it hunts
You get to your subject, get off the tram or out of the car. Bike, whatever.
You check your gear.
You look, you see. What’s going on? What’s this about?
What is the shot i need to take? What is the shot i WANT to take? What is the shot that will happen, the natural one that you don’t force. The one that tells the only truth you have to see?
Can i do all three?
Step close, listen to the crowd. Listen and watch for non-verbal cues. What’s the semiotic language available to me. What are the symbols, what do they mean?
I’ve listened and I’ve learned what i can say and how. I’ve seen the people and I’ve seen their eyes.
I move back.
I shoot the wide shot. The one with the most context, the one that defines what’s going on in clear, easy to understand ways. Street-signs, people, gestures and context tell the story. I have almost everything i need. But what do i want?
I get closer. People start being entities, not crowds. You catch faces, gestures. The big faces first, then the small, then both. After all, the big faces is whwat people care about, why you are there. This is work, no time for fun.
My eyes move over the crowd.
You hold the camera to your chest so people can see it, never hide it. They need to get used to you, to feel comfortable. Don’t blink. More calmly. This is Zen, this is where you’ve learned through hard work to live. It’s what you love, this is what I love.
I hunt, I snap. I try to explain what’s happening, what I think is happening. This is the moment where opinions matter.
I move closer. My subject is lurking somewhere out there. The hunt is on. Keep moving. Things happen, people move, you notice beforehand what’ll go on. You position yourself, you check your settings. You wait for the moment.
Dear facebook, we need to talk
What the hell is wrong with you? This isn’t about me or about the people i know, It’s about you and how judgemental you are of me. Are my friends not good enough?! Is that why you constantly recommend people to me? I don’t think that’s ok. My friends are my choice. I have a limited number of slots for them in my head and that’s how it works. I want you to respect that. Even though I’ve seriously started just accepting aquaintances and people from work that’s not good enough for you.
It’s always ”try friend finder” or ”these people seem nice, let’s friend them” and when i tell you to go frack off you never accept it, you always feel like ou should have the last word. It’s never ” Ok Cyber, I won’t bother you with that again, i understand.” It’s always that fucking ”We’ll talk later about this when you aren’t in a foul mood.” You really gotta start learning to take no for a answer. Is this me being antisocial? No. This is you being a bitch facebook, and if you keep doing this i’m stab you with a lemon.
Our awesome space battle. In SPACE!!!
The arena. Photo by Alex Vancu
”Laser tag is AWESOME!” Is pretty much the summary of this post, in case you don’t really feel like reading the whole thing. If you do however want to read the whole thing i recommend you use a childlike voice filled with glee, because that’s how it sounds in my head it’s how it was intended.
So after a clown touched me in a bad way with his balloon the other day Iulian, one of my party members, suddenly remembered that he had something to show us. A space bar taht has laser tag and is conveniently placed near the center of town, where we were. We go see, because ne needed to waste some time and frankly a place called Space Bar sounds like it could be the place to spend it. Inside we find a great bar with monochrome designs that look like the future. They also have evil egg shaed swivel chairs. *swoon* We are impressed by this but then the guy asks if we wanna see the laser tag court. Yes, yes we damn would. OMG!!!!! It looks like SPACE!!!!!!!!!!!! I had the strangest boner as i went through that maze of neon and dark light where everything looked radioactive. I’ve never in my life been in a real map from Unreal Tournament or AvP. This was it, this was gold. This is our new gaming den. A DM on a evil swivel chair seems like a natural choice.
Today we want back there after some frantic searches to find enough people with enough free time and enough free cash so we can do this. Eventually all my expectations we’re exploded into space when we actually managed to get more than the minimum of players. We were 8 in the end. Me, Jew, Iulian, Alice, Motzi, Milena, her fiancee and her brother.
”So, what are we playing. Team deathmatch or free for all?”
”FREE FOR ALL!!!!!! PURGE THE UNCLEAN!!!!”
And purge it we did. After A quick talk about the rules that went something like this: ” The first rule of space is that there are no rules, the second rule is that you shouldn’t run DOWN that ramp or you’ll die.”
Then we go in and all hell breaks loose. Lasers and D&B music are everywhere. I feel like I’m Commander Shepard or some sort of poor PDF guy killing xeno scum. At first you run, and you frag. This keeps going and eventually you tire. You hear your own breathing and your eyes move quickly through the maze looking for the blinking lights of another player. A enemy. Sometimes you get him, sometimes he gets you but perspiration starts dripping from your nose and soon you also hear your heart along with your laboured breath. What the hell, this is only 20 minutes, how much longer is this going on. You meat your enemy in a convoluted memory of a shootout. Everyone looses many times and you start feeling more and more tired. Adrenaline keeps you going after that. It’s a war, and war never changes. It’s either you or him and you’ll do everything in your power to make sure it’s him.
The best moments of that game were the small moments of friendship. Of a pat on the back when you die, or when you kill someone. It’s a small thing but it means a lot. It’s the moment that separates it from the true hell of war. It’s the camaraderie of battle without it’s pain. It’s pure unadulterated fun.
We’ll be doing this every week now. It’s a great way to make friends and a great way to get to know yours better. In my group we’re all battle brothers. We’re a party of adventurers, it’s how we know each other but laser-tag came to complete taht and take it to new levels.
Oh, and Alice took a gun to the face somehow. Don’t ask me how, I didn’t do it.
Changes
Somewhere out there
I’m sipping from a mug of tea. It’s my favorite, Lapsang Souchong. Nothing has ever come close to the effect it’s aroma and smell have on me. They nourish ideas of comfort and invite detachment from the dark corners of the world to which my mind often wonders. The dark corners are the places my subconscious bids me to travel while my mind pulls me apart from them and proposes I never leave the comfort of my chair. Can uncomfortable armrests ever be the worst of my problems? I don’t think so. A life where uncomfortable armrests are a real issue isn’t exactly a life. Fuck those armrests.
I’m restless these days. It has something to do with recent events in my life. I’ve found passion again. I feel it in my blood. How could something so small have such a wide ranging effect?
It’s been years…
I have returned to my dire need of adventure. The Capa calls to me. So does La Vie Velominatus. And so does art, if you can call what I do art. I have started to because many people have called it that too, and I’ve been informed that it’s OK to name yourself that when it’s common knowledge that art is what you do and people treat it as such. Mind you, clients probably never will. But people, the good, bad and ugly. I had forgotten how the lack of comfort feels. I like it. The chair nags at my brain and i find myself holding a camera just because. The sound of the shutter is as romantic as it always was and I need to explore all the dark places of the world and bring them under the hard, judging light of my flashing judgement. I was never really a journalist. I always care, I always get involved and I always express a point of view. I’ve never really believed in Truth, just in points of view. I guess studying journalism taught me that one.
One day i may have the courage to photograph parts of my own life. My cravings and my needs. My loves and my hates. I’ve always avoided that. I never photograph love, and I rarely photograph friends. What could be harder than to lose those and still have your stills ready to watch and be watched. Memories change. Negatives don’t. They sometimes age with you but that seldom is enough. I fear this may be my biggest failure. Some day the adventure will take me to my front door. But once there what will i do?
There are many times I’ve though I should stop caring. About my subjects, about life, etc. I was sometimes close to thinking that’s what should be done because it prevents pain. Man, those times were stupid. There’s nothing better in this world than caring, even if it’s the stupidest thing you could do (it always is). Everything ends, and it mostly ends horribly but that’s the charm. One must care. Otherwise where’s the adventure?
The trench-coat adoration post
My old trenchcoat, not as cool and the picture is meh, but I'd rather not steal something from the internet.
I imagine you can guess what my favorite bit of clothing is, what with it being in the title of this thing. It sometimes switches to tweed but all in all I think the trench-coat is the defining work when it comes to my personal ideas and style.
It all started a few (3?) years ago when is started reading Hellblazer. It took me a few good months to read the whole collection of hellblazer and by the end I almost started smoking. It seemed natural that I should. Then again at this point I might mention that I’m pretty easy to influence by awesomeness and John Constantine is nothing if not awesome. But I’m not gonna start smoking. It’s not my thang`. I find it disgusting even in others, though I try to respect their choices and not let them know how much it sickens me to smell that thing. Me, I like tic-tacs.
Anyway… I wasn’t gonna start smoking, but I must take something away from all of that and what i got, it turns out is a very deep love of trench-coats. Not just any trenchcoat, It must be the perfect trench-coat. It must be beige. It must be appropriately long, It must have a pretty solid material that doesn’t look like all shit and it must have proper shoulders, epaulettes and all the other beautiful things that make trench-coats so gloriously bad-ass. If you don’t get what I’m saying just ask Bogart, Constantine, Dr Strange, The Spirit or any other trenchcoat wearing bad-ass. But this is real life. We don’t get clothes that can change shape and style from one panel to the next so we have to do our best to get the perfect one if we want to exude the right attitude. I am not a sleuth or a spy or a wizard. I’m a photographer and usually i look like one (the giant camera is a big hint) but sometimes i wanna be a wizard. And then the trench-coat comes in. It makes me feel like a wizard. It helps me be misterious and it has the exact amount of flutter behind me that i need. Plus it protects me from the cold and the rain. What could be better? A duster? I’m sure Harry Dresden would say so, but then again he can wear whatever he wants.
The point is that I have found the perfect trenchcoat a few months back. It’s the most money I’ve ever spent on clothes and I’d do it again in a heartbeat because i feel as though it defines me and my moods. I love autumn, I love autumn so hard right now because it’s the perfect time to wear my trenchcoat through the deep fog of Timisoara’s evenings and pretend to brood and be misterious.
If one feels like a wizard, one is a wizard.
PS: I”M BACK!
Verde pentru Biciclete
You know, I really do apreciate the work these strange and slightly green tinted people do for my comfort when on a bike. Sure, it’s not really like buying me a new seat … even though my birthday is coming up and it would be a really nice gesture (I quite like the fi’zi:k Taurus and it would look good on my mountainbike, just thought I’d mention it). Anyway, they do seem to be making headway into making those obnoxious things that i will, for lack of a better word call ”bike lanes” on this city’s ruptured and bleeding sidewalks. Good for them and good for all of us who have but two leg powered wheels at out disposal at any given time. To show my apreciation for this (and get baloons) i try to go out to the bike marches through the city, mostly fun affairs (the last one even for me a nice bike shirt).
PICS FOR THE PICS GOD. <<<Many-a pic for download.
In a dark alley
Photo by Zorislav ''Z-Bone'' Stojanovic
It’s dark and cold on the city’s streets tonight. Autumn seemes to have made a timely arrival, covering the land with her windy veil. I can tell, she’s already wraped herself around my neck like a gealous mistress, clinging, suffocating. I hope the throat infection will dissapear soon, the coughing fits make a paranoid mind think of lots of things in the middle of the night when the only thing you share your bed with is one of them huggable pillows.
My mind returns to the streets i’m walking as an old garbage truck almost runs me over. It’s hard to think in this downpour and it’s even harder to see. The noodle stands are all closed in this district already, new laws from city central have cut down on all nightlife and all the seedy fun you can find in seedy places. I guess it’s just the price people pay to feel safer. With all the rapists and the thieves out in the rain, cussing bitterly instead of having a glass of the old cheap-and-strong going down their necks.
The rain starts getting in my shoes, the soggyness makes them no diferent from anything else i can think of at this point. It’s all soggy over here tonight, even dreams. I turn left down an alleyway. Lights dim as my eyes adjust to it quickly because i’ve closed them in the last few seconds on the well lit street, just in case any soggy surprises may be waiting for me on this rainy night. Somewhere around here my contact should be waiting for me but I came early. I set myself up in a dark corner that’s just as soggy as the damn rest and I wait. The rain goes through my trenchcoat like it’s made out of paper and i can feel my badge sticking to my chest. For a moment it’s even colder than the rain and my lonely thoughts, taking my breath away with an icy bite…damn plastic.
My contact still hasn’t showed up and i’m thankful i didn’t bring my piece with me. In times like these things that can break when wet should be left at home. Either way, interested eyes that know what to look for can see it on your shouldger and get crazy ideas, and you wouldn’t want that in this kinda town on this kinda night. The canon i usually have straped to my shoulder isn’t big enough or expensive enough for this kinda job anyway.I shrug away the creeping cold and have a fit of coughing that i feel ringing deep inside my head. I’m getting too old for…
And there she is, high heels on the cobblees ringing out in the night, her face obscured by the deeper darkness under her umbrella, she walks towards me and i reach into my pocket. She hesitates a moment but remembers herself and carries on, a real dame, this one. As she gets close i don’t say a word, distracted my her scent in the wind, dampened by the rain. I mindlessly take out the envelope in my pocket and she takes it away with a mumble, reaching for hwe own, i take it and look inside. I’m not worried, she’s not double-crossing me on this and the things in the envelopes don’t bet soggy in the rain. I nod and leave. ”Enjoy your wedding pictures.”
To be continued.
Conversations with a spambot
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Gabriel Amza: I’m awesome
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Kissy Cowherd: hi baby
Gabriel Amza: you dirty whore
Kissy Cowherd: I’ll be your whore
Gabriel Amza: spambot, eh?
Kissy Cowherd: nah, I am a vegetarian… no spam for me! haha
Gabriel Amza: really, how do you know me?
Kissy Cowherd: Just got out of the shower…long day been kind of busy! but i’m feeling naughty! so what’s up ….. want to have some fun?
Gabriel Amza: What is the meaning of life, the universe and everything?
Kissy Cowherd: I need a man that can make me squirt……have u ever made a girl squirt? lolz
Gabriel Amza: through her nose.
Kissy Cowherd: gonna change my clothes … want to see ?
Gabriel Amza: i’d like to see your liver on my plate.
Kissy Cowherd: miami
Gabriel Amza: Look, i think that at this point we both know that we are now in a serious relationship. That being said, make me a sammich and get me a beer from the fridge.
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Gabriel Amza: OMG, you like firefly too!
Kissy Cowherd: wanna play on cam?
Gabriel Amza: wanna play starcraft?
I hit my head today
Billy looked at the dark foreboding sky, his faser at his waist. It was useless now, it’s battery hadn’t run out. It was mostly the fact that it was a toy that made it more than useless. But faith gives power. The ongoing war proved that. In the sky a billion microscopic particles danced around in eddies. They were once houses, cars, cute puppies and, of course, trekkies and star wars fans alike. He crawled back into his mortar-made foxhole. Who would have thought belief would go that far.
The third war wasn’t caused by such beliefs as chrestianity, or muslims. It had nothing to do with the terrorist attack sthat happened around the time it started. That was just a sideshow attraction. The internet made a lot of things happen in the world. It brought cultures together and it allowed for unprefedented communication between the peoples of earth but they only really used it to watch twisted porn from other parts fo the world (a heads up to you here, Japan!) and to throw shit at one another becaause of diferences in opinion. SOmetimes just for the sake of it. It was for ”Teh LOLZ” as it were. The whole thing escalated insanely. Seeing the power they could wield the new masters of the most indoctrinated people in the world decided to fight each other in a long campaign that started with lolcats and demotivationals and ended in full fledged murder.
The bombing of Vulcan, Alberta by the Rogue Squadron started it all.
They had the wish but lacked the way to do it. Ebay, however, was there to help and sold them a couple of old B52s which they subsequently used to bomb the living daylights out of the place. When, in the light of this tragedy, all George Lucas did was laugh, Shatner rallied his troups. Starfleet was born and in the coming war many a red shirt died on the blades of variously coloured lightsabers. Soon American Suburbia fell, followed by the cities. As all of civilisation fell to insane fandom. Soon, from deep in the wild, the great rednecks rose and atempted to gain their own territory. The war was then fought on three fronts. Neither of the parties even considering allies. Down are the days of infinite variety in infinite combinations. There can be only one winner in the great war of atrition that stretches the globe. Soon, nuclear fallout had come to pass.
Flashback done, Jimmy, no, wait, Billy, the Shatnerite in a foxhole created by a stray imperial morter round dies of a surprising hasbro lightsaber stab to the neck. His soul floated away through his fake vulcan ears in much the same way a brick doesn’t.
The ears themselves are another story alltobether, collected by squads of jedi and word around their neck to probe their skill.
Shutter Island REVIEW
Noul film al lui Martin Scorsese, Shutter island, este un film foarte bun(parerea mea). Urmeaza sa va explic de ce.
Atmosfera intretinuta este cheia intregului film. Cadrele si lumina de film noir abunda. Decorul si muzica sunt sinistre. Intreg contextul de insula furtunoasa cu un sanatoriu pentru oamenii violenti este si ea sinistra. Personajele, pacientii isterici sau suspicios de linistiti, disparitiile si inconsecventele, gardienii constant vigilenti si personalul tacut al spitalului. Intreg filmul iti da unsemtiment foarte dubios. E o mancarime psihologica pe care nu o poti plasa sau scarpina, un deja-vu, un sentiment de panica chiar sub suprafata. Ceva teribil se intampla pe Shutter Island. Ceva ce nu se intampla decat in locuri sinistre si furtunoase care au o istorie de violenta.
Intreaga actiune a filmului are loc pe o insula penitenciar Shutter Island. O insula la 17 km de tarmul USA. La inceputul filmului aflam ca o pacienta a disparut misterios din sanatoriul situat pe insula. Pentru a investiga disparitia, biroul US Marshals a trimis 2 agenti Teddy Daniels (Leonardo DiCaprio) si Chuck Aule (Mark Ruffalo). Ajungand pe insula devin suspiciosi, totul este putin ciudat, privirile si atitudinile sunt fortate si putin la nealocul lor. Shutter Island ascunde ceva. Curand il cunoastem pe doctorul responsabil pentru azil, Dr. Cawley, jucat foarte bine de Ben Kingsley. In timpul interogarilor si a anchetei Agentul Teddy incepe sa isi dea seama ca secretul insulei este legat de propriul sau trecut. De lagarele de concentrare pe care le-a vazut cand era soldat in WW2.
De aici nu mai zic nimic despre asta pentru ca trebuie sa vedeti filmul singuri.
Actiunea are un pas alert care nu te lasa foarte mult stand linistit. Intamplarile sunt confuze, repetarile de flashback nu par repetitive deloc, fiind legate perfect in poveste si in pacing-ul filmului. Scorsese a incercat sa incurce si sa fascineze prin modul in care povestea este spusa.
Publicul devine detectiv, incercand sa isi dea seama ce se intampla pe insula. Atmosfera exceptionala si pasul alert fac drumurile la baie foarte grele de frica sa nu pierzi ceva esential si sa ratezi concluzia. Personaleje sunt si ele fascinante si excelent jucate. Iar derularea povestii, gandita foarte bine din pct. de vedere psihologic te lasa ghicind pana in ultimul moment. Concluzia este si ea epica, satisfacatoare chiar. Nu iti lasa in stomac un gol, o nevoie de a afla mai mult.
Shutter island este un film foarte bine gandit, jucat si regizat. Cu muzica si imagine care se completeaza excelent reciproc in crearea unei armosfere superbe de film noir. Mister si claustrofobie. Un film care merita vazut la cinema, cu popcorn si mountain dew.
I am fucking off to London, cica
A unrelated moustache being mildly optimistic.
I hate my life.
Asta cuget io azi in timp ce ascult ”All for me Grog” si ma gandesc sa imi iau pe mine tweed-ul si sa ma plimb prin oras ca un isteric in timp ce cuget in vesnicul meu pesimism la viata mea. La inceputul acestui an, intr-o bodega vesela care avea pe pereti doar femei dezbracate care isi ocupau timpul cu tot felul de fapte depravate am decis ca eu urasc Romania. Nu din cauza femeilor sau a birtului, ci din cauza lui Boc si a forfetarului. Iaca, incep io optimist o firma in ideea de a-mi face un drum in viata cand vine guvernul si imi da in cap cu o bota noduroasa fiscala in mod repetat pana mi se scurge pe urechi orice farama de speranta pentru viitorul meu ca si om liber.
Imi urasc viata. Si pe tine, Boc, te urasc si mai mult. Te avertizez ca daca nu imi merge chestia cu master-ul vin dupa tine noaptea si voi inota intr-o cada plina de intestinele familiei tale. (sau macar asa imi imaginez eu ca sa imi linistesc nervi)
Acuma cica sunt in ultimul semestru de facultate. Am inceput prima saptamana cu 4 absente la 4 materii pe care nu stiam ca le am in aceasta dimineata. Trezit vesel mi-am facut o neterminata curatenie in camera si am continuat prin a ma interesa de master si chestii pe care trebuie sa le fac. Semestrul a inceput excelent, cu o restanta la singura profesoara care baga in mine frica mai rau decat diabolica ciocolata alba pe care o detest de mic. Cu intrebari existentiale de: ”Oare in conditiile astea io macar termin facultatea?” am decis sa continui fara a ma descuraja. Teoria este ca in cel mai rau caz concussive maintenance rezolva toate problemele vietii.
Ma uit pe site-ul viitoarei mele universitati. It discomcobulates me.
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In sfarsit gasesc. Aflu ca am nevoie de o groaza de chestii si ca am nevoie de ele repede. Ma apuc de ele in tandem cu scrisul la licenta (Am scris 5 cuvinte in 3 luni. Numele facultatii de pe prima pagina.) amandoua merg bine pentru vreo 30 de secunde. In acest moment imi sare vesel in fata un coleg de la firma panicat ca vom muri cu toti in inchisoare datorita datoriilor firmei (nici nu suntem siguri daca are datorii,dar fotografii sunt animale suspicioase si neincrezatoare in legislatie, pradatorul nostru cel mai misel) incerc sa il calmez si imi dau seama ca nici eu nu sunt foarte sigur de ce spun. Decid ca e mai bine sa ignor toata problema si sa am grija de ea cand vine politia la usa. Totdeauna am vrut sa fiu un om al padurilor, ala ar fi un moment bun sa incep. Daca ala ar fi un moment bun pentru aia… pe plan scurt asta ar fi un moment bun sa ma apuc serios de baut. E trecut de 10 dimineata deci este perfect etic. Nu sunt un betiv ordinar daca e trecut de 10 dimineata.
Up: The little house that could
I love blimps
I like movies, you know, and 2009 was one interesting year when it comes to movies. It had some great movies. Watchmen, Inglorious Basterds, AVATAR, Moon, Black Dynamite just to name a few of my favorites. I haven’t seen all of the great movies of 2009 and, to tell teh truth, they were all ”the greatest movie of the year” as i walked out of the cinema. Still, i have to watch a few more. I didn’t see ”where the wild things are” and the wolf man. Neither have i seen The duo of second comings that are New Moon and Transformers 2. I am however optimistic and so i hope never to see them unless i start killing children and eating their liver. In that case i expect to see them in hell. Anyway, let’s talk about my most recent ”Best Movie of the Year!!!”
Up is another one of those generic heart warming Pixar movies that make you feel all warm and cuddly inside while making your eyes feel sweaty (probably because of all the warmth in your heart). It surprises me how they can keep these going so well, WALLEEEEE was much of the same pit of heart warming nonsence. It just didn’t reach me because it’s hard for me to relate to a monosilabic little dumpster and his upper-class MAC swwtie who has the same capability for speech (and therefore are macs any beyyer, i ask you?).
Anyway….
What a great story! The characters are excelent and, as far as i’m concerned, the writers deserve a pat on the back. and by pat on the back i mean a great big sack of money and a paid expedition to south america. They bloody well deserve it, let me tell you. The script was brilliant, the characters as well. The cinematography excelent and the soundtrack really enhanced the feel of the movie. I hope Pixar is pushing Up for the Oscars. it deserves a few at the very least. it’s incredible.
Not pictured in Up.
The background of it’s characters. Explained in the opening sequence gave me tears on more than one ocasion. It was heart touching and beautiful. No dialogue at all, mind you. Just great imagery taht utterly explains the story without needing text or a narator’s talkyness. (that’s the professional term, that) The rest of the movie follows that same lead. The dialogue is great and it really gives you a feel for the characters. The action follows and expands. Taking the characters: Karl Fredricksen (an old man who always planed for adventure but never got around to it) and Russell (a young, over-eager scout) to strange and glorious places on a quest to fulfill dreams and witness the Spirit of Adventure!
PS: I’m surprised to finally see a generic yourn asian-american child for once. Instead of some sort of bland little twirp who speeks in a funni accenth as if we were taken straight out of some 40s cartoon.
UP had the same effect on me as a rather eager french prostitute named Butch would have It stabbed me right in the fucking heart (then proceded to take my wallet and leg it out of the cardboard box i was living in at the time). It was one of the most heart touching stories i’ve seen all year. The whole idea strikes a chord in me that few movies have matched. Thusly i seem to have been blubbing for a great part of the movie as if i was a french person who just found out he’s adopted and is, in fact, not french at all (it’s not as funny to witness though). All of the bits of the movie work great together, enhancing the feeling of it all. The movie did well in box offices and i hope it’ll be remembered in the colective consciousness of people who like good movies. May it age like fine cheese but with less mold.
I’m curious to know what you thing, so leave a message if you have an opinion you feel is worthy of sharing.
I’m watching Twilight
Tocmai am inceput sa ma uit la twilight prima oara in viata mea.
SI a murit o caprioara, this movie is so action-packed!
asta cred ca e bella, care tocmai se muta intr-un oras micut prin de hobo people and what i think are Cthulhu worshipers. Fhtagn!
She has a cactus…way more cute than a dog. Nu.
Her dad mock fights a handicaped indian and then gave her a truck… cred ca vine la pachet with this guy cu plete care pana la urma cica e varcolac.
She goes to highschool and it’s generic. Primeste glumele clasice de new guy and we get a classic montage and a creepy asian guy. She is the ”suffer in silence type” cica. She apeares to be emo….and has white skin.
Ha. Edward has a sister/thing….she doesn’t sparkle….but she’s hot.
HOTE TO SELF: Edward might have down syndrome.
Acuma she’s stalking him……best couple ever!
She stalks him, he goes in seisures and she falls prone on ice, din ce am inteles asta se intampla des.
I wasn’t paying attention to the movie for the last 3 minutes cause i started sending business emails.
Si am pierdut majoritatea povestii despre ochii lui Edward.
OMG HE SAVES HER LIFE LOL!!!! cat de generic plot machine poate fi intreg accidentul asta.
Random talk at the hospital….
Skipped ahead….
Si acuma he just threatened to rape her.
Also, indians hate vampires.
Tocmai am observat unghiurile interesante de camera specifice pentru bella si pentru edward,
”i’m not afraid of you” si acuma se plimba pe niste redwood trees, ON THEM! Crouching tiger, hidden dragon much?
Vampirii joaca baseball si acuma au venit ce ar putea fi personajele negative. HA!
Vampires aparently do not fight. They get into some sort of…turn based strategy battle stanced and wait for initiative and their turn.
They made peace. So Now edward wants to kill a guy….and go to canada too. It’s how they roll in canada.
During the rest of the movie i was talking to people on instant messanger.
It failed to keep my attention and aparently ended a while ago, what i was hearing was the ending credits music.
I have wasted time.
DOMINO review
Exista o lectie foarte importanta in filmul asta. Poti sa fi cel mai cool om din lume si tot sa fi naspa. Filmul asta este, pe scurt, un fel de manelist, care umbla in masina cool, cu bling la gat, si cu o tipa secsi langa el, se plimba ei prin mall, cu masina lasata pe bordura, in fata intrari, si ocazional ii mai baga mana in vagin pe sub fusta mini, ca deh, oamenii cool se plictisesc cand se plimba prin mall. Nah, asa e si filmul asta, DOMINO, un ”cool flick” atata de uncool incat poate fi comparat cu demotivational-ul ala, cu tipul cu cele 4 gulere intoarse in sus. SIgur, vizual cica e cool, e cross processed, are cadre si miscari de camera interesante, oroginale, un stil nou, funky, putin artsy, cateodata iti aduce aminte de film european, pentru jumatatea de secunda dupa ce ti-a murit un neuron si parca lumea nu mai e atata de urata. Dar repete iti dai seama ca de fapt lumea este foarte urata. Ieri m-am uitat la district 9. Un film excelent, care ma facut sa imi dau seama ca de fapt oamenii suck. Azi ma uit la amaratul asta de DOMINO, care ma face sa cred ca oamenii nu au pic de gust, sunt lipsiti de originalitate, si merita sa moara cateodata doar pentru ca imi asalteaza in asa hal simtul esteticului.
Amaratul asta de film, cu niste actori bunicei care nu ii voi mentiona in ideea ca paote poate uit ca au fost in filmul asta, este facut dupa un personaj de benzi desenate, care mai apare si prin DEADPOOL (si aia e foarte cool). Chestia e ca personajul este destul de violat in gaurile facute unde l-au injunghiat regizorii si scenaristi de catre nevastuici drogate si hiperactive. Ce imagine oribila e asta, nu? Ei nah, io am suferit 2 ore din filmul asta asa ca meritati si voi sa fiti oripilati putintel, oricum, stati linistiti, nu e la fel de rau. Intre o nevastuica hiperactiva care ma violeaza in buric (nu mi sa intamplat vreodata) si revizionarea hidoseniei asteia…..nu stiu ce as face. Chiar nu stiu, sper sa nu fiu vreodata fortat sa fac aceasta alegere intr-un joc nebun SAW style.
Ideea e ca filmul asta e chair hidos. E o scena de lap-dance…cu o keira knightley (nah, i said it) sexi…dar de care nu m-as atinge momentan pentru ca a fost in filmul asta…….
scena nu se compara cu cea din DEATHPROOF….care e de-a dreptul epica. Tot filmul asta e prost! Nu sunt coerent pentru ca mi-au murit mai multi neuroni in timpul filmului asta decat in a 2-a cand ma lovit leaganul ala in ceafa obscen de tare.
Nici intre leagan si revizionarea lui DOMINO nu stiu ce as alege. Poate se mai vindeca in timp dar amandoua lasa niste cicatrici oribile in/pe capul meu.
Don’t watch this movie if you wanna live a happy life.
SI, daca vrei un film atta de cool incat iti va curge sange prin urechi si uretra, de ce nu te uiti ca un om normal la: SNATCH!!!!! lock, stock and two smoking barrels, rock’n'rolla sau SMOKIN` ACES. Chiar si ocean’s variablenumberofpeople care e si el destul de cool, in timp ce incearca sa fie cool si ii iese pentru ca stie cum trebuie sa o faca.
Coduri deontologice la 20 de ani
Deci, de cand m-am apucat de fotografie si de cand am facut practica la primul ziar (Timisoara) mi0am dat seama de un lucru. Ca formator de opinie publica noi suntem niste oameni foarte importanti. Primul press pass e un surge de putere uimitor, you feel on top of the world. You get into places and people are not alowed to bitch about it, chair si cand nu ai voie pentru ca opinia publica e un lucru foarte puternic. Probabil cel mai puternic lucru din toata societatea asta umana. Si ca fotograf e important sa iti cunosti valoarea, si ca reporter la fel. Unde mergi tu si ce vez documentezi imprejurimile si formezi o istorie in real time a rasei umane. WHAT YOU SEE< WHAT YOU DO< WHAT YOU FEEL is important. De aceea niciodata nu am ezitat sa cer acreditari la variate evenimente, chair si cand nu mergeam neaparat de la ziar sau cand nu intra materialul in el. The way i see it, cat timp imi duc aparatul cu mine organizatorii castiga mai mult decat daca as merge cu biletul platit. Pozele pana la urma tot ajung on the wire (asta mai nou, de cand am creat V Photo Agency, [we are still working on the site] o agentie de presa, birou media si studio cu niste prieteni, it is awesome).
Ce vreau sa explic exact e ca nu e rau sa ceri acreditarela un eveniment la care vrei sa mergi si petnru tine, cat timp duci aparatul si iti faci treaba. Pozele ajung on the wire service, si everybody wins. Daca organizatori are dicks si nu accepta, then fuck them, trebuie sa iei bilet. Ii ca si un lift, nu se strica niciodata, se transforma doar in scari, dar ideea e ca inainte sa o iei pe scari ii bine sa incerci usa la lift. E mai bine petnru toata luma, petnru tine si petnru organizatori si nu pierzi nimic.
Remember kids, you are journalists damnit! (some of you are oricum)
Cuget.
Did you know that we are not, in fact, impervious to other people’s asshole-ness? We aren’t. Aparent in trecut eram mult mai ok. Probabil din lipsa internetului si din cauza contactului u oameni pe care il aveau oamenii atunci. Cica odata se vorbea in tramvai cu omul de langa tine, cu colegii din alte grupe de pe la facultate si cu oamenii cu care mergeai prin tren. Desigur, chiar ieri un nenea incerca in tramvai sa vorbeasca cu oameni care il refuzau politicos si continuau sa se uite la nimic si sa asculte muzica pe la ipoade. Era suparat si dezamagit de tineret, de oameni si de lume.Am ajuns oare ca si oamenii aia din equilibrium in care pur si simplu nu ne mai pasa, nu mai avem empatie si nu vrem sa avem nici o legatura cu lumea din jurul nostru?
O vreme, de cand mi-am luat primul empetreiplayer pana cand sa stricat eu mergeam cu muzica prin urechi peste tot. Cand sa stricat eram tare emo despre aia si pana la urma am iesit din casa fara scutul ala. Am uitat cum este, trebuie sa recunosc. Lumea are sunete mutle si variate, de la batranii care se cearta la colt ana la indragostitii aia iritanti care stau in fata mea in tramvai si se pleoscaie reciproc. Cateodata vrei sa omori oameni, dar aia e ok, ideea e sa nu scoti pixul si sa il bagi in gatul lor pentru ca pana la urma aia nu ajuta pe nimeni cu nimic. Acuma am empetreiplayer dar nu il iau cu mine peste tot, nu ma simt atasat de el ca un scut intre mine si lume si ascult muzica cand imi arde un cantec, nu cand merg pe strada pentru a ma detasa de mediu si a ma interioriza ca sa nu care-cumva sa am un atac de panica din cauza oamenilor de langa mine. Desigur, nu imi plac oamenii si nici in ziua de azi nu sunt ok cu multimile de oameni in care sunt singur. De aia nu merg prin multimi de oameni singur.
Amu, ambasadorii umanitatii pentru mine sunt prietenii mei, care sunt acolo sa ma convinga ca lumea nu e atata de rea si meschina si sa imi arate ca are si parti bune, sunt oameni de la care ma astept la suport moral si orice alt fel de care as avea nevoie. E singurul lucru de la care ma astept de la ei si singurul lucru pe care il ofer la randul mei inapoi, lucrul ala care face lumea sa se invarta si care da oamenilor, ca specie, sansa avansare. PRIETENIA. E chestia aia care e totdeauna acolo cand ai nevoie de ea, cand esti emo ca ti-a murit cainele sau ca nu mai e sunca (say…if you are fat) is acolo cand aproape pici facultatea si cand ai nevoie de ajutor in variatele tale incercari prin viata, cand iti rupi piciorul, cand nu stii la examen si iti dau sa copiezi si cand treci pe la ei ca sa printezi referate. Este chestia care face totul sa functioneze. Nu poate fi cumparata cu bani, sau faima, sau ponei, sau pietre sau elastic sau margele. Ea exista si singurul lucru care oamenii ar trebui sa il ceara in schimbul ei este tot prietenia, it is it’s only price. Though a big price it is.
Io cica is mizantrop. Lucru foarte adevarat. I want little to do with the world pentru ca the world hurts. Traiesc asa cum traim toti, in bula mea cu legaturile mele cu exteriorul pe care eu le aleg si de care sunt dependent. Bula nu prea se poate sparge pentru ca nu e facuta asa dar e foarte important ca conexiunile dintre bule sa nu se rupa pentru ca altfel ramanem doar cu bula si cu empetreiplayer-ul si cu sunca.
Si iaca ca multe s-or intamplat de cand am mai scris si io pe aci
Multe si interesante si distractive si triste si diferite si vechi si clisee si noutati. Am terminat de citit the Ciaphas Cain books si voi face review dar aia altadata. Am fost la concertul lui baniciu si voi face review…dar altadata. Am facut poze la porto arte si m-am distrat de nebunie in ploaie…..dar aia altadata ca inca nu e developat filmul, chair e inca in aparat, pentru ca e genul ala de film. Voi scrie despre ploaie si voi scrie despre soare si voi scrie despre multe dar altadata. Am fsot in medias si voi scrie si despre aia caci acolo am avut prima mea expozitie personala. Dar si aia altadata. Voi scrie despre tren si despre accente si despre mancare dar aia tot in ala cu mediasul. Voi scrie despre scoala si voi scrie despre practica la adevarul (possibly, maybe) dar si aia altadata. Acuma intentionez sa vorbesc despre fotografie, asa cum am facut pana acuma de multe ori si despre ce cred io ca inseamna asta, si cum aici nu sunt atata de multe de scris am zis sa scriu despre asta acuma ca mi se pare mai important si asta e primul. Read the rest of this entry »
Ramblings
Si iaca stau aici si cuget. Despre viata. Despre placeri si despre drepturile mele de a arunca opinii in vietile altora precum si cererile aferente de edigari si modificari pe care le recomand. E o chestie pe care o fac eu si pe care, desigur, ca un om logic ce sunt consider ca nu am nici un drept sa o fac. E genul ala de chestie care irita oamenii la culme si care face relatiile sociale atata de tampite si ciudate cand vine vorba de mine. Pe langa toate astea este, cateodata, o chestie de la care nu pot sa ma abtin si sa stiti, nici nu consider ca ar trebui totdeauna. Bagarea in seama a acestor chestii desigur este foarte optionala ca si totul pe lumea asta dar are, de asememea ca si totul pe lumea asta consecinte. Poate ca sunt eu naspa. Chiar, as putea zice, precis sunt eu naspa in multe feluri si asta sunt eu. Nu consider totdeauna ca pentru asemenea chestii trebuie sa imi cer scuze. Desigur ar trebui sa fiu tampit sa cred ca este normal ca oamenii sa se ia dupa opiniile mele si sa se ghideze dupa ele in viata in general dar totusi, macar la prieteni, la aia adevarati consider ca acestea ar trebui bagate in seama macar most of the time. Nu stiu ce sa zic. Sunt io naspa dar asta este.
