Look at what we can do - Part I (The Brave One)

Published by Iris in Inspired by, Movies, Characters,
Published on 11/16/07 at 06:22:57 am using 1481 words.

The Brave One

Jodie Foster and Terrence Howard as Erica Bain and Det. Mercer

Jodie Foster makes me like being short. Lack of stature is instantly translated to ‘posing no threat’ in most people’s understanding. You’re quite simply incapable of causing another human being to feel intimidated. Because you look so fragile and easily hurt yourself. That can be the proverbial card up your sleeve. That can be your element of surprise. That’s her element of surprise. How someone so little can fend for herself so beautifully and require no help in the process. Someone so little who, if push came to shove, you’d trust to fend for you over anyone.

...always surrounded by people who make it necessary for her to strain her neck...

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Something from April...

Published by Iris in Random Thoughts, Cathartic Writing,
Published on 11/15/07 at 04:53:44 am using 230 words.

…that sounds like good advice but that I could never follow…

Note to self:

from the movie 'Seabiscuit'

Hold your horses.

There’s so much to be savored in the slowness of discovery. There are so many promising moments in store – moments you will into existence and others… even better ones that take you completely by surprise. There may be a feast at the end of drawing something out.

Hold your water.

Stick with the present. The present is supposed to be your gravity. It’s supposed to give your legs purpose. Remember the present requires complete devotion. Complete devotion requires fidelity. Fidelity requires turning down the advances of past and future.

Photograph by Lovisa Ringborn

Hold your breath.

Go under water. Open your eyes. Look around. Enjoy that watered down view. Wait. Relish waiting. Be patient. Trust that everything that is meant to happen will happen. You will breathe again - as soon as you decide it’s time. Surfacing is easy enough.

And remember:
- The Past can dishearten you. It can fill you with pessimism and overt caution.

- The Future can make you giddy and hyper – it can make you want to jump ahead of yourself.

(They both have it in them to flatten you.)

- And the Present… well, the present is your gravity.

The art of hooking and reeling in - A tribute to Adrienne Shelly

Published on 11/12/07 at 10:51:35 am using 988 words.

Adrienne Shelly - R.I.P.

Adrienne Shelly was a Hal Hartley fixture to me for a long time. She spoke his language - that ineffable arrangement of intoned sounds and pauses so recognizably his. The way Woody Allen and David Mamet fixtures speak theirs. She was his in a way. The way - after watching House of Games - Lindsay Crouse became Mamet’s in my mind. Now merely on loan to anything else she happens to be in.

And then one day, probably half a decade later, as I’m flipping channels, I chance upon a movie called I’ll take you there.

It takes chance to make you stop the mindless flipping without an obvious reason, especially for an unhyped movie that’s already a third of the way through. It’s a curious thing what makes you stop, what hooks you in an instant. Chance, I’m guessing. Nothing bigger. And a particularly pleasant instance of chance as it turns out to be a movie written and directed by none other than Adrienne Shelly herself. Hal Hartley’s Adrienne Shelly, taking a stab at creating a language of her own.

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The Hirideyo Story (Adaptation)

Published by Iris in Inspired by, Movies, Bubbledom ~, Memorable Scenes,
Published on 10/31/07 at 08:55:12 am using 86 words.

Blooming Tea

Blooming Tea

Blooming Tea

Sometimes this kind of story turns out to be something more, some glimpse of life that expands like those Japanese paper balls you drop in water and they bloom into flowers and the flower is so marvelous you can’t believe there was a time all you saw in front of you was a paper ball and a glass of water.



A Blocked Writer's Regret (hidden behind the words of Harper Lee)

Published on 10/31/07 at 06:27:54 am using 175 words.

I never deliberately learned to read, but somehow I had been wallowing illicitly in the daily papers. In the long hours of church - was it then I learned? I could not remember not being able to read hymns. Now that I was compelled to think about it, reading was something that just came to be, as learning to fasten the seat of my union suit without looking around, or achieving two bows from a snarl of shoelaces. I could not remember when the lines above Atticus’s moving finger separated into words, but I had stared at them all the evenings in my memory, listening to the news of the day, Bills to Be Enacted into Laws, the diaries of Lorenzo Dow - anything Atticus happened to be reading when I crawled into his lap every night. Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.



Anger (The Upside of Anger)

Published by Iris in Inspired by, Movies, Memorable Scenes,
Published on 10/28/07 at 07:12:03 pm using 217 words.

The Upside of Anger

The Upside of Anger

Anger and resentment can stop you in your tracks. That’s what I know now. It needs nothing to burn but the air and the life that it swallows and smothers. It’s real though. The fury. Even when it isn’t, it can change you. Turn you. Mold you and shape you into something you’re not. The only upside to anger then is the person you become. Hopefully someone that wakes up one day and realizes they’re not afraid of its journey. Someone that knows that the truth is, at best, a partially told story; that anger like growth comes in spurts and fits, and in its wake, leaves a new chance at acceptance. And the promise of calm. Then again, what do I know? I’m only a child.

The Upside of Anger

People don’t know how to love. They bite rather than kiss. They slap rather than stroke. Maybe it’s because they realize how easy it is for love to go bad. It becomes suddenly impossible, unworkable. An exercise in futility, so they avoid it and seek solace in angst and fear and agression which are always there and readily available. Or maybe sometimes they just don’t have all the facts.

May 3, 1995 - Part II

Published by Iris in Inspired by, Music ♫, Jeff Buckley,
Published on 10/09/07 at 08:02:24 pm using 57 words.

Click here to read part I of my post about Jeff Buckley

Jeff Buckley's autograph

…for Fabio - whom I ought to leave the singing to.

Currently shattering window panes with a rendition of…
Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah/Grace

For the love of Film: Musings of a Movie Fiend during a Festival

Published by Iris in Random Thoughts, Written @ E.U.,
Published on 09/29/07 at 07:21:37 am using 292 words.

from the cover of the book Creating Film Festivals by Lauri Rose Tanner

These are my people. We’ve never been formally introduced and yet we’re part of the same tribe. Hunched over multiple copies of the same newspaper section… a flimsy 25-page guide that’ll be our anointed bible for the coming two weeks. Pens on hand, improvising choreographies as unique as fingerprints, a zigzagging dictated by relentlessly focused eyes as though we were looking for much needed jobs. Titles, theaters, showtimes, codes. RX, EC, EB, LB, IP, LA, OD… and numbers…

So many things to consider. Will I be able to make it to this one on time? Which are the now-or-never ones? The ones I may never get a chance to see…

We’re incomprehensible to some, I imagine. But I look at these people and I simply understand them. No effort required. We’re kin in so many ways. I can visualize the catalog of different ports they set sail towards when sitting on those seats…

- truth

- a mirror

- escapism

- high art

- easy laughs

- being moved to tears

- being moved to roll up their sleeves and act (acting does after all require a friendly push sometimes)

- being shown something they feel alone in feeling, discovering that what’s familiar to them but seen as uncommon, peculiar or odd by the great majority can in fact grow on a desert… can in fact grow through asphalt. It can grow anywhere, for no matter how rare its seeds, they are not exclusive to one location. Just as no experience is exclusive to any one person.

There is no such thing as an endangered seed. Understanding is ours to be sought and found.

Things grow in the unlikeliest of places