rise of the guardians

this is easily one of the best animations these few years.

not just something to laugh your 1-odd hour away like a giggling toy while you munch silly on your nachos and popcorns. i mean, it's easy for animation movies to make people laugh. it's what they're meant to do anyway. at least for most of the animations.

all the guardians watch over children, along with their hopes, dreams and joy. they lose their magic and strength when children stop believing in them. obviously, all the guardians have undergone some sort of revamping programme, they become militarized and they appear much cooler. how often do you see a tattooed santa, an easter bunny equipped with boomerangs or a tooth fairy who is not airy fairy, like a winged princess?

i really think this generation of kids, this world and the emotional state of humans needs this kind of movie. I guess when we believe in something which we used to have faith in, when we were young and naive, we lit up something in us which glows and warms us up. it's like when you look like children, their eyes, all sparkly; when you talk to them, so full of sunshine.

Things change when people grow, they want other stuff. they choose to put their trust in (most of the time) material stuff and cast everything about imagination away. But how can you live, like really live like a person, if you cease to imagine and enjoy the happiness it brings?

Wouldn't everything be tasteless and monotonous like chewing on white chalk?
But people still fear, and choose not to do anything to change it except for blabbering on and on about how difficult life is. isn't it ironic? You choose to be limp and pathetic; you choose to stay on in this state; and still, you want to stay on in this rut?

WHY OH WHY.

when you forget the real meaning of being happy, then at the same time, you must have wasted all yours years just living like a single-celled organism.

and just let me exclaim, the easter bunny is so darn cute and cuddly when he loses his power.
CUTE.

and and jude law doesn't sound like Pitch, or Pitch doesn't sound like him, any way you like to phrase it.

anyhoos. great movie.
catch it if you can ((:

lapses of golden age: midnight in paris

Vincent Van Gogh "The Starry Night"

major delayed reaction.
i know.

the recurring concept of a golden age is irrefutably, one of the main concepts of this film. and can i say, this script is brilliant. An obvious differentiation from other hollywood movies. no offence here, but there's no denying that hollywood directors or writers have a certain modus operandi, which is inevitable because they have the box offices to take care of. dilemma big time. it's hard to get the best of both worlds.

no soap opera going on in this film, it's like a journey, a stroll taken down the streets of Paris, at midnight. This is also the bulk of the film, by the way. How it started and transpires...and ended. 

Aspiring writer goes to Paris with fiancée  fell in love with the beautiful city, couple took a few city tours with a couple of friends (okay i'm repeating myself), pompous male friend attempts to impress females (and succeeds), writer feels tiny and depressed, writer takes occasional walk at midnight in the city and got picked up by an antique motorcar, then writer realises he is surrounded by amazing artists and writers from a century ago, he haves fun and thinks this is the golden age he wants, he wants to show his fiancée this amazing encounter, attempt fails and so does the relationship between them (due to a woman he met in his golden age), but writer stayed on in Paris, dejected by what exactly is the golden age, and then eventually he seems to find the blossoming of another relationship.

people are innately nostalgic, don't you think? We look back so often, recalling how happy memories were, and neglect what's happening right now in front of us. but isn't every moment now going to become a thing of the past, just this moment as i am typing the next alphabet out?

i guess there's comfort is the past, just the thought of what already happened, the experiences that we've already gone through, helps us select what we want to remember. There's knowledge of the past so we choose to retain the ones we prefer. and so they're memorable and we keep going back to relish on them.

So Pender wants to go back to Adriana's era; Adriana wants to go back to Renaissance period, and this chain just goes on and on.

I've also thought about how would it be like if i were to be born 10 or 20 years ago, i think i would fit well though. but i'll still be a freak back then, like doing avant-grade stuff, things along that line.

But that's the way things go, there's only ways to keep going but none to reverse.

golden age seems to be a literary phrase in this light. probably the closest we can get, is to find the golden age we want in another living person. someone who shares your passion and knows what you are thinking of without even having to speak, sounds like love to me~!

like how Pender found Gabrielle at the end. adore the rain scene, makes everything blurry but pretty.
love doesn't accommodate sanity and clear-headedness, isn't it?

frankenweenie

And once again, i will offer a round of applause to the morbid but undoubtedly talented Tim Burton.

i meant, he gave new life to black and white film, with an animation film, instead of the traditional femme fatale movies. how can you (yes you!) not give credit to him.

it was pure hard work producing this film. there was a ton of puppets made to get every expression and move accurate, and every one of them have movable joints so the animators could put them in different poses. imagine the rise in eye pressure and stiff joints.

it's a simple plot overall, nothing complicated. but nonetheless, the music, cinematography, editing, effects were good. like really good.


i think it's a pretty story, with its heart-wrenching bits in it.
pets and friends and relatives and family, they have a limited amount of time on this earth and we face the agony of losing them. it's something we can't choose to avoid. "Frankenweenie" brings hope to us, when Sparky was revived. but oh boy, we do know we can't actually connect the circuit back in our loved ones if they leave us. And in the same way, science also becomes a topic of interest in this movie. it does the same thing as this film, it brought light to humans. suddenly we discover we could do so much, so much to alter the nature. But there's always a downside, if it can do so much to help us, it can harm us with only the very same standards.

i guess humans are almost always blinded by greed that they forget the very sole purpose something was present for. people lose themselves and gradually, the world around them. and if they are ignorant about something, people refuse to admit their absence of knowledge, it's all shutting off and rejecting others thereafter. this is the adults favourite past time, sad to say.

although i'm legally an adult, i'm secretly a kid. okay, maybe not a secret. but the thing is, not to see people or know people based on their age, past, looks or gender. why can't we have a free and open mind, and it's true that adults don't know what they're talking about most of the time.

everything boils down to your heart. just do what you think is good, as long as it doesn't sacrifice or endanger  another life. and as i was watching this film, i thought of my darling hamster. his fur, his eyes, his nose. when the movie ended with the happy reunion, i could feel him running inside of me again.

oh my god, i feel like crying all over again.

神游。

如果不曾經歷心碎，要如何述説關於生命的雞毛蒜皮的事情。那些每天不斷演出的情節，在世界的各個角落，在千萬人種身上複製並雷同的劇情，讓我們嘗到一樣苦的淚、跳著一樣歡愉的舞步。

三個小時裏聽到的是很璀璨的生命片斷。

林宥嘉抛下了不少斤兩，卻也增加了不少功力。當然還累積了對於生命的感受。

其實無論扮演什麽角色，生命都會給我們設下局限，必須取捨、屈服、選擇。於是無奈和遺憾造就一個個我們。形態形狀内容不盡相同，但是大致上都是由一樣的成分組成。就像化學課上學到的化合物。

今天的林宥嘉似乎不一樣了。
一些感情可以借著技巧轉遞，但另一些唯有靠“心”才得以傳入別人的耳裏，心裏。林宥嘉的心很真也很直接，讓人很感動。可以通過音樂來紀念緬懷演繹釋放情緒，不管那是自己或屬於別人的，都是一種力量，勉勵許多人的力量。

演唱會進行到一半，我就在想“如果沒有音樂，我會怎麽樣？”。默默揩掉淚水，看了身邊的觀衆。他們有些忙著揮舞手中的熒光棒（揮舞到別人的空間裏，沒錯，別人包括我），有些興奮地和友人高調的交頭接耳，深怕坐在同區的人不知道他們的談話内容，有些擺動著身體，但動作其實和節奏在玩躲貓貓。

我想，極少人認真在聼吧。反正這個社會的人最擅長的就是“混著過生命”。突然又覺得很傷感，怎麽那麽好的歌聲（還有音樂及舞臺投影設計）沒有被認同。林宥嘉在開場不久說“畢竟是花錢來，那就好好享受音樂”，讓我又覺得這裡的人真的愛花無謂的錢。

每次看完演出或電影，Y 和我總會嘆氣，然後埋怨這個社會的人怎樣沒品怎樣惡劣。諸如此類的對話每次都會發生。這次當然也不例外。

神游。很好的名稱。

是林宥嘉的歌聲給人的感覺。像縷縷淡紫色的煙，在一盞燭光的房裏幻化出千變萬化的世界。幻夢般真實。演唱會也是一場神游，至少對我和 Y 而言。

我想現實比神游讓我覺得更不安，不踏實。
這幾個月，經常覺得無助但卻無可奈何。
關於這個，就以後再説。

我努力微笑堅強
寂寞築成一道圍牆
也敵不過夜裡
最溫柔的月光

multiple beginnings.

This is already the....hmmm....
okay nevermind.

So you can see, it's been a whooping nth time I've started a new blog.
There's almost always something going on in my mind, okay i know, whose brain doesn't.
 But my point is, thoughts come, my hands itch.
and when i start a blog where i can remedy the itch, i can't find a way to keep writing, or at least find the right way to write.

oh that last sentence rhymes!

so here goes another try.
at least i've somewhere to mark down where my brain's been and where it hasn't roamed to.

awesome.
so till the next!