0 comentarii Tuesday, June 10, 2008

E ora 6 dimineata in ziua asta "glorioasa" de marti si eu stau in fata calculatorului cu tigara in gura si cafeaua langa mine ascultand Massive Attack si mi-am adus aminte de ultima saptamana. Pe unde am umblat in saptamana aceea si pe unde s-o scurs timpul.

Pentru toti cei care nu sunt obisnuiti cu viata din Cluj sau cei care sunt prea ignoranti sa se uite la afise si spoturi, sau pur si simplu nu ati trecut pe la cinematografe, saptamana trecuta era in Cluj - Napoca TIFFul sau in numele lui complet Transilvania International Film Festival sustinut de APFR (Asociatia pentru Promovarea Filmului Romanesc - da chiar exista asa ceva) in care se putea viziona diferite filme, una mai stranie decat celelalte din diferite colturi a lumii. Rolul meu in minunatul nostru festival era de voluntar. Am apucat sa vad atat filme cat si tot efortul depus de fiecare om ca cei ce vin strict pentru filme sa se bucure de ele fara sa observe restul "problemelor" prin culise.

Din perioada de 28 mai pana la 8 iunie eram cu toti o familie mare, cateodata putin cam ciudata, fiecare facand partea lui sau ei de munca in anumite momente fara sa ne consultam intre noi care facea mici mari probleme si dileme cu certuri dar totul facut cu un scop nomil. Pot sa zic cu mana pe inima ca nimic legat de cinematografie nu e asa de simplu precum pare la prima vedere. Filmele sunt grele, orele de munca sunt chinuitoare, spectatorii sunt cateodata extrem de lipsiti de maniere iar aspectul estetic tinde sa fie cea mai mare problema, una desigur chiar pe primul plan. Chiar dupa primele zile de munca deja erau cei care vroiau sa fuga de la locul faptei, printre care pot sa ma numar linistit si eu dar pana la urma cu toti am ramas, cu toti am muncit si majoritatea am si baut la sfarsitul zile cateva beri platite de dragii nostri angajatori.

Si daca tot suntem la subiect de filme, de ce nu, sa adaugam si cateva filme care chiar meritau sa fie vazute:

Paranoid Park/Paranoid Park (Franta-SUA, 2007)

Alex, interpretat de Gabe Nevins, un teenager tipic, skateboarder, isi gaseste viata destramanduse in urma uciderii a unui paznic la parcul feroviar. Anchetat de politistul Richard Lu cat timp parintii lui sunt pe cale de divort iar prietena lui virgina, Jennifer il streseaza cu probleme tipic tineresti el ajunge sa ne arate ultimele zile din viata lui prin notitele lui in Paranoid Park.

Prabusirea Casei Usher (Franta-SUA, 1928)

Un film mut produs cu, hai sa fim seriosi, decenii in urma dupa cartea lui Edgar A. Poe acompaniat intr-o atmosfera foarte placuta de muzica live si poezii de Einuiea Ensemble. Proiectat la Terasa Muzeului de Arta intr-o atmosfera foarte placuta si nonsalanta era chiar una dintre spectacolele pe care orice iubitor de epoca ar fi vrut sa vada.

Viva Constanta! (Romania, 2006)

Ok. Sa nu creada nimeni ca nu putem sa avem filme bune si cu tigani. Desigur, in mod normal nu prea ar merge un film cu oameni mici si invizibili care ne fura telefonul mobil dar in cazul acestuia facem o meca corectare. Productia anului 2006 in Romania avea ca star pe Elvis Romano, un Elvis tiganesc (de parca ne-ar mai lipsi inca unu) care porneste pe drumul catre stele intr-un film care e mai mult de ras decat altceva dar de nu alta sa radem si noi de mocanie cruda intr-o setare aproape sureal de cunoscuta.

Trupa de elita/Trupa de Elite (Brazilia, 2007)

In Rio de Janeiro tensiunea extrema din cauza bandelor de traficanti in combinatie cu coruptia in fortele de ordine imping guvernul brazilian la o retaliere in forma unei trupe paramilitare pentru rezolvarea situatie prin orice modalitate posibila. De va plac filmele de actiune o sa o iubiti. Daca sunteti ca mine si preferati ceva mai noir sau poate mai psihologic, deasemenea nu o sa va dezamagiti. Setarea este foarte reala iar actiunea cumva te prinde prin tot parcursul filmului cum un ofiter, dupa nasterea copilului propriu incearca sa gaseasca un inlocuitor.

La Rabia/La Rabia (Argentina, 2008)

Daca tot am mentionat noir-ul haideti sa va zic de unul care, desi straniu peste limita cuvantului, sigur a meritat o moneda frumoasa. La Rabia este un film care vine direct din pampasul argentinian. Obscen, salbatic, scrut este printre primele cuvinte care vin in minte pe langa altele in semi-lungmetrajul soc in care doi copii fac fata cateodata instabil a imaginilor de macel a animalelor, a violentei domestice si a adulterului incontrolabil. O imagine tulburatoara in cobinatie cu desene destramate ca in pictoriale face ca filmul sa rupa orice legatura intre ea, spectatorul si lumea reala.

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It's been a while since I last posted anything even remotely significant on this page and it's been even longer since I've had any ideas that would actually interest anyone. But I'm back, and this time I don't really feel like reproducing mass-interest related topics for you. This time I'm gonna talk about something personal.

Have you ever had anything that represents you? Chances are you have. If not then you still have time to grow up. If you had it but don't you're either too old, too wise or just too stupid and lost it like me. You see, I'm somewhat of a picmic. I need a sense of order around me and when there isn't any, I get distracted, nervous. In my case I'm talking about a girl. For some of you I might seem like a really sorry-ass SOD but it's my life and I cherish what little I have left of my humanity.

Now, more to the point for those of you who had and lost "it", I'm pretty sure most of you never got it back.....and then lost it again....and back and etcetera, etcetera. I really don't have anything else to blame but myself for this. Myself, my childish view on life and my subordination towards generics. It's been quite a while and maybe it's the lack of sleep since I've been up since 2AM talking over the net with the girl in question and somewhere in between the chat lines I actually found.....well, a part of myself. Sometimes it's not what you have or that you had it and lost it that makes you see the value of something but a difference in your mentality. There are days that I see being 20 as being the same as 16 or 17 but it's moments such as these that you realize that people do change. And 2-3 years can make all the difference in the world.

1 comentarii Wednesday, January 16, 2008

It's funny how most things in life never turn out the way you expect them to. That all your goals just disappear as you flow down a small creek with no paddle or life raft. How everything can turn upside down from one second to the next.

We all strive to get somewhere but we never really look at the scenery on the road. The distracting beauty of a thousand different other things in life. Things we can't look at or else risk falling off our high wire highway. All the different things that we could become, all the feelings that linger after just a few seconds spent with the one we love. The intoxicating fumes of a cigarette one day meant to be only a remembrance to a night spent staring at a screen with a blinking bar. Looking straight ahead. Life is too short to enjoy. We all have to run. I should doubt....

God, or whatever higher power there might be out there, didn't plan life to be pleasurable. That wasn't his work. It was you, me, them... It was all the people out there that lived, died, killed and shook this world off its balance that did that. Just stand still for a second. Light a cigarette and let the noise drip in. It's the voice of a beating, living entity. An obscure creation that has the sole purpose of making us wobble. The good along side the bad, the beautiful along side of the ugly. The things that make us realize who we are and what exactly that is worth.

I can't really say that this blog actually has any motivation or any sense for that matter but all I know is that we're all heading towards one certain moment in life when we close our eyes and never open them again. Why are we all hurrying? Why are we running head forward into an oblivion we all fear so much? You all can run if you want. I'll be here, sitting on my rock watching as everyone flows away out of sight. But if you understood anything from my mindless midnight rambling, there's always room for one more.