Watched Fargo today. Going through a phase here where I'm discovering my love for cinema again. And the Coen brothers are the catalyst. I've always heard of Fargo, but never got around to watching it because I didn't think I'd enjoy it. It was time.
I enjoyed watching McDormand's role here in contrast to the 'crazy' Linda in Burn After Reading. And omg, she isn't the same lady from Desperate Housewives! Wow, I was so convinced.
I really, really enjoyed Marge's (McDormand) and Norm's marriage in the movie. The type of relationship they have is pretty much set in the first scene we see them in, with Marge smiling to herself when Norm offers to get out of bed early to 'fix her some eggs'. The conversation between them is by no means exciting at all for us, but it's everything for them and there's something appreciable in that. Watching them really makes you appreciate just 'being with' someone you love.
The characters' use of 'Oh yah?' and 'Yah' is going to make it into my daily speech from now on. I laughed listening to this movie, the execution of the 'yahs' are just superb. I just hope I can pull off the same pronounciation.
Overall, I can't say that the movie is x/5 stars off the bat. I don't like to rate movies as such either as well. I'll just say that it's like a car crash happening in slow motion, you sort of know what's going to happen and you don't mind taking a ride with the characters as everything goes wrong. (Bad analogy is bad mmmkay) It's a good movie.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Popcorn
Well my computer got sick and got a full wipe. Feels good to start fresh. Went without it for awhile so I did some things that the computer would have otherwise prevented.
Watched 'No Country for Old Men', followed by 'Burn After Reading'. I've been a fan of theirs for only a short while now, after studying 'O Brother, Where Art Thou?'. The Coen brothers have drawn me in like no other producer/writer/director have. I feel I notice what's in the frame more carefully, the movement of the camera and especially the dialogue when watching their movies.
I'm still mentally digesting 'No Country for Old Men' so I won't speak about it just yet, maybe after another viewing. I have something to say about 'Burn After Reading' though. Much like other Coen films, I can't outrightly say how good it is, I definitely love it, I just can't exactly explain why.
Brad Pitt...wow...wow. It's like he's taken a risk in playing the character but he's played it so believably, and all I saw was an extravagant teen boy in Brad Pitt. The 'dehydration' dialogue in Linda's (McDormand) apartment is pure gold in my opinion, much like many other of the Coen's dialogue creations. Like an undercurrent to the pressing issue at hand, all Chad (Pitt) is concerned about is being re hydrated from his bike ride. I love it. Also, the scene when Chad meets Osbourne in his car is hilarious.
I would have liked to have seen the relationship between Linda and her gym manager evolve further than it did, but in the Coen brothers, I place my trust.
In other news, finally got around to play Little Big Planet. Love the game.
Watched 'No Country for Old Men', followed by 'Burn After Reading'. I've been a fan of theirs for only a short while now, after studying 'O Brother, Where Art Thou?'. The Coen brothers have drawn me in like no other producer/writer/director have. I feel I notice what's in the frame more carefully, the movement of the camera and especially the dialogue when watching their movies.
I'm still mentally digesting 'No Country for Old Men' so I won't speak about it just yet, maybe after another viewing. I have something to say about 'Burn After Reading' though. Much like other Coen films, I can't outrightly say how good it is, I definitely love it, I just can't exactly explain why.
Brad Pitt...wow...wow. It's like he's taken a risk in playing the character but he's played it so believably, and all I saw was an extravagant teen boy in Brad Pitt. The 'dehydration' dialogue in Linda's (McDormand) apartment is pure gold in my opinion, much like many other of the Coen's dialogue creations. Like an undercurrent to the pressing issue at hand, all Chad (Pitt) is concerned about is being re hydrated from his bike ride. I love it. Also, the scene when Chad meets Osbourne in his car is hilarious.
I would have liked to have seen the relationship between Linda and her gym manager evolve further than it did, but in the Coen brothers, I place my trust.
In other news, finally got around to play Little Big Planet. Love the game.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
A table for 6 please, oh and +1
Went to a posh pub dinner with a few close friends last night to celebrate one of my best friends upcoming birthdays. The food was good, the alcohol was flowing a little and the girls of Mawsons Lakes were out to strut their stuff. Always in groups of threes they were, why three? Two is too small and four is too large? /Shrug.
Anyways, B, the best friend and his girlfriend J, are the main components of this group along with a cast of friends whenever we go out for a dinner. And somehow our group ALWAYS remains to be the last to leave the restaurant/pub long after dinner and accusations of pink chicken in my meal. And I wouldn't have it any other way, there's always something to talk about with these guys and there's absolutely no awkward silences ever, EVER, which is beyond awesome. I've known them for so long, they're my family. Especially B and J. We all read each other like a book.
Ever since high school, the friendship groups have been wittled down. Some go away to work, some profess to wanting to catch up but only out of politeness, some go to YR 12 house parties long after graduation and some stay good, genuine friends. Of all the arguments and disagreements, B and J are definitely in the last group.
Bless their hearts, they're always eagerly awaiting news of a new girlfriend of mine. It's a bit awkward you see, when you're the only single one in the group, and EVERYBODY feels sorry for you. And they tell you this, in front of EVERYBODY. And B and J are always trying to show me the light to try and get over a past love. No thanks, I'll stay inside my perpetual circle of heartbreak and wasted feelings, it's cold out you see.
On a similar note, a lady friend co-worker is trying to (with my consent) set me up with her friend. Now, maybe it was the fumes of everyone's body cologne at work affecting my thinking but I now think it's a very stupid idea. I maintain that I'll start any relationship of mine by myself the 'man likes woman, man approaches woman, man cries tears of happiness or sadness' way. But for some reason I said 'Sure, why not?'. My confidence meter on this one is 'We'll have to see Batman'.
Anyways, B, the best friend and his girlfriend J, are the main components of this group along with a cast of friends whenever we go out for a dinner. And somehow our group ALWAYS remains to be the last to leave the restaurant/pub long after dinner and accusations of pink chicken in my meal. And I wouldn't have it any other way, there's always something to talk about with these guys and there's absolutely no awkward silences ever, EVER, which is beyond awesome. I've known them for so long, they're my family. Especially B and J. We all read each other like a book.
Ever since high school, the friendship groups have been wittled down. Some go away to work, some profess to wanting to catch up but only out of politeness, some go to YR 12 house parties long after graduation and some stay good, genuine friends. Of all the arguments and disagreements, B and J are definitely in the last group.
Bless their hearts, they're always eagerly awaiting news of a new girlfriend of mine. It's a bit awkward you see, when you're the only single one in the group, and EVERYBODY feels sorry for you. And they tell you this, in front of EVERYBODY. And B and J are always trying to show me the light to try and get over a past love. No thanks, I'll stay inside my perpetual circle of heartbreak and wasted feelings, it's cold out you see.
On a similar note, a lady friend co-worker is trying to (with my consent) set me up with her friend. Now, maybe it was the fumes of everyone's body cologne at work affecting my thinking but I now think it's a very stupid idea. I maintain that I'll start any relationship of mine by myself the 'man likes woman, man approaches woman, man cries tears of happiness or sadness' way. But for some reason I said 'Sure, why not?'. My confidence meter on this one is 'We'll have to see Batman'.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
America! Oi Oi Oi!
Am currently rewriting a 2500 word workbook/essay (the faculty can't make up their mind on what to call it) for which I received 40%. It's worth 40% of the subject. Honestly, when handing the paper in, I thought I did alright. Now, I've gotten >50%'ers before in my two years at Uni and I've known why and I've accepted it. But this...this one seems a bit too... ... unfair.
Now, I talk about the films; Sicko, Supersize Me, Fahrenheit 9/11 and The Corporation as social movement films.
Going over the marked paper, I can't help but feel my tutor was intoxicated or extremely lazy when marking it. For instance, he wrote 'What is the purpose of the film?!!' next to the paragraph ABOVE the paragraph that had the sentence explaining what the purpose of the film is. And he's done it again and again on the following pages. And it turns out I wasn't the only one shocked to see my mark in my class.
But he is an American, ... what's that? Four (to an extent) anti-American films and an American tutor? Hmm. Oh I went there.
Speaking to him about the paper today, he said I can rewrite and hand it in 7 days from the day I received it back. I got it back last Thursday, HE set this meeting for us to discuss this paper for today, a Wednesday, 6 days later. Regarding the new due date for the rewritten paper;
Me: 'That would be tomorrow'.
Him: (Nods)
Me: /Sigh
So this time, I've underlined and put bright glowing stars made of glowing glowstuff around the sentences stating the purpose of the films. I'll stick some Portugese chicken there as well, just to make sure. Like...fuckin, hello. (Thankyou Arj Barker)
He told me 'nothing is a given' in the paper (I have to write the facts down basically), but he also said I can't 'summarise' the films, but I feel a bit hesitant about analysing the films but not being able to discuss how the film brings the messages to the viewers. Yes, that sentence is as stupid as it sounds.
America! Oi Oi Oi!
Now, I talk about the films; Sicko, Supersize Me, Fahrenheit 9/11 and The Corporation as social movement films.
Going over the marked paper, I can't help but feel my tutor was intoxicated or extremely lazy when marking it. For instance, he wrote 'What is the purpose of the film?!!' next to the paragraph ABOVE the paragraph that had the sentence explaining what the purpose of the film is. And he's done it again and again on the following pages. And it turns out I wasn't the only one shocked to see my mark in my class.
But he is an American, ... what's that? Four (to an extent) anti-American films and an American tutor? Hmm. Oh I went there.
Speaking to him about the paper today, he said I can rewrite and hand it in 7 days from the day I received it back. I got it back last Thursday, HE set this meeting for us to discuss this paper for today, a Wednesday, 6 days later. Regarding the new due date for the rewritten paper;
Me: 'That would be tomorrow'.
Him: (Nods)
Me: /Sigh
So this time, I've underlined and put bright glowing stars made of glowing glowstuff around the sentences stating the purpose of the films. I'll stick some Portugese chicken there as well, just to make sure. Like...fuckin, hello. (Thankyou Arj Barker)
He told me 'nothing is a given' in the paper (I have to write the facts down basically), but he also said I can't 'summarise' the films, but I feel a bit hesitant about analysing the films but not being able to discuss how the film brings the messages to the viewers. Yes, that sentence is as stupid as it sounds.
America! Oi Oi Oi!
Monday, May 11, 2009
My terrible secret
I'll admit it, I have one, I'm not afraid anymore to tell people.
I have a Facebook profile. And I cringe every damn time I use it.
I've always looked down upon MySpace, Facebook, and I've missed out on what the big deal is about...Tweeter..is it? Well whatever the kids call it. I don't use them much, only because I don't want to feel that my electronic self is actually much more interesting than I actually am. Which is a little lame for me. (I have thought about MySpace as a way to start off my amateur music career though, but I don't know if I'm ready to put myself out there.)
I had a 'moment' the other day. Those that make you sit back and think, wow. If only for a little while.
I'm an introvert, but I'm a very social creature as well. And on the morning train to Uni, unbeknownst to me, I sit with my back turned to a lady friend from school, and get lost in my iPod music. She's one of those that I can talk comfortably to, as in, I don't have to be careful about what I say to her = comfortable conversation.
Getting of the train, I notice her for the first time, she's 5 or so metres in front of me and chatting to some bloke. Now I could've caught up and said hi, and talked to her for the 10 minute walk to Uni, but I didn't and enjoyed my music and a slow walk; meet thy introverted self.
Now, hours later and at home, I think, 'Oh I should send her a note on her Facebook, saying I saw her at the train station', but that I actually DIDN'T talk to her.
That was the moment. I was going to tell her on an electronic forum that I saw her but didn't talk to her?
'Hey Jess, I saw you at the train station this morning! I was 5 metres behind you listening to my music! :D:D:D:D:D'
Hours after said incident? And why? Cos' I can prove that I'm a social, fun loving, out going person? And that I actually smile that much? I then went off at myself for being one of 'those' people and took a vow of no Facebook, only for a few days though cos' I do love to poke around in stranger's photo albums. God I do love to stalk.
It can be a great social networking site, I find that invites for birthday celebrations for example, is much more efficient than sending texts/mails. But to actually admit that I'm comfortable enough to talk to YOU on Facebook but not in person is the kicker. My long-standing thoughts on online social sites such as Facebook could go on for a long time, but I'm tired. I might add more in the future. Oh and as an add-on thought, I don't update my status to tell everyone what I'm eating/doing/thinking/feeling/humping/licking every damn minute of the damn day. Cos' honestly, why would I ever socialise with you if I know everything about you? Let's keep the magic please =).
And Emily Haines, marry me! I'll pick you flowers, honest.
I have a Facebook profile. And I cringe every damn time I use it.
I've always looked down upon MySpace, Facebook, and I've missed out on what the big deal is about...Tweeter..is it? Well whatever the kids call it. I don't use them much, only because I don't want to feel that my electronic self is actually much more interesting than I actually am. Which is a little lame for me. (I have thought about MySpace as a way to start off my amateur music career though, but I don't know if I'm ready to put myself out there.)
I had a 'moment' the other day. Those that make you sit back and think, wow. If only for a little while.
I'm an introvert, but I'm a very social creature as well. And on the morning train to Uni, unbeknownst to me, I sit with my back turned to a lady friend from school, and get lost in my iPod music. She's one of those that I can talk comfortably to, as in, I don't have to be careful about what I say to her = comfortable conversation.
Getting of the train, I notice her for the first time, she's 5 or so metres in front of me and chatting to some bloke. Now I could've caught up and said hi, and talked to her for the 10 minute walk to Uni, but I didn't and enjoyed my music and a slow walk; meet thy introverted self.
Now, hours later and at home, I think, 'Oh I should send her a note on her Facebook, saying I saw her at the train station', but that I actually DIDN'T talk to her.
That was the moment. I was going to tell her on an electronic forum that I saw her but didn't talk to her?
'Hey Jess, I saw you at the train station this morning! I was 5 metres behind you listening to my music! :D:D:D:D:D'
Hours after said incident? And why? Cos' I can prove that I'm a social, fun loving, out going person? And that I actually smile that much? I then went off at myself for being one of 'those' people and took a vow of no Facebook, only for a few days though cos' I do love to poke around in stranger's photo albums. God I do love to stalk.
It can be a great social networking site, I find that invites for birthday celebrations for example, is much more efficient than sending texts/mails. But to actually admit that I'm comfortable enough to talk to YOU on Facebook but not in person is the kicker. My long-standing thoughts on online social sites such as Facebook could go on for a long time, but I'm tired. I might add more in the future. Oh and as an add-on thought, I don't update my status to tell everyone what I'm eating/doing/thinking/feeling/humping/licking every damn minute of the damn day. Cos' honestly, why would I ever socialise with you if I know everything about you? Let's keep the magic please =).
And Emily Haines, marry me! I'll pick you flowers, honest.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Where it all started
Somehow, some way, I always end up getting hurt in football. The Australian version. There's never a game where I won't sustain a 'football week' defining injury. Will it be the hamstring? The fingers? A bung knee? I always end up going home and feeling sick, and admiring my war wounds. There's a certain amount of pain I feel when getting bumped around by elbows, forearms to the face, knees to the solar plexus...before it feels good. Really. Want a way to relieve stress? Play an opposition football team that wants to hurt you, bad, for the best part of 2 hours. Then get hurt, bad, really bad. Screw your bubble baths and meditation, hit me, and make sure I feel it. Don't get me wrong, I don't seek fights, I just like to have the living daylights knocked out of me now and again.
The impacts one feels in a football match have to be felt to be appreciated.
I'm glad I play one of the most ridiculously lenient sports ever, at least lenient at an amateur level where a cheap shot to your stomach won't be caught on a camera and punished. There's no glory when I play, no one cares if you ridiculously put your body on the line, no one cares if you're in a world of hurt on your back feeling your ribs for broken bones.
Travelling in the car on the way home, I'm knocked into consciousness (tunnel vision is fun) when hearing Tyler Durden's words played to the sound of a soft Techno'ish beat on the radio. Literally. Don't know the name of the song. 'It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything. ' And suddenly I can't wait to play the next week and get hurt again.
This blog is inspired.
Here's the thoughts of a 20 year old male wasting his University studies.
The impacts one feels in a football match have to be felt to be appreciated.
I'm glad I play one of the most ridiculously lenient sports ever, at least lenient at an amateur level where a cheap shot to your stomach won't be caught on a camera and punished. There's no glory when I play, no one cares if you ridiculously put your body on the line, no one cares if you're in a world of hurt on your back feeling your ribs for broken bones.
Travelling in the car on the way home, I'm knocked into consciousness (tunnel vision is fun) when hearing Tyler Durden's words played to the sound of a soft Techno'ish beat on the radio. Literally. Don't know the name of the song. 'It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything. ' And suddenly I can't wait to play the next week and get hurt again.
This blog is inspired.
Here's the thoughts of a 20 year old male wasting his University studies.
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