Soundtrack: "I'm under you spell" dedicated to... Oh, you know who you are.
Special person of the day: Birthday Butterfly Power Girl!! You Rock!!
Showing posts with label movie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movie. Show all posts
Soundtrack: "I'm under you spell" dedicated to... Oh, you know who you are.
Special person of the day: Birthday Butterfly Power Girl!! You Rock!!
Gosh, I gotta tell you about this movie! I saw it with Zhe about a month ago, who just like me, got totally wrapped up in the beauty of it. Ok, "Dancer in the Dark" is still my favourite film but this one comes pretty fucking close, I gotta say! Don't let the poster or trailer scare you, Antichrist is just so much more then that.
There are a few things you ought to prepare yourself for though. Share the movie experience with someone, don't eat popcorn or anything like that (you have to glue your eyes to the set so you'll wont miss something). It gets rather nasty at times, as you might have guessed, media babbles on about it. But don't let it scare you off, chose to look at the meaning behind those scenes and if you can't - grab someone's hand and just enjoy the remarkable camera work. Which you, by the way, should be paying attention too all throughout the movie. Let the pictures move you, feel every frame. Be curious but accepting. Let yourself just breath in the pure beauty of this work of art. Cause lets be frank, Lars von Trier has done it again, it is an astonishing piece of art.
Soundtrack: Play list called "Everything is Björk"
Youtube of the day: Swedish radio show, the diary of a dog and a cat. (Sadly its in Swedish)
Fore those of you who read the automatically streamed notes in Facebook, this is my real blog address: http://isobelll.blogspot.com where you can actually see the videos. =)
Getting another cold, having my days again and all at once while I was suppose to be trying out a new job today. I called in sick. Not really being able to swallow. Can't taste anything. Drinking way to little. Watching the Michael Jackson memorial and missing him. I also found my old band T-Shirt. Or I did a couple of weeks ago actually. I was getting ready for that larp that I went to when I needed to have about 10 love letters with me that my character was suppose to have written and I hand no inspiration at all. So I googled old love letters and put on some heartbreaking old music that I used o listen to when I was a teen. Of Course Michael Jackson was a huge part of my lie when I was about 12 (?). And I've never stopped loving his music. So with "Will you be there" in my ears I finally got to write the letters.
There are lots of cool (?) punkers at my place most of the days, mainly cause two of them live here and amongst a lot of other thing they got their love for different band T-Shirts in common. And I didn't wanna be left outside so I found my old band T-Shirt which I've started to use and nightshirt over the last months and put it on. This was about 3 weeks ago. Then I went to the larp, way out in the Forrest without any connection to the outside world. It started at June the 25 where I turned of my cell and the modern world. As soon as the larp ended - the guy my character had written those love letter to - told me that Michael was dead. What? Nah! That can't be true.
It didn't hit me until last night when I watched the Memorial live stream via CNN. Shit, there's the casket. The living room - where I live - was once again filled with the punks playing some video game about killing zombies or rather one was playing it while the rest of the four were glued to the screen in amazement. And later on the homo-erotic boxing game at least made it possible for two of them to play at the same time. Not that I can understand why its so much fun Watching someone Else killing things. But hey, life's got a fair few mysteries left, don't you thing?
So as they were playing I watched the Memorial in my computer corner with headphones and as Michaels brother came on the show singing "Smile" tears stared filling my eyes. He'd touch many of our life's for the last 4 decades and it doesn't even matter if the accusations against him are true or not (but as an old fan I never believed them) I couldn't care less about his private life but I truly loved his music (even though Michael only did a cover on that song once). The evening went on and more and more of the old classics and lots of speeches, often way to long, were streamed into my laptop. It might have been my having a bad cold, getting my period and all of that mess but I truly cried. And as Paris, his 11 year old daughter said "Daddy, I love you" all of us (the fans) cried. So I guess, Thanks Michael for making great music. And even though I really don't believe in God I do hope that you find the rest you so deserved. Come to think about it it somehow already felt like he died lots of years ago, no offence intended. So when the body caved I wasn't surprised. I hope he had at least some happy years at the end. It must have been really hard for him. Ha, so now you know another (big) secret, I'm one of those old MJ fans - might not have been the first guess considering what I'm listening to now days. Or well, I think I've sort of come full circle and can appreciate lots of the old tunes, found my "Hip Hop Nerve" and love the sweet funk again.
Movie of the Day: Revolutionary Road - watched it a second time today, its a real good one! The Characters are well played and feel very realistic.
Song of the Day: Depeche Mode - Home
When that song came on live at Arvika Festival I finally "understood" Depeche Mode.
Getting another cold, having my days again and all at once while I was suppose to be trying out a new job today. I called in sick. Not really being able to swallow. Can't taste anything. Drinking way to little. Watching the Michael Jackson memorial and missing him. I also found my old band T-Shirt. Or I did a couple of weeks ago actually. I was getting ready for that larp that I went to when I needed to have about 10 love letters with me that my character was suppose to have written and I hand no inspiration at all. So I googled old love letters and put on some heartbreaking old music that I used o listen to when I was a teen. Of Course Michael Jackson was a huge part of my lie when I was about 12 (?). And I've never stopped loving his music. So with "Will you be there" in my ears I finally got to write the letters.
There are lots of cool (?) punkers at my place most of the days, mainly cause two of them live here and amongst a lot of other thing they got their love for different band T-Shirts in common. And I didn't wanna be left outside so I found my old band T-Shirt which I've started to use and nightshirt over the last months and put it on. This was about 3 weeks ago. Then I went to the larp, way out in the Forrest without any connection to the outside world. It started at June the 25 where I turned of my cell and the modern world. As soon as the larp ended - the guy my character had written those love letter to - told me that Michael was dead. What? Nah! That can't be true.
It didn't hit me until last night when I watched the Memorial live stream via CNN. Shit, there's the casket. The living room - where I live - was once again filled with the punks playing some video game about killing zombies or rather one was playing it while the rest of the four were glued to the screen in amazement. And later on the homo-erotic boxing game at least made it possible for two of them to play at the same time. Not that I can understand why its so much fun Watching someone Else killing things. But hey, life's got a fair few mysteries left, don't you thing?
So as they were playing I watched the Memorial in my computer corner with headphones and as Michaels brother came on the show singing "Smile" tears stared filling my eyes. He'd touch many of our life's for the last 4 decades and it doesn't even matter if the accusations against him are true or not (but as an old fan I never believed them) I couldn't care less about his private life but I truly loved his music (even though Michael only did a cover on that song once). The evening went on and more and more of the old classics and lots of speeches, often way to long, were streamed into my laptop. It might have been my having a bad cold, getting my period and all of that mess but I truly cried. And as Paris, his 11 year old daughter said "Daddy, I love you" all of us (the fans) cried. So I guess, Thanks Michael for making great music. And even though I really don't believe in God I do hope that you find the rest you so deserved. Come to think about it it somehow already felt like he died lots of years ago, no offence intended. So when the body caved I wasn't surprised. I hope he had at least some happy years at the end. It must have been really hard for him. Ha, so now you know another (big) secret, I'm one of those old MJ fans - might not have been the first guess considering what I'm listening to now days. Or well, I think I've sort of come full circle and can appreciate lots of the old tunes, found my "Hip Hop Nerve" and love the sweet funk again.
Movie of the Day: Revolutionary Road - watched it a second time today, its a real good one! The Characters are well played and feel very realistic.
Song of the Day: Depeche Mode - Home
When that song came on live at Arvika Festival I finally "understood" Depeche Mode.
My first night out, on Friday, was so strange and it almost got me killed! I think I'll have to be more careful in the future. What the hell happened?
We started out at Britain's place, a few of her old friends came by and we walked from place to place picking people up. In “town” there actually are some bars and we found a dance floor, yay me! The music was quite good too. Me and Britain ran out on the floor, just having fun. After a while this chick (yeah, they call us girls that down here) came on to me. She was real cute so I didn't mind. After dancing for a while, getting closer and closer we (of course, you should know me by now) kissed and all of the sudden someone grabbed a hold of my hair and throw me down backwards on the floor so I hit my head real hard. Then I saw the foot coming for me and I rolled out of there, if it would had hit me I'd probably be in a hospital. WTF?
It turns out that she was her sister and real over protective. I've found somewhat of a queer “club” around here, pretty underground but I think I'll call them instead of ever having fun on the dance floor in this time with a girl again. Gah!
The rest of the weekend I spent with a new friend of mine, Spikey. He's real sweet and we watched heap's of movies. And I'm slowly getting used to the cold, now it's bearable any way and a bit warmer too. Three of them were horrors! But it was pretty okay though, I'm sitting in the dark typing this now and am not that afraid. Maybe I'm finally handling my fear of the dark.
We stayed up late last night talking and I realized that I'm happy now, I am where I want to be. Studding art, meeting new people, living in a different country, properly travel some, on my own (Relationship Anarchy), handling things and that feels so good. The real problem right now is that I miss you all back in Sweden so much (and Germany too). Longing to hug you all or just to see you, spend time and be able to touch you would be enough.
School is going good, I love the art teachers. They are so motivating but there is, just as it should be, a lot to do. And it freaks me out that we are getting graded on our art. How can you grade art?
This weekends movies:
The Labyrinth
The Others
The Locals
White Noise
Song of the week: Explosions in the Sky – Have you passed through this night?
We started out at Britain's place, a few of her old friends came by and we walked from place to place picking people up. In “town” there actually are some bars and we found a dance floor, yay me! The music was quite good too. Me and Britain ran out on the floor, just having fun. After a while this chick (yeah, they call us girls that down here) came on to me. She was real cute so I didn't mind. After dancing for a while, getting closer and closer we (of course, you should know me by now) kissed and all of the sudden someone grabbed a hold of my hair and throw me down backwards on the floor so I hit my head real hard. Then I saw the foot coming for me and I rolled out of there, if it would had hit me I'd probably be in a hospital. WTF?
It turns out that she was her sister and real over protective. I've found somewhat of a queer “club” around here, pretty underground but I think I'll call them instead of ever having fun on the dance floor in this time with a girl again. Gah!
The rest of the weekend I spent with a new friend of mine, Spikey. He's real sweet and we watched heap's of movies. And I'm slowly getting used to the cold, now it's bearable any way and a bit warmer too. Three of them were horrors! But it was pretty okay though, I'm sitting in the dark typing this now and am not that afraid. Maybe I'm finally handling my fear of the dark.
We stayed up late last night talking and I realized that I'm happy now, I am where I want to be. Studding art, meeting new people, living in a different country, properly travel some, on my own (Relationship Anarchy), handling things and that feels so good. The real problem right now is that I miss you all back in Sweden so much (and Germany too). Longing to hug you all or just to see you, spend time and be able to touch you would be enough.
School is going good, I love the art teachers. They are so motivating but there is, just as it should be, a lot to do. And it freaks me out that we are getting graded on our art. How can you grade art?
This weekends movies:
The Labyrinth
The Others
The Locals
White Noise
Song of the week: Explosions in the Sky – Have you passed through this night?
