Entries Tagged as 'me at the movies'
Dreams are coming back
Have you seen Narco? the quirky surreal comedy populated with eccentric characters?
Somehow unsurprisingly, I had my own stress related dreams.
Have you ever seen the sea from the, say, ninth floor? You know I have spent all my late childhood at the ninth floor from where I could see clearly over the four-stories blocks all the way to the city limits and then further to the landing strip where there were the four tiny old white utilitarian airplanes almost always waiting to spray the fields.
So, as I was waking up today in my dream I could see the sea, like right there under the brink of my window and going the length all the way into the horizon. Chemicals were rushing into my brain and the cocktail was roller costing me through, from admiration to anxiety, from being withing a wetted concrete structure to not being supposed to float, from security and comfort to the imminence of disaster.
I guess this dream was about the management of change.
Incredible India
A sort of Fabulous spirit movie. By the way, I couldn’t find an official site for this Fabulouspirit. But the movie reminded me equally of things seen in Colombia or Guyana. I guess humanity is pretty much the same it doesn’t matter where: colorful, tragic, in love, running. Although I guess not everybody has a group choreographed dance in the end.
(So, can you guess what is the movie I am talking about? that’s almost too easy)
Coming out
… “Can I call you sometime?”
Yes, you can, coming out can be tough.
LATER EDIT: I have watched Milk the other day. Would it make for a reasonable argument, you reckon?
A no end story
Spoiler ahead - by the time you finish reading this I might have given away the end of a movie.
Back to the title of this post. And so are some things in life, they reach to no conclusion, leaving us wondering in our need to rationalize.
I am talking about a film I had to watch because I heard too many of my close ones talk about it, and I was curious. I have definitely enjoyed it in a way that leaves me right in the core of my previous paragraph. I wish I were a poet who gets back at the world and does understand everything.
I stop here.
I am here.
Awkward, but
All the Jack Daniel’s woke me up at five. On the rocks. I was still with Internet withdrawal. And still no Internet. So I watched the beautiful little island where the grass must be greener. And Head-On. Some things are not to be missed in life. Some things take time. But when they are found…
The prophet
I have recently watched again Asphalt Tango. Caranfil has had a sort of vision, sadly, about this country.
Nuances
It’s “so far, so good”, instead of “sooo good, so far”. There are a lot of reasons for that. Like the fact the one of the guard monkeys grabbed my arm. I say learn English, learn some manners, then get paid to be a bodyguard. Anyways, nothing serious. Some of the festival staff is really good and effective. Like the guy who apologized for the guard.
So that would explain why I have started drinking beer as early as ten something in the morning. Or wouldn’t it?
Can I complain about the dust. About the little motorinoes? They are everywhere, inserting themselves in every little space available. I am talking both about the dust and the little motor bikes. Since there is nothing much I can do about the dust, I thought of just pushing the riders as they pass me by. Criminal instinct, huh?
So yesterday was the first busy day. Kaiser Chiefs made my day. “That’s a nice one, BUCHAREST”. The Romanian crowd was ecstatic. The Hungarians were like “What was that? Neah”. So that was the highlight of a day that included, dozing in the ambient tent, excellent music and sound, a indie-underground American movie and a discussion with it’s director in the Magic Mirror, The graffiti artist - don’t bother unless you don’t have anything else better, the quite electric Fanfara Tirana, and the funny Finish unpronounceable Alamaailman Vasarat, a bit hard to digest in terms of music, but very humorous intros to their pieces, Kaiser Chiefs as you know them, Jamiroquai impaired by their own live sound, so we moved next door to Bob Marley’s son. You remember the cute little Ky-Mani? He is all grown up now.
The cherry on the pie was Szivkov Aleksszandr 6 minute dance. Great, entertaining, well-done, perfect moves and his body is a bonus. On the same occasion we watched another performance, that made us want to leave the room and move forward. Some tunisian guy, speaking French, of course, using a wheel chair. The dancing was good, but the piece was all together too long and “artistic”. We ended the night in a jazz note. Rhoda Scott is an American artist that plays an instrument that’s a cross between a piano and an organ and she does it with all her soul. Plus she had help from this incredible drum player. Makes me wanna be like that when I am older.
My twenty minutes are almost up. See you soon.
LATER EDIT: Thanks to Hotnews for linking me.
Misleading review of the Dark Knight
What can the new Batman say that previous movies of the serie have not already? Can it bring something new?
Oh, well, pretty much like Obama claims, yes, it can! The stunts, the gadgets, the franchise, they’re all there, but this Batman is new not because it is the latest, but because it plays with the simplistic preconception of the positive classic action hero. The line is not blurred, I’d say it is challenged. Yes, you will tell me this has been done before, it’s the whole spiel of the schizo double faced heroes, it’s the quintessence of a hero that needs a mask. Even the title is chosen as a result, the dark knight as opposed to the white knight.
But hear me out here. This Batman is more appealing to me because it left me wondering. Before this Batman we knew exactly the good and bad role plays and how they were cast among the protagonists. But during this entire movie I have now felt like I was never sure. The good guys turn bad sooner or later, for one reason or another, and the true good guy has to pretend otherwise. So bottom line nobody IS the good guy.
The not so simplist line of bad and good, or bad against good, might not be so easy to digest by the public, but it is definitely an educated trendsetting choice. If the producers bet with this one against Hollywood, they might just win.
And Heath Ledger’s “Hello” in the red wig will make history.
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