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April 20, 2006

My music album to take to the Neverland (or whateverland)

Music front cover
Title:
Debut
Artist:
Björk
ASIN:
B000006ZCJ
Rating:
4 out of 5 stars
As I am gradually approaching Australia, the chances of me visiting those mysterious pacific little islands are drastically increasing. Therefore it is worth to give it a good think of what should I take with me to there. The principle is – the less the better, less in a ubiquitous sense, not just as lighter or less quantity. For example, an ipod is less than a bunch of CDs and a disk-man. It is nevertheless unqualified because it stores a lot more songs than that I am willing to carry with the same amount of CDs, also it takes a lot more time to consume. So I am making myself to think of one album that I wish to take with me and that will do the job for the music part. It wasn’t too much of a dilemma. I will take Bjork’s first album Debut with me. I enjoyed a lot of music, from the punky Pixies to trip-hop to the cheesiest Chinese music in the world. Music carries memories and put forward dreams, so much so that sometimes it doesn’t matters too much with what form they are presented. For example Faye Wong’s songs have definitely borrowed a lot of elements you can name from other people, and they are not half as clever and sophisticated as Schoenberg’s masterpieces. I nonetheless like them mostly because they reminded me a lot people I encountered in a certain time. They are rich in the information of personal memories. While going to an island that brings about the possibility of isolation, my consideration of music is primarily on its richness – in a broad memorial sense, in the challenge of the ear, in distortion of the conventions, in reminder of the mundane-ness of the humanely world, in wisdom, in insights, in sarcasm, etc. etc. All that, I think, are embedded in this Bjork album. It carries a strong scent of the early 90s – a full series of bands at that time can be sensed in the composition of the music. It can be dance music, full of pleasing rhythms. But it is no less than any other Bjork albums in the distortion of conventions. If taking successfully adapting to Bjork’s way of singing, the lyrics are very insightful. It is one of the albums that even you only get to listen to music once in a while when you are too busy for the landscapes you still feel it worth the time spending. It is also one of the albums if unfortunately enough you have nothing to do but listen to music to spend your time, you can hardly get tired of it, because it keeps bringing up memories but nevertheless challenges your ear. I may not like it as much as I like Belle and Sebastian, not as provoked as when I listen to Chopin’s, not being disturbed as much as when I listen to Aphix Twin, not as stimulated as when I listen to someone else’s, but I think it’s the only choice for the Neverland – a mixture of mundane human music but the alienated version.

March 21, 2006

Some little reccomendation for the Piggy pig

I was listening to AccuRadio online today… and you know I am an incurable Brit-pop fan, so I revisited Unkle. I think you may like it too¬

It was an album I didn't like at the time it released, but appreciate a lot now. :)


March 05, 2006

Planet Earth

Writing about web page http://www.bbc.co.uk/nature/animals/planetearth/

I can either say 'this series is intriguing' or 'television is truly manipulative'. Well, in this case, I prefer the former saying, otherwise let's put it in this way – it is interestingly manipulative. (Let's put the argument of to how far does media effect aside, and get into the topic.)

Animals, I like watching animals on telly. Either it the loveliest Penguins, the vulnerable giraffes , the funniest birds paradise , the chumby polar bears, the beautiful killer snow wolves and the amur leopards, or it the ugliest hunting dogs, I am so glad I get to see their existence somehow – they are like a compensation for my pathetic narrow heart, and limited experiences. They are no harm to me behind that thin screen, neither I am of harm to them – thinking of my experience of petting – one dead mini mouse, two dead mini tortoises and countless disappearing tropical fish, I must be a nightmare to those poor animals. Popular science programs are redemption to me. (Don't quote this in your research to support the proposition of how poisonous television is.)

Also, it seems to me, all the wild animals are great travellers. Travelling is the essence of their well being, and perhaps one reason to keep them going. They travel for water, for food, for warmth, for survival, while human travel for the thirst of getting out of boredom. Well, both good for keep on going!

I've run out of words, I have a headache. I need to travel back to my bedroom now.


January 01, 2006

Critism 2006: a gentle opening

Movie image
Title:
King Kong
Rating:
4 out of 5 stars

A full-heartful of fury plus a tesco bag-for-life-ful tears would be probably enough for me to describe the experience of seeing the gigantic Mr. Kong. Up up and down down, intellectually and emotionally, Peter Jackson and his crew took me through a stunning cinema adventure with a good never-got-bored 3 hours, on top of a by-consumption of 200g crisps. Whilst I dare not burst out into exclamations to the film, because… trust me, there are reasons, I just need some time to reason the satisfaction and dissatisfaction gained from this three times re-shot modern narration of Beauty and Beast, better do it sip after sip of mild afternoon milky tea.

Rarely writing prolonged reviews on mainstream Hollywood movies, I want to start with asking myself: do I need to set a premise for the critique hence an excuse for not being too harsh of all these I used to scorn? Well, yes. But if there is a premise, it’s a premise for all other films: that ‘all films are about manipulation’ (Fred Wiseman link). A powerful manipulation can be regarded a good film, likewise to a successful attempt to weaken such effect. The debate of narration and form is becoming an eternity in film studies. Nonetheless the problem is when your mind is enclosed in the darkness of cinema where it provides you strong sense temporary escape, the battle tends to be unbalanced. You are probably easier adapted to the former as I adapted myself, though not all the way through comfortably, to the new version of King Kong. (Inevitably as an assumption, I would like to suggest that the technology of VHS and DVD has assured a more sober stream of critics – watching a video with the telly is by no means comparable to the cinema experience in terms of its manipulative power.)

So King Kong to me, first of all, is a powerful narration. My tear soaked and depigmented sweater can be a proof to that. An effective film narration normally consists of grasping storyline, finely designed shooting angle, breathing animation, and sometimes a same old moral. King Kong has got, at least, the former three. Not long ago, I was very much obsessive of reading a journal (A Vagrant Life in LA by Cai Kang Yong link) from a former UCLA link screenwriting student. From there I had a glimpse of how the prestigious American film schools educate the future narrators. Cai wrote in this journal, as the first impression of his course, that he was told only stories of unhappy characters will sell. The more the characters are tortured, the better the screenwriter is. Applying the inference to the case of King Kong, it seems very true that all the aspects of love, fear, heroism, and breathtaking conflicts owe their excellence to the tragedy of King Kong. Not only being tragedised for the sake of a good-selling story, the censored level of 12A also made King Kong’s sacrificing life to love a ‘Muss es sein? Es muss sein.’ (Beethoven link ). As my friend Sean earlier found out, the main plot of King Kong, despite of its metaphorical meanings, is a rather deviant love story between a female human and barbarian/alien being. If it was someone long being familiarised with those pornographies for special interest (accordingly illegal to be broadcasted in this country), it should not be very difficult for him/her to make some explicit association with the love between King Kong and Ann. To reduce such effect, King Kong has to, foremost, die, thus the implication will be severed forever. Other peripheral attempts of such reduction are: aligning the heroin another heroic male lover that she will have a happy ending with; and of course, desexualises King Kong. Exactly as Sean discovered, big as King Kong, it has no symbol of sexuality at all except some of its character that is commonly associated with masculinity: protective, fightful and… loves a woman. However, there wasn’t at all a clear gender cut on the character of King Kong, some features more often associates with femininity were revealed on it as well, such as appreciation of sun setting, patience, and tolerance. To make a decision on its gender is, therefore, inappropriate now. Within this loving character of a gigantic gorilla, I can say, the notion of gender and sexuality is blurred, and the fundamental belief of love became universal. Being able to predict the tragic answer of such love, the few romantic moments between the two became very moving, and that was when I devoted my precious tears. For me at these very moments, it was not the decided tragic destiny of the love between a human being and a monstrous being in particular that made me melancholy, but the association that nothing/particularly beautiful moment last forever. – only change is bound to be with eternity <-

So far I memorised my being tearful yet left the part of fury. Well, as you all probably know, I was a cultural studies student, and am still trying to maintain the school in the studies I do now. Culturally conscious hypothetically, I didn’t dare not to actively analyse the film throughout the length while indulging myself with the escapism with the narration and special effect. That particular reservation of consciousness evoked my fury. The charges I would put forward are: sexlisation, if not objectisation, of female character, alienation and demonisation of primitive society and black race, and too many vivid animations of disgusting insects….. ewwwwwwwwwww! Considering it’s a re-work of a 1930 film when only a few female elitists were aware of gender inequalities, the charge of objectisation of women can be reduced. Evidence of such charge are collected from such moments when men were killed but the woman posed as tribute to the mysterious power hitherto her humanity life value was deprived by not killing, when the sacrifice of life in order to seek a missed woman was seen heroic, when most of the time the woman was waiting some men to get her out of predicament etc. However, one particular and deciding scene turned all the situation up side down, that was the moment when Ann started to present her circus trick to amuse King Kong. Opposed to the failed violent attempts by the men, Ann’s attempt of humorous negotiation succeeded. Such quality, not as Carl commented in the end as a concluding moral of the story that ‘it was not us but the beauty killed the monster’, was but a universal quality of human wisdom. By presenting the wisdom of the whole human race, Ann, at least at that very moment, was treated as a fulfilled person rather than conformed to any particular gender role model. Nonetheless, it was Naomi Watts and her assistants of costumes that I want to accuse to have sexualised Ann. Not mentioning her wearing seductive clothes all the time before and on the boat – let me say it’s the historical context that confines this; given the condition in the forest, her silk dressing gown should long be torn into pieces, but not remained there to produce a sense of to-be-torn. Be reminded that as natural nudity is accepted in even U category, censorship was not a concern there. The only reason left to keep her seductive dressing gown on is to attract the male audience gaze. Moreover, through out the whole contact with King Kong, Miss Watt never ceased to draw her screaming of fear closer to the moan of sexual pleasure that is commonly heard in porn. It was reasonable for a Hollywood stereotyped female flower vase to act like so to irritate both the big gorilla and the audience. But to the very character of Ann – a person mentally strong enough to survive from devastating situations, a person seeking for meaning of life with a complex thinking pattern as premise, and most importantly, a character represents the human wisdom rather than stupidity, such acting was damaging. After all, it could be the will of the director, rather than Miss Watt herself to have performed the character in this way. So I decide to stop being so harsh to her. Come to the point to rant to the direct or screenplay reviser or whoever decided it that the primitive society should be represented by black actors in horrifying make up. Although it’s a re-work, coming from a socially race conscious environment, how many times should these people be told by their education and the mass media that mis-representation of race would deepen the social stereotyping and thus endangered to promote racist! If they were aware of the power effect of the horrifying scenes to the children, they should perhaps made up those primitives in a less African significant fashion, even it was like this in the original work of King Kong.

In spite of the melancholy and intellectual anger provoked, it was New Year’s Eve that I went to see this film, with its ripe narration and in-depth annotation of different characters, I was nevertheless entertained and thought-provoked. I therefore decide to give some credit to the special event of New Year’s Eve, my friend’s friend who was in the animation crew, the fun acting of Jack Black, the sad eyes of Adrein Brody, and the true humanity shown in the film etc., hence you see the rare four stars under the title.

If you haven’t seen it yet, I would say it’s not a bad cinema experience. Not sure about watching it on telly or computer though. (You’d better be careful with the latter two since my friend who saw it on the puter commented it as the most inhumane film of the year~ )


December 04, 2005

Slash, or so–called BL

Was about to pour down my melancholy memories, once again, here. But it seems there are far too much to be done before I sink down to my mood swings. So let me catch up with the new catch phrase first.

Since I started my MSc (weird title for a Media Studies masters study), I’ve been feeling in a crisis of being media illiterate so much so that it can be cultural illiterate in a sense. First of all, although supposed to be a future media pundit (or something of its kind), I’m exposed to the traditional means of media (newspaper and TV) only maybe less than twice a week. Being too sceptical of what the media says, and the tricks it plays, I’m isolated with the mainstream culture as a whole. Meanwhile I still use internet. However, it makes the situation worse that even though I have some source of information I can’t even catch up the new trends of alternative media forms and topics. Slash fiction, for example, has been a stream of subculture developing mainly with means of internet communities for a while. It has developed into a big thing with young Chinese women recently. Not until the queer spectatorship lecture few weeks before I had gotten to know its existence.

It’s true I’ve been wondering what’s going on with the girls these days (yeh, feels like an old woman already…. sigh). I can still remember one day, a few years ago back in my teenhood, I bumped into an internet chatroom called Lucifer . I was talking something extremely normal and silly in the beginning like a/s/l stuffs. But somehow I got kicked out. After changing my nick for several times, I found out that it was a base for a group of girls who liked guys who love guys (yes, in another word gays). They were quite hostile to people from the ‘outside world’. Like many other subculture groups, they feared moral judgement from the conventional world, and meanwhile took pride in it.

Such unwelcomed encounter was forgotten quite easily after a while, as usual. Till recently was I reminded of this particular occasion, when I found out a lot of my close friends share similar affection to fictional gay lovers. The girl I shared a flat with in the summer is a great fan of Queer as Folks link . She is in a very critical age for a Chinese girl, that is 25. About 25 there are several sayings. Once I was told that a woman starts to have the real good orgasms only from 25 on. On another occasion, I was told that a woman should start to take good care of her skin from 25 on, otherwise the skin ages very fast without proper protection. Most often, women (Chinese) in their 25 start to feel the social pressure about their marital status. In the age of 25, you are supposed to have a good and steady beginning of your career, one at least two year relationship (a.k.a. a promising one – maybe that’s how the theory of orgasm comes into being as well), and other things that can get you a good prospectus for your 30s (that’s when you start to get old). Ms. Wu, my summer flatmate, was in this very stage of a woman’s 25. She’s very resistant to the notion of marriage. She randomly dated some guys, but only in the sense of going out for tea, and that’s it. Her theory was that, she liked men. But heterosexual men are no good, at least, not perfect. Nonetheless, guys in QAF are perfect. Even the new Chinese pop idol tomboy girl Li Yuchun link is perfect because of her blurred sexuality. Wu somehow felt less threatened/questioned by such figures than the heterosexual men she dates who continuously reminded her of the singlehood anxiety. Ms. Foxy was another crazy fan of Li Yuchun. She’s in her 26, not less critical than 25 for a single woman. She has had several intense relationships, a good career as well. Besides Li Yuchun, she is also crazy for feminine male pop stars (Japanese), such as the Kinki Kids. link Everytime there is a new beautiful boys' group, she went crazy. lol

These ones are not yet Slash/BL fans. The latter are more likely to be found in my age group. I think Ms. Cool (this is the name I give to her, because she never spoke to us, and thus being very cool) must be one of those. Her coolness is very subtle, like the pink polish on her nail. BL seems one of the coolest thing to do with this generation (not including me I align myself to the older generation lol). I believe Ms Cool belongs to a very secret subculture group that they exclude anybody as ignorant as I am, and they dress subtly but enough for them to distinguish the members from the normal people.

Anyway, in order to gain a bit of coolness, I began to google for things about slash/bl, humbly. Thanks for Wikipedia link , I got to know that Slash fiction can be dated back to 1975 mainly concerning with the fan created fictions about the main characters in the TV/Comic etc they like. Star Trek link might be the most written one. There is even a stream of Slash fiction called K/S(Kirk/Spock) fiction. However, the notion of Slash fiction is slightly different from what we call a BL(boy’s love) fiction in the oriental world. The BL tradition can be dated back to 1978 with the release of the comic magazine June link , which concerned not merely about characters in the already existed film/TV/Comic characters, but more original characters. As noted in Wikipedia’s entry as well, both Slash and BL fictions/comics are not exclusively erotic. June Comics, for example, depicted very innocent relationships with love only revealed by dialogues and sequences but explicit love scenes. The funny thing is, in the video clips the lecturer showed us, many heterosexual male friendships in mainstream male-genre films can be perceived in a homosexual way. Forgive me that I can’t remember the artist’s name. But he re-edited some famous Hollywood films like Ape Planet and Sound of Music (for whoever’s sake!), and with the original scenes re-edited, those homosexual interactions are very explicit. I think what he tried to do is to show the audiences how other gazes could take place in interpreting the films, which his videoclips convinced us very firmly. Slash/BL fictions, on the other hand, are very often seen as female gaze/reinterpretation into the patriarchy culture. Some would say that female readers gain pure pleasures without violent intervention of the heterosexual power struggle in this particular site. I think I will keep my opinion from it till further studies in this field. At least so far as I have read some synopsis and parts of the BL comics, I found the genetic pattern/plot not much different from the conventional Romantic Fictions. The relationship is very often carried out in a dominant-subordinate pattern, although without aligning particular sex to such roles. Even on the premises that female readers do gain pleasures (without being guided to their own roles in real like in conventional sense), this site of pleasure has always been kept murmuring. In the case of Slash fictions, copyright of the original work is always a legal concern, hence more or less limits their publicity. In the case of BL fictions, although better publicised, very often exposed to a very critical position. The general homophobia aura in the society (I assume) keeps the topics out of sight. Moral defendants always want to associate BL fictions with hentai (with certain connotation of perversion) comics or what so-called YAOI (Yama-nashi, ochi-nashi, imi-nashi – no climax, no plot, no meaning but sex), which to certain extend is true. Some attack the genre because it’s got a huge teen readership. But erotic fictions/porns are always there, isn’t it. Not only the Slash/BL erotics are exposed to the teens. Anyhow, the fans of BL Comics are excluded (maybe out of autonomy in order to resist the mainstream powers) to a small site, and very often communicate in implicit/technical languages to distinguish/mask from the others.

Ms Cool is very cool, I want to dig her secrets! (More about Ms Cool: She's my coursemate, she's pretty but never smiles, she speaks good English but seldom speak out, and she smokes. That's all I know about her really.)

(Preview to next blog entry: Blonde Redhead: Music and the alternatives for orgasms.)


November 11, 2005

文学评论

半夜头发还在发油,月经继续不调,有msn space不断产生乱码

但还有黄碧云,伪爵士鼓点,失眠

于是产生了两个文学青年的亲切交谈

摘抄如下:
—————————————————————————————

Cindy says:

看完大

Cindy says:

哈哈

Barker Simpson says:

什么

Barker Simpson says:

看的爽把

Cindy says:

金三顺

Barker Simpson says:

我再看三毛....

Barker Simpson says:

….

Cindy says:

满爽

Barker Simpson says:

都怪黄碧云

Cindy says:

三毛都看起来大

Barker Simpson says:

我也想看

Cindy says:

那好落

Barker Simpson says:

黄碧云有个小说里说看三毛,我就见来看看

Cindy says:

我今天去看大BROKEN FLOWERS

Barker Simpson says:

好不??

Barker Simpson says:

Barker Simpson says:

我喜欢

Cindy says:

糟蹋大那么好的演员

Cindy says:

还可以,但是冒我想象中间的好

Cindy says:

电影节奏慢得好刻意啊

Barker Simpson says:

三毛写得跟红楼梦一样

Barker Simpson says:

还好啦,我觉得满好笑的

Barker Simpson says:

挺subtle的

Barker Simpson says:

然后结构安排也不错

Barker Simpson says:

不过没看过他其他的电影

Cindy says:

恩,结构可以,但是有些地方就是 不必要那样做交代

Barker Simpson says:

讲好只念一小时,念了二十分钟,被教的人偷看了一下手表,再念了十分钟,一个音节

发了二十次还是不正确,荷西又偷看了一下手腕。知道自己人是不能教自己人的,看见他的

动作,手中的原子笔啪一下丢了过去,他那边的拍纸簿哗一下摔了过来,还怒喊了一声:“

你这傻瓜女人!”

  第一次被荷西骂重话,我呆了几分钟,也不知回骂,冲进浴室拿了剪刀便绞头发,边剪

边哭,长发乱七八糟的掉了一地。

  荷西追进来,看见我发疯,竟也不上来抢,只是倚门冷笑:“你也不必这种样子,我走

好了。”

  说完车钥匙一拿,门砰一下关上离家出走去了。

Barker Simpson says:

我冲到阳台上去看,凄厉的叫了一声他的名字,他哪里肯停下来,车子唰一下就不见了。

  那一个长夜,是怎么熬下来的,自己都迷糊了。只念着离家的人身上没有钱,那么狂怒

而去,又出不出车祸。

  清晨五点多他轻轻的回来了,我趴在床上不说话,脸也哭肿了。离开父母家那么多年了

,谁的委屈也能受下,只有荷西,他不能对我凶一句,在他面前,我是不设防的啊!

  荷西用冰给我冰脸,又拉着我去看镜子,拿起剪刀来替我补救剪得狗啃似的短发。一刀

一刀细心的给我勉强修修整齐,口中叹着:“只不过气头上骂了你一句,居然绞头发,要是

一日我死了呢——”

  他说出这样的话来令我大恸,反身抱住他大哭起来,两人缠了一身的碎发,就是不肯放

手。

Barker Simpson says:

就跟贾宝玉跟林黛玉吵架的某场一样

Barker Simpson says:

Cindy says:

Barker Simpson says:

不过她的故事动人就在于都是她的经历

Cindy says:

是啊,出来的东西不会那么空百,别个都把她看传奇样的

Barker Simpson says:

再怎么过分渲染,她丈夫已经是死的了,她也死了

Barker Simpson says:

连着看,就会觉得,现实中怎么会有人感情这么好

Cindy says:

是啊,好得过分就是这结局

Barker Simpson says:

跟黄碧云对于情感的抽离是鲜明的对比

Barker Simpson says:

黄碧云写的人,只有欲望

Barker Simpson says:

到处都是欲望

Cindy says:

我有时候看她的东西,就像看一宗又一宗的案列

Barker Simpson says:

生命的绽放和凋零都是因为欲望

Cindy says:

特别那时候读LAW的时候

Barker Simpson says:

嗯,所以她也要写七宗罪

Cindy says:

恩,她自己就读法律来,

Barker Simpson says:

她读过criminology,看透了人的欲望

Barker Simpson says:

Barker Simpson says:

所以她是满宗教的一个人

Cindy says:

是啊

Barker Simpson says:

但宗教和科学也不能给她解释

Cindy says:

我看过她的一个采访

Barker Simpson says:

我也想看!

Barker Simpson says:

Cindy says:

好早以前大

Cindy says:

一个香港妹子给我看的剪报那种

Cindy says:

她就是如果对什么东西感兴趣就一定会钻进去探究竟,然后再抽身出来的那种

Barker Simpson says:

我觉得她很厉害的

Cindy says:

是的

Barker Simpson says:

她通篇都在写情感,但说到最后,都不是情感

Barker Simpson says:

她写得好荒凉,仿佛是刚看过了wasteland

Cindy says:

她的东西看完让人觉得好有力量

Barker Simpson says:

嗯,她是很政治的一个人,不像一般女作家,却又有不同于男作家的视角以及手笔

Cindy says:

难得出这样一个写字的人

Barker Simpson says:

嗯,我觉得也是

Cindy says:

我觉得她写的东西那么电影,但是真正拿去拍电影的话不一定会好

Barker Simpson says:

相对于来说,朱天文写的东西,虽然也是层次井然,但总是局限在台湾那片小地方,读起来没那么过瘾

Barker Simpson says:

我应该还是去学文学,写一个当代港台女作家的对比

Barker Simpson says:

Cindy says:

台湾的那些人都是那样的,包括导演在内,而且一直都还满坚持,有的甚至很固执

Cindy says:

但是台湾的文化还是有它特殊的一面,太多人想讲话,但是找不到发泄的渠道

Barker Simpson says:

嗯,她的层次都建立在了情节发展上,表面上看起来不是那么紧密,却一点都不细碎,要解构成电影太难,但她高明就在于给很多细节,让你可以看到那个image

Cindy says:

特别是政治,影响到其他各个方面,

Barker Simpson says:

嗯,他们的政治观很liberal,但却又很局限

Barker Simpson says:

世界观,很局限

Cindy says:

她给出来的IMAGE还是用文字表达出来会比较好

Barker Simpson says:

嗯,图像媒体太具象,解释不了他要表达的抽象观念

Cindy says:

你要真拍成电影的话 ,我觉得会过于紧凑,好象被锁喉的感觉,观众会有点喘不过气来

Cindy says:

但是这个紧凑是跟节奏无关的

Barker Simpson says:

嗯,东西太多了,要用时间捉摸,要反复捉摸,这些影像媒体都不可能提供,因为它的本质就是一对一的比喻以及快捷的娱乐

Barker Simpson says:

或者:快捷的信息传播

Cindy says:

对,越讲越觉得她厉害

Barker Simpson says:

Barker Simpson says:

他应该是当代中文女作家第一人吧

Cindy says:

她自己比导演还厉害

Barker Simpson says:

以前看还没觉得什么

Barker Simpson says:

越看越是觉得不得了

Barker Simpson says:

特别是看书

Cindy says:

以前看东西还冒到火候

Barker Simpson says:

跟在网上看的感觉不同

Barker Simpson says:

看书的连续感比较强,我觉得她要表达的东西虽然分散在各篇中,却都是linear的

Barker Simpson says:

在网上看,都是分散的,只觉得她笔下的人生很荒凉

Barker Simpson says:

却发现不了其中的前因后果

Cindy says:

还是买书来看吧

Barker Simpson says:

嗯,我觉得看书感觉太棒了!

Barker Simpson says:

我以后都买书

Cindy says:

是的

Cindy says:

网上看的感觉和看书还是两回事

Barker Simpson says:

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空白的地方都是亲吻和傻笑,我们多么可爱。


November 09, 2005

颠倒的颠。

Cindy says:
听得人欲仙欲死的
Cindy says:
但晚上听他容易失眠

说的是老黄耀明。不知怎么就找到这张划痕斑斑的精选CD.想到现在,这两天,正过的是有点失眠的日子。越来越贪恋黄碧云或者是朱天文,或者激烈下沉的生活,或者浩荡燃烧的青春,都是我依赖的失眠药。老黄上康熙的时候,就说了一下他日夜颠倒的生活方式,大概跟我想的一样,否则怎么能唱出这样不眠的歌。只是妒嫉年级一大把的他,美貌如初,并不见得因为这样的沉浸褪色多少。

而这张专辑,总是让我想起过去老粉用的签名档。那是在千禧之前,他总是说,see you next century. 我现在想的是凌晨5点在空荡的tesco里的会面,非常无俚头的会面,但都是颠了的人。

(《下世纪再嬉戏》 1999年6月)


My boy, his wife and her freedom

To the Corpse Bride on the other end of the world.

Another Tim Burton film, one that makes her feeling stronger, and one that scared the hell out of me.

Actually, it's like any other Tim Burton film: cute, extraordinary, warm, and rewarding cinema experience. Like every other time seeing his films, I got too much involved in the plots. Normally I would squeeze some tears in the end of the film, for the sake of those moving stories. But this time, being put in a quasi-little-mermaid "happy" ending, I was a bit scared to give my tears to that conclusion.

I'm not feeling like writing a consistent review tonight, so let's skip from the creepy plot (for me and half joking), to something I specially specially like in the film.

The very first thing is the length. I had not been very happy about it being so short, i.e. 78 mins, with a typical consumer mentality that the amount of money I pay equates the time I spend in the cinema, before I really had the experience. Then I realized that 78 minutes is a comfortable length. To put it more concretely, within 78 minutes it is very unlikely that you would be urged to go to the loo, within 78 minutes you would not change too many sitting positions that distracts you a lot from the film, for a 78 minutes film you wouldn't worry about it being too late to walk home from the tube station even when you go to the film after dinner, and 78 minutes doesn't seem a big occasion – it's closer to the entertaining nature of films rather than what we would address as 'rituals' or whatever the pundits call these occasions. Someone told me that in the old days 78 minutes is about the standard length of a film. Good old Tim, thank goodness he haven't yet fallen into the international (whether hollywood or not) filming trend.

The second coming feature of my strong liking is the colour. Brightness was endowed to the corpse world, and the living world left only greyness. This might be a misread, but, whatever! The redness on the corpse Bride's lips, the quick glimpse of pink on the living bride's cheeks, and the poison in dark red, they are actually the few impressions left in my mind now.

So, shall we go back to the plot and charactor analysis? Victor didn't struggle to make any decision. He was pushed into situations for three times: the first wedding, the second wedding, and getting back together with Victoria. He made up his own mind for about three times too: telling a lie to Emily in order to get back with Victoria, deciding to die for Emily, and not insisting that decision when alternative way is on offer. Victor isn't the important one. Emily is. And Victoria is trivia. That's what so scary for me. I can't identify myself with Emily, though you are not supposed to relate yourself with any charactor when you are supposed to be 'media-literated'. Old habbit dies hard! Anyway, follow that habbit I locate myself in Victor. I'm the one react to whatever comes up to me, and make pseudo-decisions. But then, I can also be accomodate in the Victoria category as well, empirically. Enough! My mind tells me, enough is enough, stop analysing the plots and charactors, it's unprofessional!

Here I stop. Leave the film for you who read till this bit to judge with your own eyes. Enjoy the Corpse Bride.


October 24, 2005

Old lovers

Title:
Broken Flowers
Rating:
4 out of 5 stars

I still remember I was pumped into by some fortune tellers several time when I was walking on the street of Beijing, randomly. They always told me next three months gonna be the biggest turning point of my life. I was told to seize whatever opportunities I saw in those months. When I turned back to the real life, I found no opportunities, and not even cute guys.

Most of the time, life changes in a more subtle way. You can't tell how it goes to all these different directions. If you get an unexpected mail like the one Don had, you may get the chance to see the unknown extention of life.

(I'm not making much sense these days. :) This is a really good film. Recommended!)


February 05, 2005

Rat Alley

DVD front cover
Title:
Lilya 4-Ever [DVD] [2002]
ASIN:
B0000AM73T
Rating:
4 out of 5 stars
What if you are Lilya and being pushed to the rat alley?

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