marți, 23 decembrie 2008

Arizona Dream



Productie: SUA/Franta, 1993
Gen: drama/comedie
Regie: Emir Kusturica
Distributie: Johnny Depp, Faye Dunnaway, Vincent Gallo, Jerry Lewis, Lili Taylor
Soundtrack:
Goran Bregovic & Iggy Pop - In the Death Car
Goran Bregovic - Dreams
Goran Bregovic - Old Home Movie
Goran Bregovic & Iggy Pop - TV Screen
Goran Bregovic - 7/8 & 11/8
Goran Bregovic & Iggy Pop - Get the Money
Goran Bregovic - Gunpowder
Goran Bregovic - Gypsy Reggae
Goran Bregovic - Death
Goran Bregovic & Iggy Pop - This is a Film
Trailer:



Revad filmul cu aceeasi placere de fiecare data! Probabil preferatul meu dintre filmele lui Kusturica! Mai jos, o scena din film |de vis|:

miercuri, 17 decembrie 2008

The Black Dahlia



Productie: Germania/SUA, 2006
Gen: drama/thriller
Regie: Brian De Palma
Distributie: Josh Hartnett, Scarlett Johansson, Aaron Eckhart, Hillary Swank, Mia Kirshner
Soundtrack:
Joe Garland - In the Mood
K.D. Lang - Love for Sale
Trailer:



Un film inspirat dintr-un caz real. Doi detectivi investigheaza o crima macabra. Film destul de intortocheat care merita vazut acasa pentru a putea da rewind la multe dintre actiuni :)). E semnat de autorul filmelor: Mission: Impossible si Scarface. aaaa, si e cu Josh Hartnett...

Al di la delle nuvole/Beyond the Clouds



Productie: Italia/Franta/Germania, 1995
Gen: drama
Regie: Michelangelo Antonioni, Wim Wenders
Distributie: John Malkovich, Sophie Marceau, Jean Reno, Ines Sastre, Kim Rossi Stuart
Soundtrack:
U2 & Brian Eno - Your Blue Room
U2 & Brian Eno - Beach Sequence

Urmeaza si o scena din film ... numai s-o gasesc :|

sâmbătă, 6 decembrie 2008

Gotan Project - Diferente & Santa Maria del Buen Ayre (live)



Album: Lunatico
1. Amor Porteno
2. Notas
3. Diferente
4. Celos
5. Lunatico
6. Mi Confesion
7. Tango Cancion
8. La Viguela
9. Criminal
10. Arrabal
11. Domingo
12. Paris, Texas



Album: La Revancha del Tango
1. Queremos Paz
2. Epoca
3. Chunga's Revenge
4. Triptico
5. Santa Maria (del Buen Ayre)
6. Una musica brutal
7. El capitalismo foraneo
8. Last Tango in Paris
9. La del ruso
10. Vuelvo al sur

Thievery Corporation - Sound the Alarm (live)



Album: Radio Retaliation
1. Sound the Alarm
2. Mandala
3. Radio Retaliation
4. Vampires
5. Hare Krsna
6. El Pueblo Unido
7. The Forgotten People
8. 33 Degree
9. Beautiful Drug
10. La Femme Parallel
11. Retaliation Suite
12. The Numbers Game
13. The Shining Path
14. Blasting Through the City
15. Sweet Tides

Donnie Darko



Productie: SUA, 2001
Gen: drama
Regie: Richard Kelly
Distributie: Jake Gyllenhaal, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Mary McDonnell, James Duval, Daveigh Chase, Patrick Swayze, Holmes Osborne, Katharine Ross, Jena Malone, Drew Barrymore, Noah Wyle
Soundtrack:
Echo & The Bunnymen - The Killing Moon
Sam Bauer & Ged Bauer - Lucid Memory
Tears for Fears - Head Over Heels
Ged Bauer & Michael K. Bauer - Lucid Assembly
Duran Duran - Notorious
The Dead Green Mummies - Proud to Be Loud
Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart
The Church - Under the Milky Way
Gary Jules & Michael Andrews - Mad World
Trailer:

miercuri, 3 decembrie 2008

Hot Fuzz



Productie: Marea Britanie/Franta, 2007
Gen: actiune/comedie/crima
Regie: Edgar Wright
Distributie: Simon Pegg, Nick Frost, Martin Freeman, Bill Nighy
Soundtrack:
Adam Ant - Goody Two Shoes
The Kinks - Village Green Preservation Society
Supergrass - Caught by the Fuzz
Sweet - Blockbuster
Dire Straits - Romeo and Juliet
The Crazy World of Arthur Brown - Fire
John Spencer & The Elegant Too - Here Come the Fuzz
The Fratellis - Baby Fratelli
T-Rex - Solid Gold Easy Action
The Troggs - I Can't Control Myself
Cozy Powell - Dance with the Devil
Frank Comstock - Nostalgia
XTC - Sgt. Rock
Tommy McCook - Down on Bond Street
Tub Thumper - Kick Out the Jams
Stavely Makepeace - Slippery Rock 70's
John Eric Alexander - "Lethal Weapon 3" Trailer Score
Dick Breeze, Emma Dance, David Goodall, Diane Leach, Tim Lee - Lovefool
The Move - Night of Fear
Mark Isham - Foot Chase
Trevor Rabin - Hostage Situation
The Kinks - Village Green
Jim Broadbent, Olivia Colman, Kevin Eldon, Simon Pegg, Karl Johnson - Happy Birthday
Robert Rodriguez, Carl Thiel - Avenging Angel
The Fratellis - Solid Gold Easy Action
Trailer:



Comedie 100% british. De vazut!

duminică, 9 noiembrie 2008

Burn After Reading




Productie: SUA/Marea Britanie/Franta, 2008
Gen: comedie/crima
Regie: Ethan Coen, Joel Coen
Distributie: George Clooney, Frances McDormand, John Malkovich, Tilda Swinton, Brad Pitt
Soundtrack:
The Fugs - CIA Man
Trailer:



Excelent filmul !!! Ce personaje au creat regizorii astia.. si ce bine joaca ei toti :MalkovichPittClooneyMcDormandSwinton !!! De vazut neaparat!

vineri, 3 octombrie 2008

CFR Cluj - Chelsea 0-0



Meci mare al echipei din Gruia in fata finalistei CL de anul trecut! Peste 20.000 de oameni, atmosfera superba, meci pe masura. Bravo CFR!

miercuri, 17 septembrie 2008

luni, 15 septembrie 2008

Festivalul Anonimul 2008



Locatie: Sf. Gheorghe, jud. Tulcea
Data: 11-17 august 2008

In sfarsit, am ajuns si eu la a 5-a editie a festivalului Anonimul. Locatie superba, greu de descris in cuvinte ce frumos e locul, sat frumos, oameni frumosi, mancare buna, plaja incredibila. Din pacate nu am vazut asa multe filme pe cat mi-as fi dorit, dar am bifat: Deal Breaker, Room 10, The Wave, Hot Dog, It's Hard to Be Nice, Boogie, Lemon Tree, Deficit. Marele premiu a fost acordat filmului Silent Light, un film mexican regizat de Carlos Reygadas, film prezent si la festivalul de la Cannes in 2007. Radu Muntean a castigat premiul pentru regie iar premiul publicului a ajuns la The Wave, film german in regia lui Dennis Gansel.
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miercuri, 10 septembrie 2008

Wassup Rockers



Productie: SUA, 2005
Gen: drama
Regie: Larry Clark
Distributie: Jonathan Velasquez, Francisco Pedrasa, Milton Velasquez, Usvaldo Panameno, Eddie Velasquez, Luis Rojas-Salgado, Carlos Ramirez
Soundtrack:
Moral Decay - Politica Corrupta
South Central Riot Squad - SCRS
Los Basics - Chunchaca No. 5
South Central Riot Squad - SC Drunx
Defiance - No Future, No Hope
The Revolts - Stop These Wars
Tim Armstrong - School Cop
Los Basics - After Glow
The Reataliates - It's My Life
Moral Decay - Youth in the Street
Moral Decay - Unfinished Story
Jessy Moss - So What
Domingosiete - Amor es Dolor
The Remains - La Guerra de la Muerte
South Central Riot Squad - Disgrace
Domingosiete - Esta Noche
The Retaliates - No Justice
The Remains - War on Society
The Retaliates - High School Riot
Mogwai - Take Me Someplace Nice
The Revolts - No Control
Trailer:



Wassup Rockers - poate pentru inceput pare un film tare slab pentru faptul ca tinerii skateri - protagonistii - nu sunt actori profesionisti, regizorul gasindu-i pe strazile din South Central L.A. si propunandu-le sa joace in film. Desi usor diferit fata de restul filmelor (Ken Park, Bully, Kids), dupa ce ai vizionat Wassup Rockers ramai cu aceleasi senzatii de neliniste, o oarecare mahnire, parere de rau si, in cazul meu, un fel de admiratie pentru modul in care adolescentii fac fata discriminarilor, injuriilor, pierderii unui prieten. Cui ii place Larry Clark si ceea ce face el, o sa-i placa si filmul asta.

miercuri, 3 septembrie 2008

Trade/Sex Traffic



Productie: Germania/SUA, 2007
Gen: drama/thriller
Regie: Marco Kreuzpaintner
Distributie: Kevin Kline, Cesar Ramos, Alicja Bachleda-Curus, Paulina Gaitan, Marco Perez
Trailer:



Un film despre traficul de carne vie, dar ... american. Se simte amprenta asta "haliudiana" si din cauza asta are un minus din partea mea. Oricum, pentru amatorii de gen, recomand Sex Traffic, un film mult mai bine facut,mult mai crud, violent, realist.



Productie: Marea Britanie/Canada, 2004
Gen: drama
Regie: David Yates
Distributie: Anamaria Marinca, Wendy Crewson, John Simm, Maria Popistasu, Chris Potter,

marți, 26 august 2008

The Sick Gentleman's Last Visit

by Giovanni Papini
translated by Alberto Manguel

No one ever knew the real name of the man we all called the Sick Gentleman. Since his sudden disappearance everything that was his has vanished as well, everything except the memory of his unforgettable smile, and a portrait of Sebastiano del Piombo which shows him half hidden in the soft shadow of a fur coat, one gloved hand drooping delicately like the hand of someone asleep. A few of those who loved him truly - and I count myself as one of the few - also remember his remarkable skin of a transparent and pale yellow hue, the almost feminine lightness of his step, and his constantly vacant look. He enjoyed talking for hours on end but no one ever grasped the full meaning of his words. I even know of some who did not wish to understand him because the things he said were too horrible. His presence lent a fantastic tint to the simplest things: when his hand touched an object, the object seemed to enter and become part of the world of dreams. His eyes reflected no things that were there but other unknown and faraway things not seen by those who were with him. No one ever asked him what his illness was, or why he did not seem to try to cure it. He spent his time walking, always, day and night, without stopping. No one knew where he lived; no one ever met his parents or his brothers or sisters. One day he just appeared in town and then another day, some years later, he vanished.

The day before his disappearance he came to my room to wake me, very early, when dawn was just beginning to break. I felt the soft touch of his glove on my forehead and saw him standing in front of me, wrapped in his furs, with the ghost of a smile on his lips and his eyes more absent than ever. I realized, seeing his red eyelids, that he had been awake all night, and that he must have waited for dawn with great anxiety because his hands were trembling and his entire body seemed to shake with fever.

"What is the matter?" I asked. "Is your illness causing you more discomfort than usual?"

"My illness," he answered. "My illness? Do you too believe, like the others, that I have an illness? Why not say that I myself am an illness? There is nothing that actually belongs to me! It is I, who belong to someone, and that someone is my master!"

Accustomed as I was to his strange talk, I didn't answer. I continued to look at him and my look must have been gentle because he came even nearer to my bed and again touched my forehead with his soft glove.

"You do not seem to have a temperature," he said. "You are perfectly healthy and calm. Your blood runs peacefully through your veins. I can therefore tell you something that perhaps will frighten you: I can tell you who I am. Listen carefully, please, because I may not be able to say the same things twice. But it is necessary that I say them at least once."

With this, he let himself fall into a purple armchair beside my bed, and carried on in a stronger voice.

"I am not a real man. I am not a man like others, a man of flesh and blood, a man born of woman. I did not come into this world like your fellow men. No one rocked me in my cradle, or watched over my growing years. I have not known the restlessness of adolescence, or the comfort of family ties. I am - I am but a figure in a dream . In me, Shakespeare's image has become literally and tragically exact. I am such stuff as dreams are made on! I exist because someone is dreaming me, someone who is now asleep and dreaming and sees me act and live and move, and in this very moment is dreaming that I am saying these very words. When this someone began to dream me, I began my existence. When he wakes I will cease to be. I am an imagination, a creation, a guest of his long nightly fantasies. This someone's dream is lasting and intense to such a degree that I became visible even to those who are awake. But the world of watchfulness, the world of solid reality is not mine. I feel uncomfortable in the midst of your tangible and vulgar existence! My life flows slowly in the soul of my sleeping creator . . .

"Don't think I speak symbolically or in riddles. What I am saying is the truth - the whole, simple and tremendous truth.

"To be an actor in a dream is not what pains me most. There are poets who have said that man's life if but the shadow of a dream, and philosophers who have hinted that all reality is but hallucination. I instead, am haunted by another thought: who is this someone who dreams me? Who is this nameless, unknown being to whom I belong, who suddenly brought me out of the darkness of his tired brain and whose awakening will just as suddenly extinguish me, like a flame in the wind? How many days have I spent thinking of this master of mine, asleep; thinking of my creator busy with the course of my ephemeral life! He must be someone great and powerful, a being for whom years are minutes, someone who can live the entire life of a man in just one of his nights. His dreams must be so vivid and powerful and deep that they can cast forth images in such a way that they seem real. Perhaps the whole world is but the ever-changing result of the crossing of dreams dreamt by beings identical to him. But I won't generalize: let us leave metaphysical trifling to reckless philosophers! For me, it is enough to know with absolute certainty that I am the imaginary creature of a vast and enormous dreamer.

"But who is he? That is the question that's been troubling me for so long, ever since I discovered the nature of the stuff I was made on. Surely you understand how important this question is to me? On its answer hangs my entire fate. The actors in dreams enjoy ample freedom, and for that reason my life has not been entirely determined by my birth but to a large extent by my free will. However, it has become necessary for me to know who it was that was dreaming me in order to choose my way of life. At first I was terrified by the idea that the slightest thing might wake him - that is, destroy me. A shout, a noise, a whisper might suddenly fling me into nothingness. In those days I used to care for life, so I would torture myself in vain, trying to guess the tastes and passions of my unknown master, trying to give to my existence the attributes and shapes that might please him. All the time I trembled with the thought that I might commit an act that would offend him, frighten him - and therefore wake him. For a while I imagined him to be a sort of paternalistic, evangelic deity, and I tried to lead the most virtuous and saintly of lives. At another time I pictured him as a classic pagan hero, and I would crown myself with vine-leaves and sing songs in praise of wine and dance with young nymphs in forest clearings. Once I believed that I was part of the dream of a pure and immortal sage who managed to live in a superior spiritual world, and I spent long sleepness nights counting the stars and measuring the earth and trying to find out how living creatures were made.

"But in the end I grew tired, humiliated to think I was but the spectacle of this unknown and unknowable master. I realized that the fiction of a life was not worth such base and servile flattery. And I began to wish ardently for that which in the beginning had caused me such terror - his awakening. I deliberately filled my life with gruesome images so that the sheer horror might wake him. I tried everything to achieve the peace of annihilation, I did all within my power to interrupt the sad comedy of my apparent life, to destroy this ridiculous larva of a life that somehow likens me to men.

"I left no crime untouched, no infamy untasted. With refined tortures I murdered innocent old people, I poisoned the waters of entire cities, I set fire to the hair of hundreds of women. Grown wild through my death-wish, I tore apart with my teeth the children I met on the way. At night I sought the company of monstrous dark giants forgotten by mankind. I took part in the incredible villanies of trolls, demons and ghosts. I threw myself from the top of a mountain into a broken and naked valley surrounded by caverns of white bones. Witches taught me the shrieks of wild beasts that at night put fear into the hearts of the bravest men. But it seems that he who dreams me isn't frightened by those things which make ordinary men tremble. Perhaps he enjoys watching horrible sights, perhaps he doesn't care or perhaps it doesn't affect him. Until this day I have not been able to wake him, so I must drag on with this ignoble life, wretched and unreal.

"Who will free me from my dreamer? When will the dawn come that will put an end to his work? When will the bell toll, the cock crow, the voice call that will wake him? I have been waiting so long for my day of freedom! I have been waiting so eagerly for the end of this foolish dream in which I play so monotonous a part!

"What I am doing now is my last attempt. I am telling my dreamer that I am a dream. I want him to dream that he is dreaming. That is something that happens to men, doesn't it? And don't they wake, once they realize they are dreaming? That's why I have come to see you and that's why I have told you everything. I hope he who has created me understands that at this very minute I do not exist as a real man, for as soon as he does, I shall cease to exist, even as an unreal image. Do you think I will succeed? Do you think that by repeating it and shouting it I will manage to awaken my invisible master?"

And while he was saying these words, the Sick Gentleman tossed and turned in the armchair, pulling off and putting on the glove of his left hand, staring at me with eyes that seemed to grow more and more vacant. It was as if he expected something terrible and marvellous to happen at any minute. His face took on an agonized expression. From time to time he would stare at his own body as if expecting it to dissolve into thin air, and he would nervously pass a hand across his damp forehead.

"Do you believe all this to be true?" he asked me. "Or do you think I'm lying? But why can't I disappear, why can't I be free of it all? Is it that I'm part of an everlasting dream, the dream of an immortal sleeper, of an eternal dreamer? Help me get rid of this terrible notion! Console me, find me some plan, some way to escape from this horror! I beg you, help me! Will no one pity this poor, bored apparition?"

As I remained silent, he stared at me once again and then stood up. He seemed to me taller than before, and once again I noticed his almost diaphanous skin. One could see he was suffering terribly. His whole body seemed convulsed: he looked like an animal trying to escape from a net. The soft gloved hand shook mine, for the last time. Murmuring something very gently he left my room, and only one person has seen him since.

duminică, 24 august 2008

Mika - Relax, Take It Easy (live)





Album: Life in Cartoon Motion
1. Grace Kelly
2. Lollipop
3. My Interpretation
4. Love Today
5. Relax (Take It Easy)
6. Any Other World
7. Billy Brown
8. Big Girl (You Are Beautiful)
9. Stuck in the Middle
10. Happy Ending
11. Ring Ring
12. Over My Shoulder


Madcon - Beggin (live)




Album: So Dark the Con of Man
1. Beggin
2. Back on the Road (ft. Vinni)
3. Hard to Read (ft. Noora)
4. Life's Too Short
5. The Way We Do Thangs (ft. Timbuktu)
6. Blessed
7. Suda Suda (ft. El Axel)
8. Let It Be Known
9. Let's Dance Instead
10. Dandelion
11. Pride & Prejudice (ft. Sofian)
12. Me and My Brother
13. Loose

Un mega-album pe care-l ascult oricand cu cea mai mare placere! :D


luni, 21 iulie 2008

Excursie la Summer Break

Locatie: Camping Strei, Simeria Veche, jud. Hunedoara
Data: 10-12 iulie 2008

zic imediat si de poze :))