And as I scream,
As I begin
Forgetting what I’m not,
I take a glance, I take a shot.
Through drunken times
And parallels,
Forgiving time
And selling dime,
I lost everything of mine.
The Gods forsaken,
Not awaken.
Silence fills my every pore
And I can’t stand the bore.
Django Unchained – a review of some sorts
I know I am late to the party, but I just saw Django Unchained and it exceeded my expectations.
In a fit of fury, I went to the cinema Saturday morning, at 11 am, to meet my beautiful Tarantino. At first, I thought I have the room all to myself, but in the end I found out that 3 is indeed a lucky number.
Warning! This will not be a review per se, but I will list what I loved and what I didn’t about Django Unchained.
I loved the acting. I found Christoph Waltz a bit overrated, even though funny, but one-dimensional in his role as Dr. King Schultz.
I found Jamie Foxx‘s role as a taciturn, sensible and perseverant nigga, a man of great strengths with few weaknesses, very realistic, even though a bit exaggerated.
I found Kerry Washington unexpectedly good. I thought she was just pretty, but the whipping scene really made me cry.
I thought Leonardo DiCaprio was playing himself, an arrogant SOB with money, boredom and semen to spare.
I found Samuel L. Jackson amazing as a racist slave, but when is he not amazing?
I found the story believable. Love and slavery don’t go hand in hand (for practical reasons, of course), but sacrifice and love do.
It’s all about principles, whether you’re a dentist turned bounty hunter, or a slave turned bounty hunter, or a slave and that’s all, or a white rich boy without a soul.
I really loved the scenery. It looked almost vintage and so not-professional. I liked the rolling credits, rolling credits everywhere!
I loved the music and the costumes, but I must admit I loved the music more.
I loved the fights, and all the shooting.
I loved its pace, cause I knew there was something wrong with the pace in the second half of the movie (thank you, internet!), but I found no such nuisance.
I loved its ending, perfect for the story. I felt that everyone who needed to be dead (yeah, including Schulz) was dead. It did the whole movie justice.
What did I not love? Easy to say. Tarantino as a dead beat guy – he acted horribly and his belly was fat. Also, Jonah Hill playing himself: a big fat doofus.
All in all, a 10 from me. Best movie in years.
PS: I think, just think, that it was better than Pulp Fiction. I will re-watch them both to have an honest opinion.
PPS: I like it when Tarantino (re)writes history.
Pic from here.
Placeless
I have no place in this world, no meaning, no light,
And through all this trouble I cannot fight
As I retreat and as I cry,
There’s nothing left for me but die.
Blink-182 on the market
I forgot how punk I am. Just listening to rebels and the stomping pedal (as one would say), just enjoying the music as a filler and as a well-deserved Xanax.
Everytime I hear Tom DeLonge I feel like I am young again and prone to mistakes. And I don’t mind that. I love the feeling of Californian summer and skater skirts and a bass just for me.
Blink-182 is one of the bands I grew up with, one of the many. I have followed them around, like a puppy, so I guess you can call me Fido.
Their music is like me – until 2005 it was young and fun and what-the-heck-mistakes-are-meant-to-be-made, but now it has grown into beautiful poetry.
Yes, I know. I am a little romantic when it comes to my singers and my music, but who’s to say I am wrong with that?
I enjoy it so much, sometimes it’s so peaceful, and sometimes it’s so full of energy, I can’t wait to go outside and laugh.
Yes, Blink-182 has a new record. Yes, they got out of Interscope. Yes, they are still amazing. I just wanna be young again…
And the way Tom says those Ls, you know it’s happening!
Pointless
Strange poets meet strange dreams.
Nothing is what it seems.
And as I fall,
And as I crawl,
Beneath me is nothing at all.
Ripped and forgotten, without words,
I live here, in between worlds.
And if I never,
If I ever,
Be born underneath the waver…
The Book
My book of Mormons, my book of lies,
I hear a sigh and close my eyes.
Beneath the depths and the despairs,
Am I alone, without my airs?
And if I try, with no success,
I fail to pray for my God’s bless.
And if the nothings hunt me down,
I stand here laying without crown.
Poezie
Daca-ar fi usor de spus,
Nimeni n-ar avea de plans.
Dar cum viata este greu,
Tot asa ma plang si eu.
Fetele e rele toate.
Te intreaba si socoate
De n-ar fi usor, pe bune,
Sa fugim de tot din lume.
Fara reguli si pretentii,
Cu zero idei si conceptii,
Caci eu am decat o viata
Pana maine dimineata.
Si-am uitat casa va spun:
Pentru vers platiti acum.

