I don't care how old you are, you're heartless if you can't own up to the fact you're a sucker for cartoons! And when I say cartoons, I'm referring to the wide scope of animated arts whether they be CG or trad. produced. So in the spirit of things...
"Hi, my name is Noam28...and I love Wall E."
Wall E is the new animated flick from Pixar. I have no idea what it's really about except for I fell totally in love with the little robot named Wall E even before the actual 'trailer' part of the trailer started. Seriously, who wouldn't fall in live with a googly eyed robot who makes cute sounding beepy robot noises and says "Waah-leee"?
I think Pixar are a collection of sheer animating geniuses and their films most definitely have this..heart, spark..."it" that the other animated films produced by the "others" seem to lack. Or maybe I'm just Disney biased! :P
Kathy and I hung out for three hours today to watch a movie and do the general catch up thing. We ended watching 'Evan Almighty' because it started at 12pm and ended at twenty-to-two which bade well for Kathy's two pm advertising class. We decided to be cool and have our lunch during the movie. Surely they wouldn't notice. We'd done it before or at least had friends who managed to get away with it and most times the ticket-rippers don't seem to care. We thought nothing of it when we strolled up to cinema nine with our fairly sized bags which we thought lent camouflage to our food. Apparently not enough. I blame Kathy (YES Kathy, YOU!). She ordered a burrito which she had to store on it's side for it to fit into her bag (imagine holding a pizza box under your arm like a book. Yup, like that!). My stir fried noodles weren't that fragrant and was a rather small package in my bag, but her chips, HER CHIPS! It wafted and the ticket-ripper must've smelt it as we walked by. We were already in the cinema and looking for seats when she stopped us and asked to check our bags. Freakin' heck I felt like a drug smuggler being stopped by customs at the airport! Our food had to stay outside while we watched. Kathy's chips became soggy and condensation-y in the plastic bag it was carried in.
Any recent mention of politics is understandably assumed to be about US politics. I mean, could you really blame them? They could arguably be compared to Rome in terms of it's ghost influence on countries all over the world and it seems that anything that happens there is bound to touch our shores in some way or another.
But I take permission to leave American politics briefly (for the really shorthand update, news clippings are saying Obama's gaining favour, Hillary should be worried and although the Republicans are still alive lets face it we know most everyone's watching the democrats).
DISCLAIMER: I am not an expert on politics or the art of discussing it with an exceptionally informed opinion. Anything I say is spoken from the view of an ordinary and it is just my opinion so no need to get into a tizzy about it.
I was watching current events from Philippines recently (out of country so it's nice to see what's the happs) and it seems as if the political scene is hotting up again. It's no secret that the country is out of love with their current president and I believe it's been more than once some rabble has been roused in attempts to oust her from her position as head of the country. Once again talk of People Power has come to the forefront. Reasons, I can't exactly say why. It's hard to grasp the motivation of an ever unfolding story of corruption and demise within half an hour (especially if you're spending that half hour making a giant pitcher of iced coffee too). All I can say is that I'm waiting for something to happen. Not just some grand revolution to change presidents but real change. An uprooting of the current system of government that's decomposing and festering in it's own corruption, after all they do say a fish rots from the head down. I just want to see change for the better, and I hope that one day my beloved country will pull itself out of it's dank heck hole and strive for the glory that it was said to possess in years gone by.
| I wish I was a film buff. I really do. It just seems a cool thing to be into...like comics and music. But unfortunately, the power that be's (note 'power'. Denotes singular) has obviously deemed that it not by my 'thing'. In my opinion it should never be a struggle to fall into your 'thing'. A love of that 'thing' should naturally lead you to whatever levels of exceptional expertise and enthusiasm are possible. Unfortunately I cannot just follow my feet to the cool brownstone stoop where mail addressed to 'Film Buff' finds it's way. I've happily settled for the quaint little cottage of 'Movie Fan!' in which the notable difference is that although I enjoy watching films, I am not necessarily high brow or all too knowledgeable in the art or it's scaffolding to be able to adequately and intelligently criticise it. Another noticable feature in the cottage of 'Fan!' is it's eastward slant to foreign films. We have a World Movies channel at the moment and it's proved quite useful in perusing of various asian films. Some notable Hmm, this looks interesting's so far are Shall We Dance, In the Mood for Love, 2046 and most recently Janji Joni (Joni's Promise). Joni's Promise (Indonesia) was said to be a light, witty and warm hearted movie which was basically a look at a day in the life of film courier Joni. He's in charge of getting film reels to theater's on time and he prides himself in the fact that if he's delivering, movie go-ers will never have to see the sign on the screen "SORRY, WAITING FOR THE NEXT REEL." But one day, it seems that the whole town is conspiring against him, making it difficult for him to deliver the last reel on time, just when he has something big at stake, a promise to the girl of his future. It's a mad rush of quirky characters and crazy coincidences through the small streets of Jakarta. [Submitted by Noam28 on February 20, 2008, 7:29 pm]
Apart from being the title to an Eskimo Joe song, black fingernails (sans the red wine, thank you) has been a source of ponderous thinking today. I'm old enough that I can clearly remember the emergence of this trend amongst my peers (peers being the human beings around me), but not old enough that I can remember the year exactly. What I can recall was that the Spice Girls were big, Geri Halliwell had black nails and suddenly the bad a** girls and edgy teens suddenly started turning up to class with their fingernails painted in a colour that I'd not seen previous generations gravitating to unless they were of goth or punk persuasion—not that I'm claiming Geri was the source of all this of course (pop culture is a little more complex than that...at least I hope it is!).
But eventually the Spice Girls faded and I thought the nails would go with them too. Years down the track and I still see a lot of the magazine chic's (ie. fashionista's, celebrities, models and other editorially featured gazelles), girls in general and some of my friends still sporting the nails. All this mounting observation got me to thinking...What the heck is the attraction? Black nails amazingly cross boundaries in that it's fashion, it's music, it's artsy, it's goth, it's punk, it's emo, it's aristocratic (in ancient China red and black nail polish was said to be reserved for upper echelons), it's grungy, it's chic, it's counterculture and mainstream all at once! Now really, how many things can claim the same thing? (Jeans maybe, but jeans are exempted in the fact that they're a life essential like air!) But also aren't they high maintenance? Doesn't the dark colour stain your nails? Could it also be argued that when not properly 'translated' from the runways and red carpets into your real life, you could end up looking Halloween walking down the street on a beaming Saturday morning? |