Monday, March 26, 2007

Contempt

Le Mépris (Contempt) (1962) directed by Jean-Luc Godard

If I had my sweetheart, that sunshine in my life, the dimple of my smile, the color of my eye, the sugar in my coffee, the apple of my tree, that song of my bluejay, the herb for my tea, thanks to her mother's fruit, and her father's vanilla twinky, I would take my darling bubblegum to watch this depressing film with me. Oh and that was a compliment for the film, for sure. You will know exactly what not to do about love after you watch this film. You will walk out of the room speechless, almost giving up on your faith towards that special little someone, out-there, to give you that perfect, symmetrical smile to change your life.

The story deals with a French playwright, Paul, who is married to the beautiful and tender Camille. Paul becomes involved with the movie industry and meets a rich American producer by the name of Prokosch. The famous movie director, Fritz Lang (as himself), was originally offered to work for the producer in hopes to create a retelling of Homer's great epic story, The Odyssey. Not too happy with Lang's interpretation, Prokosch turns to Paul and hires him to rewrite the script, offering Paul a gamble. The financially rich and perverse Prokosch begins to admire Camille, and tells Paul either to give up his wife to get paid for the job, or lose the job and keep her. Paul, knowing that he wants to keep his flat with his wife, accepts the monetary offer to literally give his wife to the sick producer, until he regrets the downfall of what was once a loving relationship.

You must have patience to sit through the film. There is a very long 45-minute sequence inside of the apartment of argument and discussion between the husband and his wife, but the camera movements are seemless. Most of the time they are trying to understand each other. I noticed when situations are warped because of that emotional bond, emotions distract that reasonable state of mind. That is, when two people are thoughtful by their emotions, they get cloudy to each other, and they leave no room for making the right choices. Paul kept on trying to let Camille express her sudden change towards him, but unfortunately she had been keeping her concerns to herself, letting her husband admit what he did wrong earlier in the day. You can feel her heartbreak, her faith crumbling down on her from one minute to the next, from pure happiness to melancholic distress.

The movie is extremely sad and depressing. You feel for the characters' pain and suffering. The dialogue is subtle but well-written and extensive. The arguments between the couple are disturbing, although not explicitly, since the viewer can feel the deterioration becoming heavier and heavier, as Paul urges her to say why she changed. When she decides to tell him, the change to revive their love was too late.

I can only sigh after writing this. Just to remember the film gets me sad to think I might be lonely for the rest of my life. Being responsible for your love to someone is difficult, and sometimes we want to escape from it because we don't want to be held responsible for whatever decision we make. Yet since we are people, there is always a second chance depending on how harmless the effects of the decision are. In Paul's case, what he did was unforgivable, yet it was also the clarity of the situation to each other that might have made the movie end on a lighter note.

To brighten up this post, here is a song by the Brazilian singer Astrud Gilberto.

Goodbye Sadness (Tristeza)

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

House of Leaves

House of Leaves (2000) was written by Mark Z. Danielewski. It has been described that in the early stages of the book it began circulating from drug addicts to porn actors as a stack of loosely binded sheets. It has been considered as "One of the most ambitious, complicated, and eagerly anticipated literary debuts of the year" said Newsweek. It is an amazing novel of mystery, science-fiction, and horror all wrapped into one plot.

The story is narrated by Johnny Truant. He is a tattooist living in the dark city of Los Angeles. He tries to find an apartment with his friend Lude and they learn that an old man, named Zampanò, recently died in his home. While looking through the apartment, they discover a manuscript. The manuscript is a research essay written by Zampanò on a series of documentaries put into one film by the genius director Will Navidson called The Navidson Record. Throughout the manuscript, it details how Will Navidson and his family began to live in a house where, in a normal afternoon, found that the inside was bigger than the outside, which lead the family into relationship complications. This event filled Navidson and his group of friends with curiosity to explore the house to encounter and film many strange incidents.

The novel is a play on the academic format standards in the English language. It is highly experimental, in that you will see footnotes within footnotes, an exhaustive and invented bibliography for the most part, typographical layouts are brilliantly placed unconventionally and progressively as you immerse yourself within the story, and stories from different points of view crossing each other as one comment or complement the other.

House of Leaves is a wonderful serenade to language. From each point of view the dialects radically change , and the novel flips many times from the gritty, dirty-mouthed Truant to an academic Zampanòian writing, leaving you with the impression of movement. You must have a good amount of ADD to enjoy it since it is highly detailed in describing normal, everyday things. There are many sections that are simply adding "notes" to certain texts (even invented ones), pages devoted to four-word sentences, and extended comments about a particular idea relating inside of the plot, as well as outside of it.

I recommend this book to anyone who will enjoy the dark and twisted perils literature can bring to the reader, especially with the innovative approach to the novel that Danielewski took.

Sigur Ros - Agaetis Byrjun

Monday, March 19, 2007

Oh, Get Up

Winter is ending, but the chill is still there. I want to climb out of this hole. I dedicate this to my friends and family, and others, going through the same as me. This is for you too M.

The Monkees - As We Go Along

"I can tell by your face
That you're looking to find a place
To settle your mind and reveal who you are,
And you shouldn't be shy,
For I'm not gonna try
To hurt you or heal you or steal your star.
Open your eyes,
Get up off of your chair,
There's so much to do in the sunlight,
Give up your secrets,
And let down your hair,
And sit with me here by the firelight.
Why think all about
Who's gonna win out?
We'll make up our story as we go along,
There's so little time
For us to try to rhyme,
And so many highways to travel upon.
Open your eyes,
Get up off of your chair,
There's so much to do in the sunlight,
Give up your secrets,
And let down your hair,
And sit with me here by the firelight."

Thursday, March 15, 2007

It's Time You Break Free

The Secret Art of Science by DJ DB. A good album = good songs. Until you repeat the album is when the songs transform into greatness and lets you make the move to appreciate it better. The songs posted are one of my faves. It is the most relaxing drum & bass music wanting to be heard for all ages. Where many DJ's were putting together hard sounds, DJ DB put together an ensemble of relaxing music, which was quite odd for its time in 2001.

I remember when I first got this CD from a friend in highschool. I had a group of friends who were into music, almost listening to it religiously. They could've formed a club if they wanted to, and it was almost like a Dead Poet Society. Their belief was to appreciate really good music, and take in the most of the song. They would turn off the lights, and leave the music on with all of us sitting and listening. That became a habit later on in life. When I hear a song that is meaningful to me, I repeat it more than a gazillion times to maybe get into the mind of the author, and take in every millisecond of the sound. It's crazy, but that just means that I truly appreciate the music. I recall the amazement when I saw a huge collection of burned CD's. It was literally hundreds of CD's filled with music which they searched and discovered. Sadly, they were into drugs though, and I never cared much for that.

This CD was used for one of those good times we would all hang out together. The CD itself had a baby face on its cover, which I think was the original cover, until they changed it. I remember I would call it the "Babyface CD." To this day the album just never gets old. Have fun!

Urban Visions - Pearls
E-Z Rollers - Retro [G.O.D. Mix]
Tango - Spellbound
Jonny L - This Time

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Reading Rainbow

Remember the good old days? The days when we would sit down with the remote control, to search for cartoons? Until one day the lucky few of us would run into Reading Rainbow. I loved this show. One of the most memorable ones I can remember is the episode reading of Where The Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak. There was another episode about a little Chinese girl who had a kite, which turned into a dragon... now that was COOL! Alas, every time I go to see children's books at the bookstore to sit down and think of the good times, I cannot help but think about how much I enjoyed this show, and introduced me to imagine for the first time.

Books to me felt like they were magical. To this day I have the habit of reading a book, because I feel like it tells me some kind of secret to life. Even though children's stories can seem childish, without them we would never become adults.

Reading Rainbow Theme.


Gift of the Sacred Dog by Paul Goble.


Bringing the Rain to Kapiti Plain by Verna Aardema.

Monday, March 12, 2007

Papua New Guinea Mix Anthology

The Future Sound of London are famous for their textures achieved in their songs, leaving the listener with awe, curiously exploring the song's depth. They experimented radically in 1994 with the question of ambient electronica in their album Lifeforms. They proceeded further in their next of their great experimental works, Dead Cities in 1996. These albums showing their over-reaching range of capacities, along with Accelerator, are the trio of their best works which sprung them into the influential band that is known today.

The anthology was released as a second disk in the Deluxe Edition of The Future Sound of London's 1996 album Accelerator. Ever since the song entitled "Papua New Guinea" was originally released to the public it created a stir within the electronica realm, where most of the reviewers considered it "perfect ." Its interpretations are very broad concerning the remixes involved, as it is to no surprise the remakes are interesting.

Papua New Guinea [Album Edit]

The first mix called "Blue States Full Length Mix" is a song of wonder. It begins with a sound of surprise, or shock, until the drums kick in and mellows out the tone. Those strings and voices are breathtaking. It touches the edges of the soul, making one fall in love, and expand oneself into new horizons of paradise. I can hear this song on repeat since it is so relaxing, yet ambitious in its sense to the ear, giving one images of what is beautiful to them. It ends with the guitar and some tribal flutes for your delight.

The other mixes are very well done. The dubs are not as interesting, though, since it lacks percussion and any real originality, except for "Oil Funk Dub Mix." I thought Andrew Weatherall's mix was a bit corny for my taste, even though I can understand he wanted to give a dramatic scene with it; it picks up in the later half of the song however. Nevertheless, the rest of the tracks are worth listening, from the charming "Simian Mix", the hyped "Hybrid Full Length Mix", to the mysterious "Satoshi Tomiie Main-Path Mix."

Blue States Full Length Mix
Mellow Magic Maze Mix
Simian Mix
Oil Funk Dub Mix
Dub Child of Q Mix
Hybrid Full Length Mix
Satoshi Tomiie Main-Path
Monsoon Mix
Andrew Weatherall Full Length Mix
Dub Mix

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Goodnight

City by Night
photography by Jorge Pereira

Goodnight, goodnight bright evening star.
I am trying to sleep, yet you are far.
So please, bright star, turn off your glow,
Since there are people sleeping below.

Dreaming and wishing, thinking and hoping;
But as I hear, when will they stop snoring!
I am trying to sleep, I am trying to sleep -
What other words are there for me to rhyme?

Dingle, Dondle, and Weeble, too?
Riddle, Raddle, and Kiddle, yes?
Buzzle, Flankle, Jeelo, and Poofyloo?
Dear, hear me, my words are missing you.

I am trying to rest as I wish you well.
Our evening star turned off her light.
How much I wonder that you are swell,
As I fall to sleep wishing you a goodnight,
To have a goodnight...