking back at her

it's been three long nights

and you've made them last

when I see those headlights

on snowy grounds cast

I know it'll get better

I know it's slowing down

it goes to fast when your far away

that's why I come back to this town

I'll be there for lifts or taxi rides home

Enjoying every tune on the playlists where we roam

We'll always have basements with dim lights a flashed

Put you to bed if your tired or if your too trashed

I'm here for you Jbird and it's something I crave

I'm not gunna leave you, I'll take care of yeah babe.

When it's getting more insane

It's getting Sublime

I'll turn on their music

let it help pass the time

poke bicker or discuss

the places we'll go

the things we will nurture

create and let grow

cause there's shit in this life that's not gunna get clearer

but it'll sound better as long as I hear her

I'll be there for lifts or taxi rides home

Enjoying every tune on the playlists where we roam

We'll always have basements with dim lights a flashed

Put you to bed if your tired or if your too trashed

I'm here for you Jbird and I forgot to shave

I'll do it when we wake up, I'll take care of yeah babe.

Now I'm headin' back 

to the frivolous grind

with salty grey streets  

and grey eyes on my mind

but like the circles made of orange

that inherit your stare

I'm finding that friday

and i'll meet chea' there

I'll be there for lifts or taxi rides home

Enjoying every tune on the playlists where we roam

We'll always have basements with dim lights a flashed

Put you to bed if your tired or if your too trashed

I'm here for you Jbird just try to be brave

I'm here now forever, I'll take care of yeah babe.

ML