The "House Tuner" may sound cool as a new promising occupation, but this movie actually didn't open a new territory or new phase. It only gave you an either dark cloudy low cast New York or gave you a dim, dark home office of this guy's apartment. The camera purposely used certain darkened, tinted lens to emphasize the dreary conditions living in the big city. City noises are everywhere, inescapable, all the man-made sounds were so random, so abrupt, so unpredictable, like some most pieces composed by the crazy Igor Stravinsky. But at least this guy used music instruments to create those crazy, unpredictable scores. But in the big city, all the noises, the sounds are all man-made mechanical craps, there's no way you can decide any part of the city is in B minor or whatever. The city noises created by traffic or other things if coming afar, it usually is called "white noise". Appliances at home if plugged, the electricity circuit would definitely cause noises.
When this guy pointed out that the female client's depression, all-day-night-feeling-tired, or whatever was coming from her toaster, I just couldn't help myself. Are you serious?! Yo, she's too lonely, okay? Her job was too boring, okay? And this certified male loner would have declare her problem was from a toaster? Jesus.....There's nothing wrong with her, all she needed was a man, a romance, a lover, a man slept next to her at night, regular sex, then she'd be automatically rejuvenated and happier. It absolutely got nothing to do with the toaster, Okay?!
What we saw in this movie were: The New York weather were constantly cloudy and chill, the city noises were so loud, abrupt and constant. Most people in New York were not happy but like working ants. Everybody lived in a quite dark apartment. Nobody wore bright colors but dark clothes. Everything and everybody looked so depressed. There's no way to solve this big city phobia, the only way to escape is smoking pot, drink hard liquor or chain smoking. House tune? Save it, man.
When this guy pointed out that the female client's depression, all-day-night-feeling-tired, or whatever was coming from her toaster, I just couldn't help myself. Are you serious?! Yo, she's too lonely, okay? Her job was too boring, okay? And this certified male loner would have declare her problem was from a toaster? Jesus.....There's nothing wrong with her, all she needed was a man, a romance, a lover, a man slept next to her at night, regular sex, then she'd be automatically rejuvenated and happier. It absolutely got nothing to do with the toaster, Okay?!
What we saw in this movie were: The New York weather were constantly cloudy and chill, the city noises were so loud, abrupt and constant. Most people in New York were not happy but like working ants. Everybody lived in a quite dark apartment. Nobody wore bright colors but dark clothes. Everything and everybody looked so depressed. There's no way to solve this big city phobia, the only way to escape is smoking pot, drink hard liquor or chain smoking. House tune? Save it, man.