Archive for the ‘Movies’ Category

Monday July 14, 2008

August 10, 2008

Tonight found me back at my good ol’ alternative theater, the one hidden away in a random little suburb dotted with happy-looking homes and streets peppered with an inordinate amount of baby strollers.  I watched “Reprise” a sometimes frenetic, sometimes dark, yet strangely funny Norwegian film about two writers on the cusp of their careers, and the infinitely branched possibility trees of their lives.  Definitely worth seeing.

On my drive back through nearly-deserted streets, my eyes were inadvertently drawn to the license plates of the occasional vehicles that’d whiz by, searching for a dash of red, but finding dull whiteness instead.



March 28, 2008

This blog is a month and a half shy of its first birthday, and about a day and a half away from the 20,000 hits mark. You’ve had a front-row seat since the beginning. From the acceptance euphoria to the madness of P1/P2, to the psychological barometer and exhaust pipe that this platform has become, you’ve seen it all, and then some.

I figured I owed you a notice, at the very least. I’m taking down the shingle for a while. Maybe I’ll revisit the paper journal, or maybe I’ll just give up writing indefinitely. Who knows? I sure as hell don’t anymore. I’m leaving it all organic-like.

So yeah; maybe I’ll see you tomorrow. Maybe I’ll see you on the flip-side. Until we meet again.

“It’s like these pies and cakes. At the end of every night, the cheesecake and the apple pie are always completely gone. The peach cobbler, and the chocolate mousse cake are nearly finished. But there’s always a whole blueberry pie left untouched.”

“So what’s wrong with the blueberry pie?”

“There’s nothing wrong with the blueberry pie. It’s just people make other choices. You can’t blame the blueberry pie. It’s just, no one wants it.”

“My Blueberry Nights”


July 13, 2007

I saw Hot Fuzz the other night.  Funny, funny movie.  A bit slow to start, but a real over-the-top action flick, once it got swinging.

Anyhow, I’m off for an unspecified period of time, to an unnamed country, for a vacation I don’t think I really need or want.

Hasta luego.

El Libro Negro

July 1, 2007

My mind is still reeling from the last two-and-a-half hours of Zwartboek (The Black Book).

Talk about a moral mind-fuck.

The movie was beautifully done, outside some obvious sound-stage work and the cinematography was gorgeous. It’s amazing how a little color, or lack thereof, can set the stage for an emotional roller-coaster ride . Tangent: I love seeing mid-century cars puttering around in pristine condition. It titillates that little wannabe grease monkey who’s caged deep down in my soul, and triggers flashbacks of Herr Kunzes shop class in middle school.

Set in World War II Holland, the film follows the story of a Jewish woman who joins the Dutch underground and up going the extra mile for the cause, and then some. Oh, what’s that you say?  You fell in love with the Gestapo captain you were supposed to seduce? Good times lay ahead.

Anyhow, beyond the eye candy, the movie explores the miasma of human morality during wartime.  Unlike in Band of Brothers, or Saving Private Ryan (two of my favorite war movies, though I have yet to see Tae Guk Gi which I hear is pretty good, too), there’s no clear-cut bad guy vs good guy theme.  Black Book reminded me, slightly, of Malena, though with a lot less sunshine, happiness, and uh, Italians.

In a feeble attempt to universalize this post and make it seem worthwhile, I’ll close with the following.

I look forward to all the morally ambiguous situations we’ll face in the upcoming year, and hope to learn, through interaction with my classmates, that there is a distinction between black and white which transcends race, creed, color, orientation, number of appendages and dietary preferences.  With so many lawyers in the J08 intake though, I’m not holding my breath.

¿Cuál Es Un Dim Mak?

June 7, 2007

I love you, my INSEAD J08 bloggers, but the seriousness of your recent posts, and all the talk about the 2006 Career Statistics is a bit depressing. So, I bring you another one of DTLF’s infamous, seemingly nonsensical, yet deeply philosophic posts.

For some reason, Hallonman’s post about INSEAD’s Building Business in China course reminded me of this:

And no; I am not a flagrant racist who walks around all day in white sheets, burning crosses or anything. I love my Chinese brothers and sisters as much as I love my own. I just find Cantonese to be a wonderfully colorful language. Every time I hear it, I can’t help but think that a fight is about to break out and that I’ll finally be able to see a real, live Dim Mak.

“What the hewl is a Dim Mak?” you may ask. Let me enlighten you.

I will never leave the ’80s, ever.

Paris Je T’aime

May 27, 2007

Edit: A warm welcome to my Kiwi, Brasilian and Portuguese IP addresses/readers. ¡Cumprimentos, esferas Portuguese do olho!

Someone tell that voice in my head to shut up, already. I’ve heard enough “You should really be cleaning” to last me a lifetime or three. I’m quite excited that I’ll have the option to hire a cleaning lady in Fontainebleau, though for the price, she’d better beat the socks off of Rosie.

Every once in a while, I’m possessed by the inexplicable urge to watch a film, in a theater. Mind you, I’m not a theater person for many reasons, including the usurious €10 that cinemas charge to strain my already bad eyeballs in a dirty seat next to hordes of tweens swooning over every shot of Orland Bloom. Ugh.

Which is why I prefer independent movies, in even dirtier, second-tier theaters. Having seen a preview for The Namesake and hearing rave reviews from a Bengali friend, I was curious to see if it would live up to the hype. Then, halfway to the theater, I realized that watching a serious, heart-wrenching tale of immigrant life, solo, on a Saturday night, would probably not do wonders for my mood and decided to change course and see Paris Je T’aime instead.

The movie is made up of a series of vignettes, all shot by different directors, some well-known, some not. The theme of each segment is,

<Drum roll>

Wait for it

Wait for it

Yeah, you guessed it


In Paris

Go figure. If for nothing else, you should go see it for a great performance by Nick Nolte. No, really; he was pretty good. If you prefer brilliant, stunning, actresses named Natalie Portman, over old, haggard, alcoholic actors, then this movie is also for you. For the aforementioned tweens, Elijah Wood pops his pre-pubescent looking head in as well.

My favorite clip was a touching short about interracial, love titled ‘Quais de Seine’. I think I’ll put off laundry and go find more works by Leïla Bekhti instead.

Veritas et Aequitas

May 24, 2007

Sent at 11:53 AM on Thursday

Me: Need content.

PW: Talk about Shrek

Me: I haven’t seen 1, 2, or 3

PW: About how ogre babies are so cute

PW: But, you can’t get a coo out of me over a human one



What started as a cameo role has quickly blossomed in to a recurring cast member position. Thanks, Professional Writer. PW definitely does not regress towards the mean.

I hopped on the Google Chat bandwagon at its release, but soon fell off since all of one person I knew was using it. Fast forward about a year, and here I am, using it again, but on a daily basis now. Insidious Google manages to insert yet another simple, useful, user-friendly program in to my life. They’re everywhere!


But this post isn’t about Google. It’s about movies. And since I can’t write about Shrek, I’ll blab about the last movie I actually made an effort to see in a theater: Venus. It was moving, in a squirmy, uncomfortable way. Seeing Peter O’Toole as an old, frail man is pretty depressing. Seeing in him the reflection of my aging grandparents and 80+ year old relatives makes it more so. Yeah; I’m not such a great movie reviewer. But don’t let that stop you from making an effort to see a great film.


If you’re in to depressing independent films, you may also want to check out Closer, which has an excellent cast, and the benefit of the brilliant and stunning Natalie Portman.


However, if you’re one of the three people who actually went out of their way to find the Rambo IV trailer, I’d recommend looking in to Boondock Saints instead.