astazi plec la iasi. cu trenul. prevazator, mi-am luat in bagaje 'supravietuitorul' lui palahniuk. plus o biografie a lui beckett, ca sa par un om cu greutate si sa-mi vina pofta de guinness-ul pe care il voi bea cu luiza & serghei ;)
ah, plus filme, copou, zacusca, parjoale, borsuri si alte cateva treburi...
marți, 29 septembrie 2009
marți, 22 septembrie 2009
bunuel
“You have to begin to lose your memory, if only in bits and pieces, to realize that memory is what makes our lives. Life without memory is no life at all, just as an intelligence without the possibility of expression is not really an intelligence. Our memory is our coherence, our reason, our feeling, even our action. Without it, we are nothing.”
luni, 21 septembrie 2009
duminică, 20 septembrie 2009
broken embraces
prima parte foarte proasta si incalcita.
a doua surprinzator de poetica, de o tristete asemanatoare cu cea din 'todo sobre mi madre', dar diluata puternic.
a treia patetica si dezastruoasa....
asadar iese cu minus...
plaja, poze, penelope, play:
a doua surprinzator de poetica, de o tristete asemanatoare cu cea din 'todo sobre mi madre', dar diluata puternic.
a treia patetica si dezastruoasa....
asadar iese cu minus...
plaja, poze, penelope, play:
vineri, 18 septembrie 2009
luni, 14 septembrie 2009
acting class
rourke cand a luat premiu la independent spirit awards a spus cateva vorbe frumusele despre cretzul din clipul de mai jos. pe buna dreptate :)
duminică, 13 septembrie 2009
torch song
.......
Jack empties the whiskey bottle into the sink. He began to dress. He stuffed his dirty clothes into a bag. He was trembling and crying with sickness and fear. He could see the blue sky from his window, and in his fear it seemed miraculous that the sky should be blue, that the white clouds should remind him of snow, that from the sidewalk he could her the shrill voices of children shrieking, 'I'm the king of the mountain, I'm the king of the mountain, I'm the king of the mountain.' He emptied the ashtray containing his nail parings and cigarette butts into the toilet, and swept the floor with a shirt, so that there wold be no trace of his life, of his body, when that lewd and searching shape of death came there to find him in the evening.
john cheever.
Jack empties the whiskey bottle into the sink. He began to dress. He stuffed his dirty clothes into a bag. He was trembling and crying with sickness and fear. He could see the blue sky from his window, and in his fear it seemed miraculous that the sky should be blue, that the white clouds should remind him of snow, that from the sidewalk he could her the shrill voices of children shrieking, 'I'm the king of the mountain, I'm the king of the mountain, I'm the king of the mountain.' He emptied the ashtray containing his nail parings and cigarette butts into the toilet, and swept the floor with a shirt, so that there wold be no trace of his life, of his body, when that lewd and searching shape of death came there to find him in the evening.
john cheever.
joi, 10 septembrie 2009
explicatie
in cazul in care se intreaba unii despre ce e vorba in "Zapezile de pe Kilimanjaro", avem aici explicatia: e despre fotbal.
victor erice
unul din cei mai subapreciati regizori, unul despre care magda mihailescu poate sa-ti vorbeasca la nesfarsit, unul care a facut 'El sur', film pe care il consider mai sfasietor decat nuvela lui tolstoi 'Moartea lui Ivan Ilici', unul care a facut 'El espíritu de la colmena', cu cele mai frumoase secvente despre seductia cinemaului...
miercuri, 9 septembrie 2009
luni, 7 septembrie 2009
duminică, 6 septembrie 2009
vineri, 4 septembrie 2009
miercuri, 2 septembrie 2009
academic
un top personal al celor mai delicate melodii din tribune:
1. liverpool - you'll never walk alone
2. panathinaikos - horto magiko
3. dinamo - inca nu am gasit titlul, dar se poate deduce din refren:
1. liverpool - you'll never walk alone
2. panathinaikos - horto magiko
3. dinamo - inca nu am gasit titlul, dar se poate deduce din refren:
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