Not Sure How I Feel About...

musicians.  Especially the ones that can sing.  Once you hear them, they do this really excellent job of charming you and "sweeping you off your feet".  You really could not care for them otherwise up until that point (or even after that point), but as long as you are at the point in time when it's happening...it's sort of mesmerizing.  Not that you want to be mesmerized or anything.  It just happens.  Sucker for crooners. 
However, successfully crooning and having a girl be sucked into it is one thing.  It's a completely different matter about believing you are living the dream.  So just enjoy the melody as a very temporary drug for the soul.

Transsiberian (2008)

Directed by Brad Anderson, Transsiberian (2008) was overall.. unsatisfying?  This does not, by any means, mean that I regret watching it or disliked it.  The splashes of bright red contrasted nicely with the bright but pretty consistent and flat cold tone of the white snow all around.  
Also really interesting to see the change in the protagonists when push came to shove from their happy-go-lucky demeanors to being able to do anything in order to survive.  I suppose one could say that part of the message (if there is any, since that always seemed foolish to assume that anything, be it poems, literature, paintings, film, etc. holds any intentional meaning) is that people never truly know each other, and there is never really a 'truth'.  So much motivates us to do the tiniest things, and as such, it's impossible to determinedly state that anything is of pure intent or truth.
The two protagonists, Woody Harrelson and Emily Mortimer, gave off this amateur vibe as the story progressed.  At the beginning, they as actors seemed pretty natural being a dorky couple and whatnot.  There was a scene when Roy, Woody's character, was trying to get the train to start.  He was throwing around orders doing some violence of his own, and the overall effect I felt was of something unfitting.  At first thought, one might be tempted to think that they just suck at acting.  But instead, I think it was cleverly directed and interpreted by the actors.  Of course there is hesitation and of course they are amateurs.  They are amateurs because as far as we know, their characters have never been put in these types of chaotic and violent situations, and it is completely suited and logical that Roy seems like he's trying to hard and is fake when attempting to take control of the situation and their lives.
Pretty good though.  Alot happened while most of the shots were inside the train, and it never felt boring.  Only annoying when Emily Mortimer wouldn't shut the hell up and continued to bawl and whine and squirm.  


I want to see Waltz with Bashir.


There are around two weeks left before having to head back to school.  Not.. exactly ecstatic to go back.  Yes going back will probably make life more interesting, but interesting is not always the best.  I've learned to appreciate the normalcy that comes around every so often.  

August Ruminations

Ahhh I am a movie failure this summer. Barely seen anything.
Most recently, hit up Scott Pilgrim vs. The World:

I know nothing about the comic book, so pretty much went in without any large ideas. Was fun and entertaining, and feels different from generally other types of movies.  Actually, I had tried to imagine what it would be like in comparison to Kickass because both were..sort of cartoony superhero-ish themes.  Alas, the comparison cannot really be made.  Scott Pilgrim's humor was fast-paced and cuts were quick as well.  For some reason, didn't really feel for the somewhat repetitive gamer's action sequences, just because at that point, I felt like a Nintendo-ing dork.


Saw Inception as well, and I've said this to everyone who's asked:  It was good. I was looking so so forward to it and had high expectations..and I don't know why, because there wasn't really a letdown or anything, but I don't have an 'OMG THAT WAS AMAZING' feeling.  All I'm able to say is that I'm seeing Nolan's pattern of creativity: layers stuck inside layers waiting to be understood via intricate dissection (think Memento and The Prestige).  I loved those films, and I guess my anticlimactic reaction has to do with having wanted to see something I never would've expected.  Oh also...Ellen Page..no.


Totally unrelated, I passed my driving test!


Been also thinking about...how some, if not most, things/people are not meant to last.  But it's okay because they had a significant purpose of affecting us.  Molding our ideas and perspectives on beliefs, life, and love.  Rather than muttering to yourself in dark bitterness about how things ended [up], it feels so much better to reflect on what you were able to get out of such interactions as experience.  Not everything has to be happy-related, but isn't it enlightening and heartening to know that you are one experience closer to decoding who you are as a person, sister, daughter, friend, lover?  It makes life more bearable and understandable when following this line of thought.  Because unfortunate events are bound to happen...and when everything seems unfortunate.. that..sucks.  Life can't be a complete bitch, right?  So you look for what you're missing, what you could be doing better to cooperate with how things roll.
I formally realized this like half an hour ago, and it helps to morph the pain I feel/have felt about persons and incidents into one of appreciation.  I don't have to hold unrelenting grudges or dwell on why things never turn out 'normal'.  Instead, I can think in sheer amazement about how much I matured via experience and interaction.  I will try to not hover around in the past, but I will give things another shot if I deem it necessary and/or possessing of some potential and possibilities.  There're no reasons to let things slide by now.  Stick your foot in the door before it closes.  The worst that can happen... you lose a foot.  But at least you tried to catch the opening.