ON AIR: Bridge Over Troubled Water, Simon & Garfunkel performed by Franco Battiato
This post I live in his head for several days. Or, to be precise, the title and a vague idea of \u200b\u200bthe contents of this post live in my head now for a few days. This does not guarantee anything, the quality of the meditations that follow. Especially since I have written a few days ago: Today is not really suitable for the day. Why am I sad, because of the emotional whims of the above ... that is, needs that sometimes overlook my reasoning and I make a subject begging attention. I would not even need to beg, that's the beauty: only that the opera is my natural habitat, ça va sans dire.
E 'to me just a fleeting glance or a closed door a bit' more sharply to feel hurt. I know at least who is delusional and I know that I detest the paradigm of the existential "are made / to so ... but this time I also tell you: I'm just like, here. I try to control me, I really try, but sometimes fall into the abyss of amplification and became a sort of emotional weeping Madonna in acid. Mea culpa.
I feel a bit 'pathetic, in fact.
But back to us.
order, to Antichrist, the latest film by Lars Von Trier. That whistles in Cannes, for instance, and the Fox speaking. Well, a movie is paradoxically very aesthetic. However, the clitoris Gainsbourg [which is as bad as a few, I challenge anyone to contradict me] cut with scissors and various other forms of violence visual supremely unnecessary and only annoying. It appears, however, evident that the old Lars is just out of [he's really gone, then] the tunnel of depression. Yet the idea is crazy and beautiful and, indeed, manifold: to do with the cruelty of nature, and thus, in close relationship with the inexplicable mother-child bond, which can sometimes be painful and deadly; has to do with the implied sadomasochism of relationships, even if not excessive in terms that describes in the film has to do with human anxiety impossible to cure, to do with the dirtiest aspects of sex, which are often dominated by the love of which one fills both mouth has to do with the fact, however covertly misogynist, that the woman has in itself a mystery dark and solemn, able to bring it to the delirium of omnipotence that only the concept of creation, alive in her and not in humans can generate.
In all, form is substance. Even in the sadistic excesses, as unduly disruptive to the viewer, with which the old Lars is left to take a little hand. Because the basic intent, I think, is to to ferry a message which is in itself disturbing, very difficult to digest, and the aesthetic form [very aesthetic, especially in the slow sequence of the prologue in black and white] becomes the substance, in a sense. A message can not get so violent in its entirety without the fundamental vehicle images, torn flesh, the pain of human misery. Probably, as I have found some scenes too, it came to choices imposed by the aggression which is the conceptual sense of the bottom of the film.
Ah, a little side note: anyone who has seen the movie and you think you've understood the ending, is asked to turn up and explain his theories on the matter.
Establishing a - at least - risky connection arrival at Avatar. Well, Avatar makes use of similar shape. Before bursting into a hearty laugh, that it relates to my observation skills, let me express myself. So, Avatar does not exist without the form, which is not only 3D but in general the spectacle here, the visual spectacle is necessary because the film is in place and appreciated. Because the film is very nice, although the story is fairly predictable, almost a parable in the Bible long two hours and forty: nevertheless, the film is very beautiful. Why, precisely, the form gives substance to the film sustains a fairly simple story and gives depth, even with an unexpected wealth of ideas and emotional empathy. The message is
's extremely positive, poised between the consumer paradigm of respect for the different and the unknown, where you can recover and be reborn and the love for nature, a nature - this time, not as in Antichrist - mother benevolent, therapeutic, sovereign and all-inclusive. The reports are very clean, posters and respectful of humanity [pandoriani the same, although not human in the strict sense, are very similar to us, to say the same: only very large and very blue at the bottom]. Feelings are the classic ones: hatred, love and little else. There are good and bad, with a rigid distinction of roles and destinies.
short, is the form that, beyond the conceptual limits that James Cameron had already amply demonstrated in Titanic, Avatar is able to make a movie to watch, to enjoy, to admire and not to be eliminated with a few more trivial than intellectualist bias James Cameron, while trying and almost succeeding, never fail to be.
But we go beyond.
habits, I said in the title. Habits are saving and damage stability, when Manuel Agnelli, bungee jumping in, said "the tiger will be stability," perhaps a mistake. And maybe it was just to put - in a beautiful song for charity - a rhyme successful.
One more thing, I was reminded the other day while brushing my teeth [metaphysical moment par excellence].
After a few years ago, although I do not remember in what condition, my mother told me that women should always be desired. According to my mother, should be the men to always make the first move, more or less everything, especially sex. And she argues that it is the only way to take a history, even and especially by married: according to her, the woman's consent should not be discounted, it should be clear and mathematician. Necessary that the relationship is always in tension between the desire of man and the woman's modest reluctance, not wanting to even if you like, even when there is would be there, that says no to say yes ... and a series of contradictions in terms that go far beyond my understanding.
Now, what I came to think of is that I might not be the daughter of my mother. Various clues confirm the opposite is true, but in the light of my nearly 24 years, I have to say that we could not be more different. And sorry for my father.
What else? My mother would not approve, but ... I'll miss you tonight. So you already know.
I will lay me down.
This post I live in his head for several days. Or, to be precise, the title and a vague idea of \u200b\u200bthe contents of this post live in my head now for a few days. This does not guarantee anything, the quality of the meditations that follow. Especially since I have written a few days ago: Today is not really suitable for the day. Why am I sad, because of the emotional whims of the above ... that is, needs that sometimes overlook my reasoning and I make a subject begging attention. I would not even need to beg, that's the beauty: only that the opera is my natural habitat, ça va sans dire.
E 'to me just a fleeting glance or a closed door a bit' more sharply to feel hurt. I know at least who is delusional and I know that I detest the paradigm of the existential "are made / to so ... but this time I also tell you: I'm just like, here. I try to control me, I really try, but sometimes fall into the abyss of amplification and became a sort of emotional weeping Madonna in acid. Mea culpa.
I feel a bit 'pathetic, in fact.
But back to us.
order, to Antichrist, the latest film by Lars Von Trier. That whistles in Cannes, for instance, and the Fox speaking. Well, a movie is paradoxically very aesthetic. However, the clitoris Gainsbourg [which is as bad as a few, I challenge anyone to contradict me] cut with scissors and various other forms of violence visual supremely unnecessary and only annoying. It appears, however, evident that the old Lars is just out of [he's really gone, then] the tunnel of depression. Yet the idea is crazy and beautiful and, indeed, manifold: to do with the cruelty of nature, and thus, in close relationship with the inexplicable mother-child bond, which can sometimes be painful and deadly; has to do with the implied sadomasochism of relationships, even if not excessive in terms that describes in the film has to do with human anxiety impossible to cure, to do with the dirtiest aspects of sex, which are often dominated by the love of which one fills both mouth has to do with the fact, however covertly misogynist, that the woman has in itself a mystery dark and solemn, able to bring it to the delirium of omnipotence that only the concept of creation, alive in her and not in humans can generate.
In all, form is substance. Even in the sadistic excesses, as unduly disruptive to the viewer, with which the old Lars is left to take a little hand. Because the basic intent, I think, is to to ferry a message which is in itself disturbing, very difficult to digest, and the aesthetic form [very aesthetic, especially in the slow sequence of the prologue in black and white] becomes the substance, in a sense. A message can not get so violent in its entirety without the fundamental vehicle images, torn flesh, the pain of human misery. Probably, as I have found some scenes too, it came to choices imposed by the aggression which is the conceptual sense of the bottom of the film.
Ah, a little side note: anyone who has seen the movie and you think you've understood the ending, is asked to turn up and explain his theories on the matter.
Establishing a - at least - risky connection arrival at Avatar. Well, Avatar makes use of similar shape. Before bursting into a hearty laugh, that it relates to my observation skills, let me express myself. So, Avatar does not exist without the form, which is not only 3D but in general the spectacle here, the visual spectacle is necessary because the film is in place and appreciated. Because the film is very nice, although the story is fairly predictable, almost a parable in the Bible long two hours and forty: nevertheless, the film is very beautiful. Why, precisely, the form gives substance to the film sustains a fairly simple story and gives depth, even with an unexpected wealth of ideas and emotional empathy. The message is
's extremely positive, poised between the consumer paradigm of respect for the different and the unknown, where you can recover and be reborn and the love for nature, a nature - this time, not as in Antichrist - mother benevolent, therapeutic, sovereign and all-inclusive. The reports are very clean, posters and respectful of humanity [pandoriani the same, although not human in the strict sense, are very similar to us, to say the same: only very large and very blue at the bottom]. Feelings are the classic ones: hatred, love and little else. There are good and bad, with a rigid distinction of roles and destinies.
short, is the form that, beyond the conceptual limits that James Cameron had already amply demonstrated in Titanic, Avatar is able to make a movie to watch, to enjoy, to admire and not to be eliminated with a few more trivial than intellectualist bias James Cameron, while trying and almost succeeding, never fail to be.
But we go beyond.
habits, I said in the title. Habits are saving and damage stability, when Manuel Agnelli, bungee jumping in, said "the tiger will be stability," perhaps a mistake. And maybe it was just to put - in a beautiful song for charity - a rhyme successful.
One more thing, I was reminded the other day while brushing my teeth [metaphysical moment par excellence].
After a few years ago, although I do not remember in what condition, my mother told me that women should always be desired. According to my mother, should be the men to always make the first move, more or less everything, especially sex. And she argues that it is the only way to take a history, even and especially by married: according to her, the woman's consent should not be discounted, it should be clear and mathematician. Necessary that the relationship is always in tension between the desire of man and the woman's modest reluctance, not wanting to even if you like, even when there is would be there, that says no to say yes ... and a series of contradictions in terms that go far beyond my understanding.
Now, what I came to think of is that I might not be the daughter of my mother. Various clues confirm the opposite is true, but in the light of my nearly 24 years, I have to say that we could not be more different. And sorry for my father.
What else? My mother would not approve, but ... I'll miss you tonight. So you already know.
I will lay me down.
