lunes, 28 de febrero de 2011

The Blind Assassin (who took my heart)




I just finished reading Margaret Atwood’s “The Blind Assassin”. To be honest, I felt it quite boring at the beginning but as I kept on reading I discovered one of the best books ever, 637 pages of pure beauty. I have a defect: my books are a disaster as I love underline interesting quotations. And this one is full of them, so let me share some with you. No spoilers, I promise.

He had never known a woman to bruise so easily. It came from being so young and delicate.
He favoured thighs, where it wouldn’t show. Anything overt might get in the way of his ambitions.
I sometimes felt as if these marks on my body were a kind of code, which blossomed, then faded, like invisible ink held to a candle. But if they were a code, who held the key to it?
I was sand, I was snow – written on, rewritten, smoothed over.

An odd thing, souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. You don’t really believe you’re there, and so you nick the proof, or something you mistake for it.(This is for you, Andrea)
 
A fist is more than the sum of its fingers.

Should is a futile word. It’s about what didn’t happen. It belongs in a parallel universe. It belongs in another dimension of space.
 
But who knows where they get those things [organs for transplants]? Street children in Latin America is my guess; or so goes the most paranoid rumour. Stolen hearts, black-market hearts, wrenched from between broken ribs, warm and bleeding, offered up to the false god. What is the false god? We are. Us and our money. That’s what Laura would say. Don’t touch that money, Reenie would say. You don’t know where it’s been.

Happiness is a garden walled with glass: there’s no way in or out. In Paradise there are no stories, because there are no journeys. It’s loss and regret and misery and yearning that drive the story forward, along its twisted road.

I’ll cry a few tears, but only a few, because the eyes of the elderly are arid.

sábado, 26 de febrero de 2011

So Far This Week #7







And the winner of the week is..."SAVING PRIVATE RYAN" for its amazing depiction of war, mainly the fist scene of the D-Day.

viernes, 18 de febrero de 2011

So Far This Week #6






And the winner is......"DIAL M FOR MURDER"
(But really loved Brad Pitt's character in "Burn After Reading", his funniest after "Snatch")


jueves, 17 de febrero de 2011

Analogic English Foursome

Maybe you noticed that I don't upload much photography here, which is shameful as I studied a bit and have a lot of cameras and so. Well, if you're interested in Lomography, here you have some photos I took last year when I was in England, some of them depicting what I found real British over there. The camera used is an actionsample flash.

 Sunday Roast, I MISS YOU SO MUCH!

 Typical mailbox. It linked me and my boy for some moths.

 Beautiful litter box, with Nottingham's banner.

 Starbucks, yeah, I know, not very British, but I have none in my city so you can understand my excitement.

 Nottingham city hall and Lace Market Square


Two captures of the most beautiful place in Notts: Wollaton Park, with the lake and the hall.


sábado, 12 de febrero de 2011

So Far This Week #5










 Today, as there are a lot of movies, there's no winner but medals:
-Bronze for Despicable Me
-Silver for 127 Hours
-Gold for Mystic River

viernes, 11 de febrero de 2011

The Day a Man Almost Dies in the Cinema (and I don't mean the screen)

Have you heard about the movie "127 Hours"? It tells the true story of Aron Ralston, a man who was trapped by a big stone while canyoneering and after 5 days he decided to cut his own arm off in order to survive, as no one knew where he was. The movie was really good, Danny Boyle ("Trainspotting", "Slumdog Millionaire") masters the use of images and music, even though some critics talk about the Mtv generation... And James Franco performes the role of a lifetime, showing the real Ralston character: lonely, sarcastic, brave.
James Franco just trapped
 The real Aron Ralston trapped


Well, here comes the cool part. I went to the cinema with my boyfriend. It was quite empty (thanks God. You'll know why). We were enjoying the movie until almost its end. There is a scene, the one of the amputation, some people should have been warned about it. Boyle shows every single detail. You have to understand that Ralston does not do it before the 5th day because he doesn't have a proper razor. So here we are, well, here I am watching the scene, when we suddenly hear a female voice speaking too loud for being in a theatre: "Richard, what's up? He fainted! He fainted!". Yes, Richard, her boyfriend or husband or whatever, could not stand the sight and the result was...blackout. Ok, I'm gonna be mean, but for two days I couldn't stop laughing. Below you have the clip of the amputation. You tell me if you fainted too, cause, like Richard, some people can't separate fiction from reality. That's the charm (and dangers) of "the willing suspension of disbelief".


domingo, 6 de febrero de 2011

"Hereafter" and Tsunamis

I meant to write this post before, but I wasn't able, not only because I was revising but because it's kind of difficult for me to write about this.
We all have phobias, everybody is afraid of something. I can't stand birds coming to me, for instance. But that's in real life. In Dreamland I'm terrified by elevators that move in weird ways (so you can imagine how I feel about Harry Potter's Ministry of Magic) and what I'm talking about today: Tsunamis. I constantly dream about big waves coming to me, which according to those dream interpreters it may mean emotions, decisions, chaos...whatever. So you can imagine my reaction when I went to the movies to see last Clint Eastwood's film "Hereafter". The first minutes are a great depiction of the 2004 tsunami, from the point of view of a French woman who almost dies there. It's frightening, even for those who don't feel like me about waves, Lou can tell.

I thought that maybe the best way to deal with the phobia was by facing it, and as I'm unable to create my own therapy-tsunami, I began to watch videos of real tsunamis on youtube. If you're not able to watch real footage, take a look at this video:





Well, about the movie -"Hereafter", not the one above- I must admit that it was a bit slow, but I liked it, mainly the scene of the tsunami and the story of the English twins. However, I found Matt Damon particularly boring and I consider that this is one of Clint Eastwood's worst movies, although for me it's not that awful ("What would "Gran Torino" 's Walt Kowalski say to such a limp and passive film? "Get off my screen" (Kyle Smith: New York Post).  I don't know, I love death movies in general and in particular I like those nobody  else does like "What Dreams May Come", do you remember? The one with Robin Williams and Cuba Gooding Jr.? Dunno, I guess I'm a weirdo after all...


miércoles, 2 de febrero de 2011

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