Last two day's film.

The science of sleep(2005)

I would have to be a man to really understand Stephane by heart, but as a mild sufferer of single-sided affection I think he can have my sympathy. Collaging the dream-like reality and dreams and reality seemed rather like Mr. Nobody. The dream scenes are memorable, especially because it really looks like one man's dream; free of restrain and full of random objects and yet not so heavily loaded fantasy.

Be kind, rewind(2007)

Jack Black not so Jack Black. If people came for Jack Black they would have been pissed. The poster looks like classic Jack Black but as the movie really starts it turns out to have some unexpected elements. But then, I can have a bet on that this is by far the greatest movie Jack Black has ever been in. Though if there really is a man who can really make those sets and movie in six hours or less he's really talented bloke who might even expect some Sundance award someday this really makes you feel you can just grab a camera and start shooting something. The Last scene is unexpectedly unforgettable. If movie were a lady, she'd be one cold hearted girl should she not accept this love letter with a grateful heart. 

Melancholia(2011)

What I can say first hand is that Mr. Tirer is one rare specimen on arraying elements to form a drama. Considering the notorious Anti-Christ I think I can see the reason why Mr. Trier complained about this movie being too sweet drama. The visual heart of this movie lies on the start and finale la grande. Other sequences are doing fine, but than they cannot compare to the slow universe of opening. 

Considering it's the end of the world the movie is facing this is very ground breaking. No golden bridge shaking, not people panicking and screaming, no the super car of lightening speed crashing through cracking road making cliff hanging runaway of life and death so the main characters can be saved. This attempt I very much welcomed for I did not miss the usuals. 

The release was one year before the notorious date of end of the world. Were I the director  I would have had it released on 2012 december so people can go watch the movie on 21 and see if they die with the movie or just breathe a sigh and walk out the cinema. 

On Dust Collecting

Thin layer of flakes that we no longer reckon where they from, they gather and sit on the windowsills and corner of rooms, huddled white and gray. Little flakes twirling and twinning in the still afternoon light their voice too small to comprehend. Wind carries their thin voice but their tongues are mostly lost. People walking in and out the room, sudden blast of air through open window and eventual sweeping as the bewildered air crawls across the room softly as the door closes. Silence, or the fait echo of the past rules the room and they wait in there, until the house of wood they sit in fall and whither away. Soon, very soon the windows will melt down and with the blast of another wind they will fly away in the gray fog of fragments, now with more companies.

And someone comes to pick them up and put them inside the bottle. The frightened dust flakes scuttle around the cool glass bottom. With a clank they reach a wooden cupboard. They eye to the bottles standing in rows next to them. When the one puts a label on the glass bottle which letters they could read, they are bewildered.

Fragments of dead Undine who I saw at young age by a little brook of Germany; Her name  was Saline.


Leaving the dust flakes to reach their own conclusions, the strange collecter left the room.

"But then, the Undine existed for sure?"
"Well, what has existed for sure?"
"I did. I was born 95, and.... Oh."
"Well?"
"No. Now this is getting DEEP again."
"You would have been delighted to meet Saline. She had some character. One time I forgot her appointment she crawled to my house one rainy day and threw in a dead frog through the window."