In writing, no one can hear you scream
I have found a fatal flaw in my online ramblings. I named this blog "Listen to my words" but that's impossible! You can't listen to
my words because I'm not there. You see? Because if I was there we would be having a two-way conversation, you asking who I am, what I'm doing there and saying that you want me out of your house. But I'm not there -- and by the way, you're rude -- so you will have to read my words. Or maybe you could use some kind of speech synthesization software, so your computer will read my blog out loud like a retarded Hal9000.
Can I really continue writing after this? It feels like the world has been pulled from underneath my feet and I'm now in Australia. What does it say about my integrity, my honesty, if I continue writing under this... this facade? Will anyone listen... I mean read anything that I write when they can't even trust the title? And will I make myself understood, here in austrlia?
Damn it all to hell! I
will continue to write here! I don't care about faulty titles or towers. This is quite meaningless, isn't it? I mean, this blog post is about something very irrelevant -- irrelevantism, the next big thing?
I have a screenplay to write! Why am I sitting here filling this page with nonsense? I promise the next entry to be a lot more meaningful, I heard that really goes well with the folk over here down under.
A world full of botox injections.and starving children
Look! It's all different! It's all new! It's... it's... a bit scary? Don't worry, I've just given my blog a facelift. It's still full of the same meaningless nonsense that is my life. I just thought I'd tell you so that all you devoted readers don't run away screaming in shear terror. Best wishes to you all, I wish you all lots of backrubs and sexy christmas commercials... and that was a sneak peak of my Oscar acceptance speech. And with a speech like that I deserve an Oscar! Don't you think?
Harold Pinter held a
sharp speech when receiving his Nobel litterature award. It's about writing and his thoughts of the world, and he says it through a very articulate web of black humor, sincerity and devastating facts . What he says in his speech is nothing new, but he says it in a way that makes you care. He is angry at the world. He is angry at the way people treat each other and at the contstant quest for power which leaves a trail of death and suffering in it's wake. Check it out if you get the chance (it's on
piratebay.org if you're into the torrents). It's worth the download.
Blue Velvet, The Hours and the U.N.
I've been wanting to see The Hours and Blue Velvet (Yay, Lynch!) for a while now and last week I finally saw them. First off,
Blue Velvet. Isabella Rossellini proved she's not that good a singer. Kyle MacLachlan was naive and a little weird (as always). And Lynch's trademark mood oozed through the whole film. I actually found parts of the movie funny. I'm not sure if it's meant to be a comedy, but it felt like David Lynch's typically
sick humor. I love the intro and outro sequences where you see white pickets fences and a firetruck driving by with a fireman waving to the camera, to us.
Also, what's the fuzz about Dennis Hopper as Frank Booth being creepy? Sure, you wouldn't want to have him as a neighbour because he seemed extremly volatile, but I didn't find him that creepy. I guess it depends on the viewer.
The second movie of the week is
The Hours. This movie used a badass structure. It's three stories, about fifty years apart, all shown at the same time. There's some smooth editing in action here. You could actually recognize when they changed time period within a few seconds, but they used every trick in the book to achive that (except for color timing, which was for the better). Unfortunately there was one thing about the editing that bothered me. Sometimes the movie went for a reaction shot when there was no use for it. It felt as if the editor was having trouble relaxing in the slower scenes. And the movie never takes a break and lingers on a shot, which I think could've been used to great effect here.
The movie itself is excellent, and it has quite a deep message to the viewer. I do think some people will find this movie boring, since it deals with depression and the meaning of life :)
On a different note, did you know that in 1999, the
U.N suggested a tax for emails?
