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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?

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ianuarie 5, 2012 at 8:36 pm

Shutter Island REVIEW

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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.

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martie 2, 2010 at 8:41 pm

Up: The little house that could

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I love blimps

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?).


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.

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.

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ianuarie 6, 2010 at 9:27 pm

PRofesional rant

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Sa-mi bag splina in nevastuicile vietii.  Cata lipsa de seriozitate si profesionalism. Curat misel. Iaca aci o parabola despre de ce lumea e naspa si lipsita de respect si alte chestii elementare care io personal le consider necesare in societate. Daca nu respect macar frica. Daca nu frica macar ura. Iubire si severitate, nu dragoste si moleciune. Cum zicea profesorul meu de istorie din clasa a 9-a inainte sa ne dea 1 in catalog.

Iaca asa ca cica is fotograf, nu zic io ca is mare artist in viata ca is foarte departe de asa ceva dar imi place sa cred ca sunt pe drumul spre bucata aia de artistenie (daca nu exista cuvantul naspa pentru el). Iaca ase ca fac chestii, care cum va sa zica, fac poze pentru chestii ca chestii nu stiu sa fac. In legatura cu aia sunt incompetent dar cum majoritatea oamenilor nu pot sa faca chestii nu ma simt foarte frustrat de asta. Oricum, sa nu deviez mult. Ideea e ca fac poze, pe la evenimente, pe la concerte, daca sunt platit super daca nu e posibil sa do it anyway for a piece of cake, un suc sau macar putin respect, un te rog si un multumesc la sfarsit cand termin chestia si le pica falca cand vad cat de faine sunt pozele (asta mai rar).

Deci, review: CAKE. Seriously, o felie de torn de multumesc si iti fac tot festivalul de 4 zile de la munte cu 1433 de formatii si 16 curve care danseaza pe bat 53 de ore continuu in slow motion real. Asta, daca stii cum sa ma iei si te porti cu mine ca un om. Pentru ca la o adica poate ma distrez si io pe acolo si tot asa. Problema e cand  oamenii considera fotograful un fel de curva ieftina care trebuie sa se puna in genunchi si sa se milogeasca sa suck your FUCKING DICK. FUCK YOU YOU LITTLE TURDS. I WILL FUCK YOUR MOTHERS IN THE KNIFE WOUNDS I SHALL INFLICT ON THEIR BRAINS.

Dar din nou, deviez. „Ideea e ca”, dupa vorba lui Alex, nu strica sa arati oamenilor un pic de respect pentru ca that will surprise you. In schimb, sa oferi la 2 fotografi suma de 50 de lei sa o imparta intre ei pentru munca de 2 zile e putin insultator. People really aren’t that cheap of hookers. Ideea e ca daca zicea ceva de genul „you get cate o felie de tori si bere in fiecare din cele 2 zile”  rezultau cateva chestii:

1. In primul rand, pentru ei, ieseau fotografii din barlogul lor de ura mentru omenire unde stau si arunca cu rahat in trecatori (din iubire). Si le faceau poze la chestie, pentru ca it would have been fun.

1. AIci vine problema: tort plus bere egal diaree. Dar cat timp au closet curat aprovizionat cu hartie igienica tot iesea ok.

Lectia zilei: Sa tratezi oamenii cu respect pentru ca daca nu s-ar putea sa te trezesti cu familia omorata, masina incendiata si hamsterul plangand in borcan pentru ca a fost eviscerat si lasat sa moara incet.

Desigur, alternativa mai clasica ar fi ca te trezesti fara fotograf bun  ,pentru ca i-ai tratat urat si nu mai vor sa lucreze cu tine.

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martie 5, 2009 at 8:55 pm