Martha Marcy May Marlene
Elizabeth Olsen in “Martha Marcy May Marlene” feels like a total and refreshing revelation considering her two other (twin) sisters are part of this horrible fake Disney anorexic thing. Like an artistic outsider in a family, all things considered. Independent cinema really can provide a true breaking ground for people like her to distance herself from the horrible fabricated life of her more famous sisters and their Paris Hilton like lifestyles. But real talent never had anything to do with fame. More often than not it is quite the opposite. And through little gems like these you realize just what a world of difference there can be between big studio productions with millions of dollars being wasted on utter mediocrities (mildly said) and independently produced movies with far smaller budgets which are so much more full of humanism, reality and substance while still looking astonishing and interesting. And such honest and real film-making has to be admired in the world full of fake stardom…
Summer Interlude
(Source: criterioncollection)
Harriet Andersson in Ingmar Bergman’s “Summer with Monika” (which is an excellent movie btw)
Japanese artist Mika Aoki uses the ethereal quality of glass to get us to look differently at subjects like viruses, reproduction and the origins of life.
My “must see” new movies cycle begins
I’ve finally gotten myself to start watching all those newer movies recommended by friends and acquaintances i trust, which are often also among the most critically acclaimed (at least among serious film critics), i’ve been delaying this for far too long. Take Shelter was the first and even with all the high expectations i had, it really IS that excellent. When excellent acting, story and cinematography mold in an almost perfect combination. These are the kind of movies that really make movie watching a true experience, which you dont forget or regret doing. Really inspiring. When you simply stare at the credits totally numb even after the movie has ended.
In the following days and weeks, i’m planning to see Shame, The Skin i live in, Melancholia, Drive, A Dangerous Method, The kid with the bike, Martha Marcy May Marlene, The Turin Horse, Once upon a time in Anatolia, The Future, This Must be the place, We need to talk about Kevin, Le Havre etc. I might not end up being impressed by all of them as much as this time, but i’m still hoping for some inspiring & thought provoking movies and possible gems among them (considering many of them come from some of my favorite directors of the newer era). So i can quickly forget all the bad ones i stumble upon ;)
this is one of my favorite spots in my city surroundings. When its cloudless i can see a castle, the main airport, the Alps and a hell lot of greenery and forests. And its so peaceful. You close your eyes and all you hear is the sound of crickets and smell the fresh air and recently cut grass.
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I’m not going emo, but…
sometimes i really think i was born in the wrong country, later hanged with the wrong people (nothing really wrong with them per se, just not on my interest level) and went to the wrong faculty in retrospect. The discrepancy between the things i like (be it movies, music or on a purely humanistic or sociological level) and the things other people like, prefer or talk about is just way too big and at times really depressing when you think about it. Because when you hardly agree with anyone around you about most things or share any of their interests, no matter how important or trivial they might be, it just feels like a more artistic and far more liberal and open-minded community somewhere far away (distant parts of Europe or other continents) would be a far better place to be in. It would probably be better suited to my personal interests, views, preferences and way of thinking. I just don’t find that here, no matter how much i try. I dunno what the ideal place might be. But Berlin, New York, Paris, Amsterdam, even cities like Stockholm sound so much better even with all the negative sides that are more present there. Even for someone born in a capital (of a very small country though) like me. It’s not that i would hate my town or country, its just more or less totally devoid of the kind of diversity i’d like to see, experience, embrace. An emptiness (not sure if just cultural, probably in a wider sense of the word), lacking elements which become even integral parts in many other more culturally developed and bigger societies. Those few exceptions which aren’t really part of my daily life just don’t change it at all. These feelings are only intensified at times when i would talk about the stuff i like, that i would recommend or share my love for them and then get the usual feedback (none or negative). Why bother, right? *sigh*
