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WHY?? just answer me that,


Why do so many care for this drudgery? That's all I ask: I need no vociferous haranguing retorts, just a clear-minded goddamn answer. Don't be so greaseball snarky; I am, but that's because I hate until I see for meself, and then I just may accept; what I've seen is people accept before they even view a film. For me, it isn't so much "acceptance," but "tolerance"... so, c'mon, even tho I rub-off as a tad malicious, I'd love to hear why you take this film to the vena cava of bloodwork. See, tell and I shall listen. It's very simple.

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You either get it, or you dont. Why do people love art films? Why do people make art films? There is no diffinitive answer, sorry to burst your self reighteous little bubble there.

Christmas On Mars is perhaps gaining so much devotion because Flaming Lips fans have followed its progress for nearly 8 years. They feel like they're a part of it... after all Waybe Coyne has been promising it for a long time now. Add to this the fact that your average Flaming Lips fans will totally "get it". If you dont know their music then you don't know their style of experimentation, eccentricities and sense of escapism.

Christmas On Mars isn't a masterpeice... but its one man's expression and the beauty of that is that you can take it or leave it. Draw your own conclusions and love it or leave it.

This film is clearly inspired by films like 2001: A Space Odyssey, Solyaris and Eraserhead.... and like those films, Christmas On Mars is an excellent one to get stoned or drunk to. Alter your mind state and perhaps you will get more out of it.

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"You either get it, or you dont. Why do people love art films? Why do people make art films? There is no diffinitive answer, sorry to burst your self reighteous little bubble there."

Art films should not be defined by so little... (1) I rambunctiously believe "Christmas On Mars" not only has no artistic valor, but even (2)
for a something put together with minimal cuts and frequent tinkering, I cast-in that it ain't monumentally pretty to look at; it is tired and addled.

"Christmas On Mars is perhaps gaining so much devotion because Flaming Lips fans have followed its progress for nearly 8 years. They feel like they're a part of it... after all Waybe Coyne has been promising it for a long time now. Add to this the fact that your average Flaming Lips fans will totally "get it". If you dont know their music then you don't know their style of experimentation, eccentricities and sense of escapism."

Believe me, freind, I've listened to the Flaming Lips for years; went on a bit of a 90s guitar-shock binge. The Flaming Lips weren't always so somber, hell, most the while they'd write songs about radio-transmissions picking up football games, Jesus walking from the dead -eating placentas and drinking 40s, frogs raining from the sky on mass; sure the ramblings were metaphorical, but they were full of life; blooming rhetoric. If Wayne had made this Film when the Lips were just a couple of kids who stole instruments from a First Baptist church, I know it would've spoken to me.

"Christmas On Mars isn't a masterpeice... but its one man's expression and the beauty of that is that you can take it or leave it. Draw your own conclusions and love it or leave it."

It's best to forget it was ever concieved or brought up.

"This film is clearly inspired by films like 2001: A Space Odyssey, Solyaris and Eraserhead.... and like those films, Christmas On Mars is an excellent one to get stoned or drunk to. Alter your mind state and perhaps you will get more out of it."

Just when I took you for someone with incessant sapience, you give me this 'excellent one to get stoned or drunk to' gripe. Spirituous Beverges and/or any antagonizing chemicals do not clarify or, even, modify a film. The expirience doesn't heed well with a 100 mg intake, or however the dosage of whatever the drug.

Now get going, already.


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This film is a perfect example of a situation where just because you *can*, it doesn't mean you *should*.

-Hi. I don't care. Thanks.-
-the moon rulz #1-

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Exactly.

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So Gundanium, if someone agrees you with... its good. If they dont, they can get *beep* Yeah? In other words, you're a spanner!

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Hey, I agree with you, Toxie--for one, "Christmas On Mars" *is* the film-debut from Lips' frontman, Wayne Coyne; and being-so it either's going to abide as a solid, or a liquid; I agree with you, but not to the extent of what Dj Felix had said.

They "could" make it, and so, they did. But *why* is my question....there isn't a definite answer for that, I know; it's very rhetorical and optimistic.
If it's all for fun, then where's the fun people seem to be having with it? Again, it's how you perceive, I guess, and I can tell you I'm not one for the acceding of film... I like to sound-off and batter, what seems like, for hours. It's how I go about it.

But I assume you too are the same; whoever agrees with you is your friend-for- the-day, and whoever dissevers from your words, is a little cantankerous prick without motive or empathy.

C'mon, we're all relative.

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You are asking "Why" was it made? I gave you an answer... because they can. Because Coyne had a burning desire to excorcise the visions that had plagued him since childhood. Because he's the front man of a popular rock band and film is just another creative outlet.

The film wasn't distributed to a mass market. Hell, there was hardly any marketing to it at all. But rather, it was gossiped amongst the fans and released quietly with the soundtrack to accompany it. Fans of the film will buy it in droves and some will like it and others will loath it.

And so with it being conducted in such a way, I dont think anyone can really question "why" it was made. Why are any movies made? Coyne wasn't trying to please anyone but himself and it appeals to a few fans along the way, then good.

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Yes. I very-well could be just a goddamned hindrance for "Christmas On Mars", nothing more; because even though I uproot that twangy 90s reprised psychedelia as both interest, and intrigue, there's not a whole bunch I can do for it.
Same with busbodies of moral stature: they feed, they frenzy, they flop, they flap, they function, they formulate, they fill, they fickle, they foam--and like so, there's only so much they can dote on; only so much of it can they take. For instance, it's a geniality of mine to play classical Hungarian concertos on my "78... but not all of it is alluring. Matter of fact, some of Béla Bartók's tunes are downright trammeling.

Suffice to say, I believe we've both done our part in keeping the other happy just until the last line dips.

Thank you for that.

craigh.

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