Love me if you dare it ’s light, dreamy, and colorful. The movie does not ask you to take it seriously, but simply to watch as Julien and Sophie play with the elements of conventional life

VSO, tuning up

Friday night was my first time visiting the Vergennes Opera House, a grand space built in 1897 and reopened in 1997 after more than two decades of dormancy. The ensemble that heralded the rebirth of the renovated theatre that year was the Vermont Symphony Orchestra.

Fitting, then, that the Opera House is also one of nine venues around the state to host the annual Vermont Symphony Orchestra “Made in Vermont” fall foliage tour.

Maestro Anthony Princiotti led the concert’s opening with Mozart’s Quartet #4 in C, K157 – a childhood creation whose prescience and lyricality was only enhanced by Princiotti’s tastefully delicate arrangement for string orchestra. The piece’s energy made for a perfect show opener.

From there we moved on to the program’s newly commissioned work, Derrik Jordan’s Odzihozo and the Lake. It’s a programmatic piece, musically realizing Odzihozo’s part of the Abenaki creation story.

Odzihozo – “The man who made himself” – is the mythical being who conjures himself from the dusty remains left over from the Great Creator’s work in making the world. There’s enough material initially to create a full man’s body except for the legs. So Odzihozo drags himself through the land, piling up dirt into  mountains and leaving behind deep trails and trenches that become river beds.

Odzihozo’s real masterpiece is Lake Champlain, and when he’s done making it he loves this work so much that he becomes an island (Rock Dunder), so that he can live in it forever.

Jordan’s work, I believe, will likely be less enduring.

From the plaintive opening bassoon figure (Rite of Spring, anyone?) to the heavy-handed “native” percussion motif that ran the course of the piece, this is one version of the creation story that could withstand some evolution. I appreciated the interwoven subtelty of the two traditional Abenaki themes, and the oboe solo near beginning was utterly lovely. I also have to offer a special kudos to principal percussionist Jeremy Levine, who stole the show with his entertainingly wonderous one-man versatility. Overall Odzihozo offered a mixed experience, while I didn’t deeply dislike it I was left considering the many missed opportunities it had to be a grander effort.

George Bizet’s whimsical Jeux d’enfants (Children’s Games) brought the first half of the program to a marching, leap-frogging conclusion. Alyssa Weinberg’s respectful reduction recalled the joy and imaginative excitement of the original version, for two pianos.

Next stop for the Vermont Symphony Orchestra is the opening Masterworks concert, on October 24th.

Rumor has it we’ll actually get to hear Soovin Kim perform the Sibelius Concerto that eluded the audience the last time it was on the program – remember that? It was springtime a year and a half ago when a mean ice storm blew through on the night of the concert and knocked out power everywhere downtown, including the Flynn.

Always gracious, Soovin took the stage in the dark and offered instead a gorgeous selection of impromptu solo violin music for the disconsolate audience.

Music in Vermont. It’s always memorable.

The films of Albert Lamorisee: Le Ballon Rouge + Crin Blanc: Le Cheval Sauvage

Millions, directed by Danny Boyle…about a little boy who sees Saints

La science des rêves (The Science of Sleep) – starring Cutifuls Charlotte Gainsboug + Gael Garcia Bernal

Jeux d’enfants (Love Me if You Dare) starring Cutiful Marion Cotillard

An American in Paris

WARNING: contains movie spoiler!

Almost a year after finding out about  Yann Samuell’s highly acclaimed movie “Love Me If You Dare” (French title: Jeux D’enfants, which has nothing to do with either “love” or “dare”), I finally got myself a copy with English captions this past week, and spent the later part of my Friday evening watching it on my laptop.

And now, at 3 am in the morning, I can’t sleep.

I’m very easily affected by movies, especially by the ones with plots that tend to shock in one way or another. I mean, I know I wouldn’t be tossing and turning in my bed playing out scenes from “Rush Hour 2″ in my head after I’ve just finished watching it, but for some movies…they stay with you.

From the reviews I’ve browsed through so far, people have either really loved it, or really hated it. Depending on your standpoint, you could somehow integrate all of its “quirks” into a bigger picture that makes beautiful sense, or you could dissect it down to its smallest details, and attack each to no end. Since I’m still in shock, I’m afraid I can’t exactly comment on it sensibly just yet.

Plot overview: a boy and a girl befriend each other in their childhood, find solace in each other and start a dare game, where one person dares and the other must do. They grow up, don’t exactly experience turbulence-free lives, and fall in love with each other, although life ends up getting in the way. As they get older, the game continues and takes on a rather cruel and vengeful angle as their love for each other remains unsatisfied. Ultimately, they confess their love, and mark it as being “eternal”. The end.

What is driving me crazy, is the ending. Now, I’m a fairly optimistic type of person, and tragedies are not really my thing. Throughout the movie, concealed beneath the soft and very Amelie-like facade, it really doesn’t take much for the viewer to sense the dark and almost sadistic nature of the film. Then came the ending. I understand that from an artistic point of view, the act of being buried together in concrete while passionately making out could be symbolic on many levels in terms of the continuity of true love, but couldn’t Samuell have thought of something less…disturbing?! And it’s not even like they got buried in some meaningful place or anything–it was at the site of one of the buildings that Julien (the main male character) is working on, a cold and rather bland spot, almost a random choice. And it leaves me wondering, yeah it’s supposed to mean that their love has been “frozen in time”, but for how long? And why in concrete? Why that building site?

The other way of looking at it is that this whole concrete thing never actually happened, as shown in a different scene at the end. Rather, they ended up living happily ever after and continue to play the dare game. Hm….okay…I’m not really convinced. The whole concrete thing really took me by surprise and I just can’t seem to get that image out of my head.

Artistically, I think this movie was a masterpiece. It showcases a lot about the nature of love–how it’s often deeply complex and controls us at a deeper, subconscious level so that even we cannot fully grasp its manifestations. It questions the possibility of the existence of the “ideal” form of love, and whether a love of such form could actually persist in tandem to the laws of reality. It exaggerates the effect and consequences of love, of how, sometimes, we can love someone so deeply that it literally hurts, and sometimes, it hurts to love someone but we do it anyway. And finally, it questions the concept of “freedom”–can we only feel truly free when we begin to neglect reality? Which one do we desire more: the illusion of freedom or the actual experience of freedom itself (along with its myriad of consequences)? Do we sometimes dare to live, or live to dare?

Would I recommend the movie? Definitely, but only if you are the type that has the patience to search for meaning behind the obvious. Both main characters are intensely pleasing to the eye, and the different versions of La Vie En Rose played throughout the movie will get you hooked. One thing to keep in mind is that this is not Amelie, and was not intended to be. But I dare you to watch it, and experience it for yourself–”Cap ou pas cap?” You decide.

Am dat zilele trecute peste o melodie ce mi-a placut foarte mult si m-am gandit sa v-o prezint si voua.

Melodia face parte din soundtrack-ul filmului francez “Je Vais Bien Ne T’en Fais Pas” (“I’m fine don’t worry”).

Auditie & vizionare placuta.

Fakir bir göçmen kızı olan Sophie (Marion Cotillard) normlara uymayan karakteri nedeniyle çevresi tarafından pek sevilmez.Annesi kanser olan ve artık gün sayan Julien (Guillaume Canet) ise küçük yaşta annesini kaybetmek gibi bir acıyı göğüslemeye hazırlanmaktadır.Bir gün TESADÜFEN tanışırlar ve cesaret üzerine kurulu,hiç bitmeyen,her ortama uygulayabildikleri bir oyunla hızla arkadaş olurlar.Bu kışkırtıcı oyunları zamanla basit bir olay olmaktan çıkıp cesarete dayalı bir aşka dönüşür.Bu çiftin oyunları aşkın mahvedici etkisine kapıldıkça daha da tehlikeli bir hal alır.Film aynı zamanda Belçikalı yazar ve animasyoncu Yann Samuell’in ilk yönetmenlik deneyimi.

Herkesin yaşamak istediği aşk türünü anlatan,”aşk” kelimesinin anlamını en iyi açıklayan filmlerden biri bence.Çünkü gerçek aşkı bulabilmek,bulduğunu idrak edebilmek,elinde tutmak için çaba sarfetmek bunun için cesur biri olmak çok zor ve filmde bütün bu söylenenler gayet güzel bi şekilde işlenmiş.Filmin sonunda size “vay be yaşıycaksan böylesini yaşamalısın” veya “filme bak beaaa…” gibi konuşmalar yaptıran etki ve filmin diğer aşk filmlerinden farklı olmasını sağlayan şey filmde esas duygu olarak cesaretin ,yanında çıtır çerez olarak verilenin de aşk olmasından kaynaklanıyor olabilir.Ayrıca bir filme anlam kazandıran şeylerden biri de tabiki soundtracklerdir; ki bu güzel filmin soundtracki de ünlü bir Fransız sokak şarkıcısı olan EDİTH PİAF’a ait “LA VİE EN ROSE” şarkısıdır.Kısacası Cesaretin Var Mı Aşka? aşk filmi sevenlerinde sevmeyenlerinde mutlaka izlemesi gerken bir film;şiddetle tavsiye edilir

Zebercedden nağmeler; “Aşk” hakkında en çok yazılıp, çizilen, yaşanılan, filmlere konu olan kültlerden biri olsa da dünya dönmeye devam ettikçe yeryüzünde varlığını devam ettiren evrime en az uğrayan niteliklerden biridir bence…..Aşksız kalmamanız dileklerimle

The ending literally made me want to crap myself it was so bad, it was like the brown note of bad endings…

I’m a huge fan of French Cinema and, although, Amelie may be seen by some as not the greatest film in the world, I love it. Its definitely one of my favorites and I can watch over and over and not get bored of it.

When I rented Jeux D’enfants aka Love Me If You Dare I was expecting something similar and something cool. Sweet Jesus was I wrong, this review perfectly describes the movie:

…Julien and Sophie are troubled kids—Julien because his mother is terminally ill, Sophie because her family is poor and she’s teased for being a “dirty pole-ack” at school. On a dare from Sophie, Julien disengages the parking brake on the school bus, causing it to roll down the street. So the game of dares begins. Julien dares Sophie to curse at the teacher. Sophie dares Julien to take a piss in the principal’s office—in front of the principal. Whatever one dares, the other must do. The school separates Sophie and Julien, but their discipline problems continue to escalate, amid various Garden of Eden flights of fancy and Alice in Wonderland references. At her sister’s wedding, Sophie dares Julien to say no at the altar if he ever decides to get married. (Gee, wonder if that will ever come up again.) Then they destroy the wedding cake, jettisoning any remaining sympathy the audience might feel for these incorrigible delinquents. (Poverty and terminally ill mothers can only excuse so much.)

Review © May 2004 by AboutFilm.Com and the author.

The ending literally made me want to crap myself it was so bad, it was like the brown note of bad endings…

I didn’t feel like writing an entry about one of the movies I like. Maybe I will be in the mood for that later, but until then, here are a few movies I recommend. Some of you might have seen them, some of you may like them and some of you may hate them.

• Requiem for a Dream (2000) – directed by Darren Aronofsky
  From the director of [Pi]
  
• Pi (1998) – directed by Darren Aronofsky
  Faith in chaos
• The Fountain (2006) directed by Darren Aronofsky
  What If You Could Live Forever?
• Things You Can Tell Just by Looking at Her (2000) – directed by Rodrigo Garcia
  Their faces only begin to tell the story.
• Jeux d’enfants (2003) – directed by Yann Samuell
  Are you game?

That’s it for now. More to come … at some point.

Jeux interdits

(Agence Science-Presse) – À quoi on joue?

Si on décrit à des enfants néerlandais 12 différents jeux vidéo, dont certains leur sont interdits en raison de l’âge… c’est à ceux-là qu’ils voudront jouer.

Les enfants à qui on fait les mêmes descriptions, mais sans parler des interdits, les trouvent tous également attirants.

(Source: Pediatrics)

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¿Capaz o incapaz?

Supongo que con esa frase se resume el film.

Dirigida por Yann Samuell y protagonizada por Guillaume Canet y Marion Cotillard.

Como he leído por ahí, el guionista se impregnó mucho del argumento e hizo un final de “acaba así la película si te atreves”, porque menudo final.

Recomendable 100%, te guste o no, no te deja indiferente.

Me quedo con frases como:

- Tápate los oídos, fuerte, fuerte, fuerte, más fuerte todavía… ¿oyes lo mucho que te quiero?

- Felicidad en estado puro, brutal, natural, volcánico, qué gozada, era lo mejor del mundo… Mejor que la droga, mejor que la heroína, mejor que la coca, chutes, porros, hachís, rallas, petas, hierba, marihuana, cannabis, canutos, anfetas, tripis, ácidos, lsd ,éxtasis… Mejor que el sexo, que una felación, que un 69, que una orgía, una paja, el sexo tántrico, el kamasutra, las bolas chinas… Mejor que la nocilla y los batidos de plátano… Mejor que la trilogía de George Lucas, que la serie completa de los Teleñecos, que el fin del Milenium… Mejor que los andares de Ally Mcbeal, Marilyn, la Pitufina, Lara Croft, Naomi Campbell y el lunar de Cindy Crawford… Mejor que el pequeño paso de Armstrong sobre la Luna, el Space Mountain, Papa Noel, la fortuna de Bill Gates, las malas experiencias cercanas a la muerte, la resurrección de Lázaro, todos los chutes de testosterona de Schwarzenegger, el colágenos de los labios de Pamela Anderson, mejor que los excesos de Morrinson… Mejor que la libertad… Mejor que la vida.

Iata ca am decis sa inchidem voturile pe twitter pentru primul nostru top interactiv legat de cele mai bune comedii.Nu vom putem realiza un top 5 in ordinea numarului de voturi din motive ca fiecare a propus ce a apreciat mai mult, asa ca vom face o lista mai mare (evident ordonata tot dupa voturi). Iata ca din incercarea unui top am obtinut o lista si poate ca nu ar fi rau ca si pe viitor sa facem asa ceva pentru alte genuri ale cinematografiei.

Dupe ce am scris toate comediile, am ajuns la concluzia ca este o lista foarte luuuuunga asa ca avem pentru urmatorii 2-3 ani la ce sa ne uitam. De asemenea nici un film nu s-a repetat mai mult de 2 ori, asa ca nu pot intelege decat ca nu exista intr-adevar cea mai buna comedie, ci cea mai buna comedie pentru tine. Va multumim tuturor celor care ati votat pe twitter sau prin intermediul site-ului (multumirile speciale se vor gasi in partea de jos a listei )!

Oricum lista ramane deschisa, asa ca daca postati comentariu, lista se va actualiza.

Iata ce ati hotarat:

• Hot Fuzz
• Shaun of the Dead
• Meet the Fockers
• Tropic Thunder
• The Hangover
• Jeux d’enfants
• What Happens in Vegas
• Shrek
• Madagascar 2
• Robin Hood: Men in Tights
• Yes Man
• Clerks
• Amelie
• Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels
• Burn after Reading
• The Pink Panther
• The Mask
• American Pie
• Tais Toi
• The Taming of the Shrew
• Zoolander
• Matilda
• Extras
• Anything Else
• Envy
• 17 Again
• Nacho libre
• School of rock
• Dumb & Dumber
• Ratatouille
• Anger Management
• Duplex
• Bruce Almighty
• Night at the Museum
• Night at the Museum 2
• Death at a Funeral
• Get Smart
• The 40 Year Old Virgin
• Knocked Up
• Some Like It Hot
• Buffalo Soldiers
• Monty Python and the Holy Grail
• In Bruges
• Trainspotting
• Love Actually
• Snatch
• Juno
• Pineapple Express
• Wayne’s World
• The Producers
• The Apartment (1960)
• The Wedding Crashers
• You don’t mess with Zohan
• Liar, Liar
• 50 First Dates
• The Animal
• Wall-E
• Step Brothers
• Ice Age
• Sex Is Zero
• Zack and Miri Make a Porn
• Blue Streak
• Gone Fishin
• Guess Who
• The Proposal
• Hitch
• Rush Hour
• Hancock
• How High
• Trapped in Paradise
• The Heartbreak Kid
• Click
• Anger Management
• The Bucket List
• Deuce Bigalow – Male Gigolo

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Radu D.

არის ასეთი ფილმი Jeux D’enfants – ბავშვური თამაშები, რომლის ყურებაც მაგდამ მირჩია ადრეც ნანახი მქონდა, მაგრამ ახლა რომ ვუყურე მივხვდი ვერაFერიც ვერ გამიგია მაშინ და იმასაც მივხვდი რატომ მირჩია მენახა..

Mთელი Fილმი ისეთ სიყვარულზეა რომლის წინაშეც ვდგავართ ჩვენ ორივე ვხვდები რატომ მითხრა “შენ” მოგეწონებაო.. მერე მის Blog-ზე Fილმიდან ნაწყვეტი წავიკითხე და კიდევ ერთხელ დავრწმუნდი – ეს Fილმი მჭირდებოდა იმისთვის, რომ დავრწმუნებულიყავი საკუთარ თავში.. და ერთხელ და სამუდამოდ მეთქვა…

I CAN DARE!!!

19 ივნისს ისეთ ხასიათზე ვიყავით ორივე, რომ შეუძლებეილა ამ Fილმის ნახვა არ ერჩია ორივემ ვიცით რატომ მოგწონს.. ორივემ ვიცით რა დონეზე აგიჟებს ადამიანს სიყვარული.. მითუმეტეს მისთვის ბრძოლა..

ჰო.. იმ დღეს სიგარეტი მოვწიე პირველად ჩემს ცხოვრებაში.. დავიხრჩე ლამის მერე დავურეკე.. წვიმდა.. თან მაგრად წვიმდა.. და სულ მეუბნებოდა წინა სამი დღის განმავლობაში წვიმა რამ შეგაყვარა სულ გარეკილი გაQვსო..

ვიცოდი არ გამოვიდოდა  თავსხმა წვიმაში. მაინც დავურეკე! რასაც მოველოდი ყველაფერი ისე მოხდა..

ხმა რომ გავიგე გული ამიჩქარდა, მერე ARA რომ მითხრა ხმა ამიკანკალდა და რაც შემეძლო მალე დავემშვიდობე. მაგდა კიბეზე იჯდა ანკასთან ერთად და ორივე მოუთმენლად ელოდებოდა რა მოხდებოდა.. მაგრამ სახეზე დამეტყო, რომ უარი მივიღე.. : | ან ვინ მეხვეწებოდა დარეკეო.. TAVMOYVAREOBA  ხომ უნდა გქონდეს ადამიანს.. : |

მაგრამ მაინც დავრეკე ბევრი ვიტირე, გული დამწყდა.. მაგრამ მაინც ბედნიერი ვიყავი და ვარ.. რა მახარებს არ ვიცი, მაგრამ მაინც რაღაც მიხარია..

მარიშას მოვუყევი და დამცინა, თან ეწყინა რომ ასე მოვიQეცი, მაგრამ მე არ ვნანობ.. მე ის გავაკეტე რაც გულით მინდოდა. სამშობლოსთვის ხომ არ მიღალატია არა?

Even though i have seen this movie before , I can definitely say it is one of the most mad love stories ever. It all starts as a game turning more and more dangerous. A boy and a girl. They grow up together daring each other , and even though they are madly in love with each other, nobody admits until it’s too late. The stake gets higher and higher as they grow. Games, hatred,pleasure, friendship, tears, love, endless love if so at some point they don’t see each other for ten years. You can only imagine how full , how fulfilling this feeling is for them by simply reading these words: “Pure, raw, explosive pleasure! Better than drugs, better than smack! Better than a dope-coke-crack-fix-shit-shoot-sniff-ganja-marijuana-blotter-acid-ecstasy! Better than sex, head, 69, orgies, masturbation, tantrism, Kama Sutra or Thai doggy-style! Better than banana milkshakes! Better than George Lucas’s trilogy, the muppets and 2001! Better than Emma Peel, Marilyn, Lara Croft and Cindy Crawford’s beauty mark! Better than the B-side to Abbey Road, Jimmy Hendrix and the first man on the moon! Space Mountain, Santa Claus, Bill Gates’ fortune, the Dalai Lama, Lazarus raised from the dead! Schwarzenegger’s testosterone shots, Pam Anderson’s lips! Woodstock, raves… Better than Sade, Rimbaud, Morrison and Castaneda! Better than freedom, better than life!

What more can I say ?  If you haven’t watched this yet, go buy it, rent it, borrow it, it’s a great movie, great script, and makes you wonder if you ever in your life could feel at least half of that…

Cap ou pas cap ?

 Furtuna, vant si ploi. Asa au fost saptamanile din urma..ale Ei.  In dimineata aceasta cerul se inseninase din nou, si ce frumos era..! nici un strop de nor! doar cer limpede si albastru..ca un vis de vara.

Inchise ochii… numarau stelele impreuna, pe cerul de Mai, mirosea a iarba, El o stranse cu tandrete in brate, Ea se infiora…ce aproape erau de ..stele..era deajuns sa intinda mana si sa le culeaga!

cat trecuse..o zi..sau poate doua..nu! nu! sute de zile pline..le pierduse sirul..

I se facu dor…! ce copil a fost ..! sa Si intunece fericirea cu furtuni de nisip…si totusi…firele nesuferite de nisip nu i dadeau pace! I se facu dor…

“Buna dimineata, dragul meu!” / “Buna dimineata..doamna”, un timbru rece si metalic nemaintalnit pana atunci, intrebarile si indoielile si gandurile o asaltau din nou! isi infranse temerile, zambi cerului si…/”mi e dor de tine, voiam sa te aud, sa te simt, sa mi vorbesti..si vreau sa te vad…mi e dor”  / “da.poate.azi.si mie mi e dor de tine.vorbim. te sarut” ii raspunse el, in timp ce vizualiza ultimele cotatii bursiere pe display-ul computerului, sec, rece, metalic, impersonal..si… mintea! nu i fusese dor, nu i dusese lipsa…altfel de ce nu o trezise dis de dimineata, de ce nu i simtise tandretea strecurata in fiecare cuvant adresat…Ei!!  Incheie convorbirea pe un ton pozitiv  zambindu i Lui in receptor- doua lacrimi sarate se prelingeau de obrazul Ei.

Asta a fost tot?! asta a fost tot?! Pentru ce luptase Ea?! si Visele? Visele Ei! visele Lor! si Iubirea?! si casuta de la tara cu gradina plina de liliac parfumat?! si vacantele pe plajele stancoase din insulitele grecesti?! si conacul vechi pe care l restaurasera impreuna cu atata dragoste si pasiune! inca isi amintea oboseala dar si placerea imensa din acele zile..cand alergau dupa..vopsele..nuanta de castana salbateca, tapet de matase cu flori de cires neinflorit!  prima sticla ..Vin d’Amour..! cata emotie si bucurie! serile lungi in care el fuma havana, jos in salon, intins pe divan, iar ea citea cu voce tare un pasaj din “Dinastia”, el o alinta ironic numind-o “domnisoara Richard” – “hai! ce mai stai? du-te odata si construieste-ti imperiul ala dupa care tanjesti atat!” si radea ! Ea se topea - El era singurul imperiul pe care si-l dorea! apoi  il privea seducator- si-i vindea cate o sarutare pentru un fum aspru de havana. ii placea gustul dens al tutunului ars, stia ca nu ar fi avut acelasi gust daca nu l ar fi degustat impreuna cu EL! si mai voia! ca un copil care nu se satura de ciocolata. El o privea usor incruntat si ii spunea grav: draga mea, o doamna nu fumeaza havana! Ea lua aerul fetitei care si a pierdut papusa. apoi izbucneau in ras, un ras plin de toamne tarzii si primaveri colorate. Si ..Stef! Stefano…! care i semana leit Lui! si pe care Ea il sufoca uneori cu grija, cicalelile si exagerarile de mama! Si lunile coapte de August! cand plecau in drumetii, prin satuce mici si prafuite, uitate de lume; intotdeauna el conducea automobilul ala antic si tradator, pe care ea i-l facuse cadou intr  zi de septembrie (mare greseala!) si care i lasese de multe ori cu ochii in soare, refuzand indaratnic sa mai porneasca! Si cutia de palarii tapisata cu organza violet, pe care el i-o cumparase din boutiqul unui anticar septuagenar, pierdut intr-o suburbie londoneza. Si zilele toride cand se rasfatau in apa varateca si inspumata. Ea ii sampona parul si ii alinta fiecare suvita, ii mangaia tamplele inspicate cu fire argintii pe care le iubea! Si noaptea rece de Martie, in care El  a luat-o de mana, si i-a promis o escapada cu miros de viata reala! Intr-un vartej nebun si somnambul a plimbat-o atunci prin tot soiul de locuri ciudate, gri, anoste, lugubre, ilicite, interzise… dar care palpitau, frematau, viata de zi cu zi!   Aerul de .. “domnisoara de pension” de pe fata ei ..a disparut pentru cateva ceasuri;  totul a culminat cu o licoare albastra-vinetie cu gust ciudat, si  o denumire imposibil de memorat. Si conversatiile lor?! replicile jucause cu care se intreceau unul pe altul! cuvinte amagitoare ironice incitante, pe care le impleteau inr-un cod doar de ei stiut! Si diminetile de duminica cand pregateau impreuna micul dejun si apoi asezati fata in fata jucau rolul a doi straini: “buna ziua domnisoara sclifosita, iesiti la o limonada?/ poftim..?! aah! ce tupeu! eu nu ies cu necunoscuti!”si rasete cu parfum de fericire. Si zidurile albe, inalte , si tainice unde si-au ferecat promisiunile de nedespartire?! si privirile..privirile lui in care se reflecta doar imaginea Ei!

                                              …. si apoi tacere, indiferenta, tacere….!

Nu! nu se poate! Nu-l va lasa sa-i striveasca visele! cele mai fumoase Vise! Visele Lor! de ce tace? de ce?! unde-i sunt cuvintele?! doar O iubeste! de ce nu-i arata?! de ce Ea nu mai simte?!

tacerea Lui, o facea pe Ea sa se simta ca un naufragiat, care dupa un lung si cumplit uragan, reusise sa se salveze, era Vie! supravietuise! dar..ce trist…! era singura! era doar Ea! Ea era singura care supravietuise! si ce folos..? in fond ..a luptat, a sperat, a visat si a iubit pentru doi! pentru ei amandoi!

nu! nu va renunta! il va aduce inapoi! il va recuceri! da! da! cu orice pret! doar il iubeste! e doar o chestiune de timp…!

se ridica de la masa, cafeaua cu lapte se racise demult, nici nu s a atins de ea. isi netezi rochita cu un design usor retro, tocurile inalte ii subliniau picioarele frumoase, in urma auzi comentarii tipic masculine. zambi complice! barbatii!

“la urma urmei e doar..un barbat!” isi spuse/ ” nu l subestima, ai mai facut o!” vocea asta sacaitoare nu i dadea pace! uf! / ” nu l subestimez, draga! am zis ca e doar un barbat, mai mult, e cel pe care l iubesc! si …si ma iubeste! ce? adica n am dreptate? nu i barbat? sau ce?” / ” ignora ma cum ai mai facut o! dar si tu si eu stim..ca nu e suficient sa vrei doar TU!” /  de unde ai mai aparut si tu si te-ai fixat in mintea mea?! nesuferito! te fac eu sa dispari! gaseste ti alt culcus;  ” Ce tot spui acolo? eu eu si iar eu! sigur ca si el vrea! nu se poate altfel!”  ” Si gata! m-a obosit destul discutia ! ma voi gandi la asta maine! maine…o noua zi! acum fuuug!  i-am promis lu’ madame Caliopi ca trec pe la ea! a facut prajitura aia delicioasa cu nuci glasate! stie ca nu-i rezist! dar..mi e draga tare, chiar si asa un strop senila cum e in ultima vreme! Oare sa i cumpar ultimul numar din Hustler..? data trecuta mi a reprosat ca fotografiile sunt prea artistice..! Mon Dieu!”

“Pure happiness. Brutal, native, volcanic. Great! It can cut down everything. Better than the dope. Better than anaesthetic, cocain, high purity cocain, reefer, Indian hemp, LSD, hallucinogen. Better than sex, blowjob, 69, rave party, complex sexual relationship, kamasutra, thai position. Better than the butter on the peanuts, the milkshake. Better than Lucas, end of the dance of Marylin, and Schtroumpfette. Better than Lara Croft, Naomi Campbell, the beauty of Cindy Crawford. Better than the Space Mountain, the walk-around by Santa Claus, the fortune of Bill Gates, the trance of Dalai Lama. Better than the collagen on the lips of Pamela Anderson. Better than Woodstock, and the best orgasm parties. Better than Jimmy Hendrix, than Armstrong. Better than the drugs of Sadre, Raimbo, Morrison and Kastaledra. Better than freedom. Better than life…” (Julien Janvier, Jeux D’Enfants, 2003)

As promised, this will be my first top 5 list. This week Filmspotting are doing Best Movies of 2004, so here are mine.

5. Closer
This movie ends tragic in a small sort of way and throughout is very intense. Each of the actors give great performances including Julia Roberts who I’m not much of a fan usually. 

4. The Motorcycle Diaries/Bad Education
This will be my only cheat. I absolutely love love love Gael Garcia Bernal and he really shines in both of these movies. However they are completely different. In Motorcycle Diaries he plays a young Che Guevara touring Southern America on his motorcycle while in Bad Education he plays various roles including a transvestite, an actor playing a transvestite and a few more. Both films have a kind of languid quality to them that is very pleasant. 

3.  Saved!

I won’t lie, Saved! is one of my favourite movies of ever. I love Patrick Fugit, I like Jena Malone, Macaulay Culkin is great and even Mandy Moore gives a very good performance that is wholly different than the kind of girl she usually plays. The plot is just so funny and very different than a lot of other teenage comedies. This one’s an absolute winner. 

2. The United States of Leland
In short, this movie is perfect. I still hold that this is Ryan Gosling’s best performance. The tortured character of Leland P. Fitzgerald is so heartbreaking and Gosling plays him so perfect that I wanna cry just remembering it. The film also includes a dream supporting cast including Don Cheadle, Kevin Spacey, Jena Malone, Chris Klein, Lena Olin and Michelle Williams all of which are great as well. I don’t really see the similarity to Donnie Darko to which it is often compared but it is definitely a film to watch. 

1. Love Me If You Dare
This is one of my favourite movies of all time. I think it’s the perfect mix between romance, comedy and drama and unlike rottentomatoes (44%, really?) I really like the two leads. I think they have a great chemistry. Say what you will, I love this movie.

Honorable mentions: Garden State, Hotel Rwanda, Eternal Sunshine of the Spottless Mind and A Very Long Engagement.

No,  no había dado por cerrado o abandonado el blog,  simplemente no tuve ni tiempo ni ganas de actualizar. Más de una vez se me ocurrió algo sobre qué escribir, pero la idea se dispersaba a medida que me aproximaba a hacerlo. Además dudo que nadie lo haya notado debido al escaso numero de visitas que tengo.

Si alguien a estas alturas sigue leyendo este post, de acuerdo, voy a dejar de autocompadecerme.

10.12.08, fecha de mi anterior post. Tampoco dejé esto durante tanto tiempo, y a mi me parece una eternidad.

Impossible Love by Bluefley at deviantART (click en la imagen)

Últimamente, mi percepción del tiempo ha sido un tanto errónea. Cada vez que me sentaba en una de esas silla ergonómicas bajo el calor de plesiglás que habitaba en la biblioteca a estudiar sobre señales, muestreos, integrales o transformadas de todo tipo, el tiempo pasaba lentamente, como si todo ocurriese en slow motion. En ocasiones, una mano en mi espalda me devolvía la sensación de que aún era un ser humano, y no un autómata que pasa hojas sin sentir y padecer, almacenando algoritmos y demás cosas feas en su disco duro.  Sin embargo, en un asiento de piel bajo el frío que el invierno nos regalaba y el ruido de un motor en marcha, todo se diluía. Conseguíamos abstraernos del ruido y generar nuestra propia temperatura, mientras que el tiempo se derretía cual reloj pintado por Dalí.

Es cierto que no todo en este tiempo ha sido así, también hubo momentos grises, que no merecen ni ser nombrados. Por eso, punto y aparte.

Finalmente, como Julien en Jeux d’enfants, diré:

“¡Dichosa …! El juego había vuelto a empezar.La felicidad en estado puro, bruto, natural, volcánico… [...] mejor que los excesos del Marqués de Sade, Riambaud, Morrison y Castaneda.Mejor que la libertad. Mejor que la vida. “

(extrait du film Jeux d’enfants.)