I wish you a Merry Christmas! Best regards
Paul
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Lots Of Creamy White Cervical Mucus
The book in one hand and the bomb in the other
great songs of the negroes, moving and strong. Beautiful music and beautiful words. I am one of the few Italian rock bands that I can listen to these days, and this piece is also a song that tries to stir the conscience then so be it.
P.
great songs of the negroes, moving and strong. Beautiful music and beautiful words. I am one of the few Italian rock bands that I can listen to these days, and this piece is also a song that tries to stir the conscience then so be it.
P.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Dominoes Instructions
The Consequences of Love (P. Sorrentino)
"The worst thing that can happen to a man who spends much time alone, is not to have imagination.'s Life, already itself boring and repetitive, it becomes a spectacle in fatal lack of imagination "
In life there are two categories of people: the first has a minimal number of them very small, niche, almost non-existent, I like to call" of LEONI . Beings are energetic, vital, that even if confines them in confined spaces, cramped, unhealthy air, they will rebel more fiercely than those gloomy prisons. They always want new spaces, emotions / experiences, face the world with force, with a special light in your eyes, eat it in bites voracious and insatiable. To the second belong to everyone else, a huge swarm, "the most , flat, ordinary lives and colorless. Needless to disturb fate, think about their self-closing in those cages. On the other hand is the most we can aspire, as with one heart and one mind rough poor.
between these two types of human beings there is a clear difference: the former have a vivid imagination, and even if life / destiny decides to lock them up one day in jail, put their obstacles of any kind, will always retain the character to the imagination, to dream, to want everything, everything to be desired, thirst / hunger for life, the latter, though without any restraint of or chain, have a compartment as a habitat close and low, in which lives a frivolous, empty and insipid.
Titta di Girolamo looks around and observes the comings and goings of guests, and draws a conclusion: the lions are a dying breed.
Almost all of those men and women who stay there, taking tea, conversing among themselves, are superficial, vapid, completely devoid of imagination, happiness, people are materials, silly, boring. Yes, well, terribly boring is the right word.
There is no life, no biting, no wit, those tenants are so sadly gray limited. Their greatest condemnation is just that: to be limited, individuals exceed their "cells" can not go, I'm stuck and unable to break away, can not fly.
Titta is locked up in there, imprisoned, forced - by external forces incontestable - to make a monotonous life, stupid, usually spent on a bench where it can observe all, and not a day that does not ask whether himself: "Why, because people have everything, it is free to do everything, and is limited? How do they feel satisfied in life so vacuous? A breathing space so tight, do not suffocate? Do not feel the need of fresh air, fresh, healthy and vibrant? That mean. "Titta
suffers from insomnia, and maybe it is the desire to live, to discover, to feel strong emotions to prevent the rest. He is not sleeping enough soul locked up within four walls? So, that body immured in a diving suit, because it prevents sleep eager to take flight.
people instead blissfully sleeping, lounging in mediocrity into standby mode every part of him that has emotional capacities. And there is good content with. So survives does not live mica.
But in those same days and dull during those afternoons spent to imagine and desire a jolt of life, a trace of trepidation, a flicker of emotion, in itself precluded in the gloomy hall, Titta with its enormous surprise and delight, he discovers that besides him, there are other beings belonging to the three endangered species: Sofia and former owners of : forced by a bankruptcy to settle for a room that once belonged to them. The couple
intrigues him, pinch his imagination to the point of auscultation, with the help of a stethoscope placed near the door to his room, the conversations between the two spouses. Dialogues will be incredible, a devastating force. These elderly couple, now on the threshold of their lives, they have a fighting spirit indescribable, a boyish enthusiasm, an amazing love for each other, a pile of immense joy, happiness, joy, certainly not boring and it fits in that life locked in a coffin . In this world poor and small, trivial and deanimato, those two characters clash:
"- I can not wait for death in the hotel, I want to do something spectacular, whatever. My life, my life has been spectacular.
- but the show is over, and you must resign Carlo. We're old, die in here.
If you die first, I will follow soon after the heartbreak ... and vice versa. "
Conversations like this one, bursting with passion and transport, will awaken the heart, drowsy and sedated from those dark days, leaden and dull. Titta Without realizing it had become more like : Surface without verve and dreadfully unhappy, ready to be thrown into limbo their funeral. But enough gray, just sadness, just to survive, he goes, c'aveva thought a million times, he had desired, wanted, but not had never had the courage, the fact is that now goes, he gets up from that sofa and sit down in front of Sofia:
"Maybe sit on this bench is the most dangerous thing I've done in my entire life "
His heart began to gallop faster, increasingly, more and more, his eyes shine, the soul, sleepy and numb, dead. Titta back to life, that mixture of affection, attraction, tenderness - hidden for a long time - trying to Sofia, finally his heart defibrillators, that revives the sleeping lion. Titta But do not worry, you had just forgotten the consequences of love
... What I did not forget our friend, is all they have done for him senile those in love, only those aged newlyweds age. This is the reason for that gift end, here is because of that gift generous: Titta, grateful, beaming and happy to be born again witnessing the poetic life of those eternal love, sacrifice himself by releasing those lovely couple. Present them with the key out of that sad hotel, as if to say " There they are, you see them? They are your model. Watch and imitate, watch and imitate "
Directed perfect for framing
In life there are two categories of people: the first has a minimal number of them very small, niche, almost non-existent, I like to call" of LEONI . Beings are energetic, vital, that even if confines them in confined spaces, cramped, unhealthy air, they will rebel more fiercely than those gloomy prisons. They always want new spaces, emotions / experiences, face the world with force, with a special light in your eyes, eat it in bites voracious and insatiable. To the second belong to everyone else, a huge swarm, "the most , flat, ordinary lives and colorless. Needless to disturb fate, think about their self-closing in those cages. On the other hand is the most we can aspire, as with one heart and one mind rough poor.
between these two types of human beings there is a clear difference: the former have a vivid imagination, and even if life / destiny decides to lock them up one day in jail, put their obstacles of any kind, will always retain the character to the imagination, to dream, to want everything, everything to be desired, thirst / hunger for life, the latter, though without any restraint of or chain, have a compartment as a habitat close and low, in which lives a frivolous, empty and insipid.
Titta di Girolamo looks around and observes the comings and goings of guests, and draws a conclusion: the lions are a dying breed.
Almost all of those men and women who stay there, taking tea, conversing among themselves, are superficial, vapid, completely devoid of imagination, happiness, people are materials, silly, boring. Yes, well, terribly boring is the right word.
There is no life, no biting, no wit, those tenants are so sadly gray limited. Their greatest condemnation is just that: to be limited, individuals exceed their "cells" can not go, I'm stuck and unable to break away, can not fly.
Titta is locked up in there, imprisoned, forced - by external forces incontestable - to make a monotonous life, stupid, usually spent on a bench where it can observe all, and not a day that does not ask whether himself: "Why, because people have everything, it is free to do everything, and is limited? How do they feel satisfied in life so vacuous? A breathing space so tight, do not suffocate? Do not feel the need of fresh air, fresh, healthy and vibrant? That mean. "Titta
suffers from insomnia, and maybe it is the desire to live, to discover, to feel strong emotions to prevent the rest. He is not sleeping enough soul locked up within four walls? So, that body immured in a diving suit, because it prevents sleep eager to take flight.
people instead blissfully sleeping, lounging in mediocrity into standby mode every part of him that has emotional capacities. And there is good content with. So survives does not live mica.
But in those same days and dull during those afternoons spent to imagine and desire a jolt of life, a trace of trepidation, a flicker of emotion, in itself precluded in the gloomy hall, Titta with its enormous surprise and delight, he discovers that besides him, there are other beings belonging to the three endangered species: Sofia and former owners of : forced by a bankruptcy to settle for a room that once belonged to them. The couple
intrigues him, pinch his imagination to the point of auscultation, with the help of a stethoscope placed near the door to his room, the conversations between the two spouses. Dialogues will be incredible, a devastating force. These elderly couple, now on the threshold of their lives, they have a fighting spirit indescribable, a boyish enthusiasm, an amazing love for each other, a pile of immense joy, happiness, joy, certainly not boring and it fits in that life locked in a coffin . In this world poor and small, trivial and deanimato, those two characters clash:
"- I can not wait for death in the hotel, I want to do something spectacular, whatever. My life, my life has been spectacular.
- but the show is over, and you must resign Carlo. We're old, die in here.
If you die first, I will follow soon after the heartbreak ... and vice versa. "
Conversations like this one, bursting with passion and transport, will awaken the heart, drowsy and sedated from those dark days, leaden and dull. Titta Without realizing it had become more like : Surface without verve and dreadfully unhappy, ready to be thrown into limbo their funeral. But enough gray, just sadness, just to survive, he goes, c'aveva thought a million times, he had desired, wanted, but not had never had the courage, the fact is that now goes, he gets up from that sofa and sit down in front of Sofia:
"Maybe sit on this bench is the most dangerous thing I've done in my entire life "
His heart began to gallop faster, increasingly, more and more, his eyes shine, the soul, sleepy and numb, dead. Titta back to life, that mixture of affection, attraction, tenderness - hidden for a long time - trying to Sofia, finally his heart defibrillators, that revives the sleeping lion. Titta But do not worry, you had just forgotten the consequences of love
... What I did not forget our friend, is all they have done for him senile those in love, only those aged newlyweds age. This is the reason for that gift end, here is because of that gift generous: Titta, grateful, beaming and happy to be born again witnessing the poetic life of those eternal love, sacrifice himself by releasing those lovely couple. Present them with the key out of that sad hotel, as if to say " There they are, you see them? They are your model. Watch and imitate, watch and imitate "
Directed perfect for framing
Toni Servillo
fantastic music
Wonderful
Wonderful
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Jibjab Love Free Ecard
The 25th Hour (S. Lee)
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction . It seems
shoe Brush this principle of Newtonian dynamics to the man and his mistakes, in fact, pay them all, from first to last, with no exceptions.
Actually after having done so would arrest the reaction, blocking the flow, go back and he never wrong, would remedy this, he prays that this has never happened. " Ah, what a dickhead I was ", a typical sentence after human error.
But it's so sterile and useless this speech, you had to think about it before, now you can not help but suffer.
Spike and errors, and Spike should have done something more, to leap in time and not have acted so recklessly, auto-replace with a flash-back and do the right thing . The right thing, just what is repeated Monty car, but it is easy now that is going to know what is going to jail. But first, which has the thought why not before?
remorse, guilt, this is the wrong thing post man, a whirlwind of torment, remorse, regrets of a life that could have been better if a myriad of imaginary themselves trying to put things right . Now it is useless, it's late, that you can not stop the natural flow. And maybe it's better this way, the reaction / lesson is served, in spite of all the 7 years in prison for Monty pass sooner or later, and then there will be no more mistakes, no nothing more errors, now knows what is the right thing! It's damn
reflect the twenty-fifth hour Lee's watch that space that we all want more, one more hour to have more time to fix everything, to get another chance. Unfortunately, there is, but could in our minds, an hour fantastic dreams, where people meditate, think, think, think, to finally understand what is the right choice.
What Spike is a tribute to thought, reflection and maturity. Man should weigh more, you need to do next? What use crying over spilled milk? No apologies or guilty, the only ones responsible for our life we \u200b\u200bare. Think!
25th Hour has it all: writer, director perfect, excellent photography, dialogue, soundtrack. We want to talk about the scene in the disco? Dialogue in the mirror? The sad ground zero? Of those hugs repeated in different angles?
One of the best films of the decade. We are from parts of the masterpiece. 
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction . It seems
shoe Brush this principle of Newtonian dynamics to the man and his mistakes, in fact, pay them all, from first to last, with no exceptions.
Actually after having done so would arrest the reaction, blocking the flow, go back and he never wrong, would remedy this, he prays that this has never happened. " Ah, what a dickhead I was ", a typical sentence after human error.
But it's so sterile and useless this speech, you had to think about it before, now you can not help but suffer.
Spike and errors, and Spike should have done something more, to leap in time and not have acted so recklessly, auto-replace with a flash-back and do the right thing . The right thing, just what is repeated Monty car, but it is easy now that is going to know what is going to jail. But first, which has the thought why not before?
remorse, guilt, this is the wrong thing post man, a whirlwind of torment, remorse, regrets of a life that could have been better if a myriad of imaginary themselves trying to put things right . Now it is useless, it's late, that you can not stop the natural flow. And maybe it's better this way, the reaction / lesson is served, in spite of all the 7 years in prison for Monty pass sooner or later, and then there will be no more mistakes, no nothing more errors, now knows what is the right thing! It's damn
reflect the twenty-fifth hour Lee's watch that space that we all want more, one more hour to have more time to fix everything, to get another chance. Unfortunately, there is, but could in our minds, an hour fantastic dreams, where people meditate, think, think, think, to finally understand what is the right choice.
What Spike is a tribute to thought, reflection and maturity. Man should weigh more, you need to do next? What use crying over spilled milk? No apologies or guilty, the only ones responsible for our life we \u200b\u200bare. Think!
25th Hour has it all: writer, director perfect, excellent photography, dialogue, soundtrack. We want to talk about the scene in the disco? Dialogue in the mirror? The sad ground zero? Of those hugs repeated in different angles?
One of the best films of the decade. We are from parts of the masterpiece.
How Much Cost Mini Cooper Maintenance
The Last Picture Show (Bogdanovich P.)
As the void that unravels the crash of a bomb, so the characters Bogdanovich Americans live their lives in the moment. They have lost the compass of the heart, the sense of true, chasing the greatest sin: the fatuous love. It is a succession of mistakes, wrong choices, made by young people and paid now as an adult. Choices of love. Love? Where is the love in these pseudo-marriages? Organized and planned as best?
There was no policy in those "choices": Become husband or wife for convenience, to hurry, for fear to be alone or to a desire to look like the others, but never listening to his heart, ever. So where is the love?
Bogdanovich's America is that of disgruntled housewives frustrated and disillusioned, disinterested and uncaring husbands who do not have no time to accompany their wives to the doctor, where everyone is made for her, neighbors and yet miles away , in their retreat. Where is the communication or the simple pleasure of standing in silence next to each other?
"on this team lacks foundation" ruling a man in one of the last bars. Yeah, that's true, there were no backing tracks, lacking the heart to those couples, and his absence now pay with unhappiness, loneliness, with regret, the desire to go back.
The bomb was talking about has left a void somewhere, now I can see it, gutted and withered equality Union = Love, transforming it into a coherent whole, Marriage: institution created to establish, stress, mark, give prominence to the bond of happiness, but is now only a shell, a barrier under which these men and women seeking refuge from reality by living in deception, making a shield with it, placing it as a facade. But you know, a side not there is only one, it's easy to turn and to discover the truth. Truth that there is no hope to find complete happiness in that void, however what you find in a sea of \u200b\u200blies? The only pure
was Sam the Lion, the only one he has not soiled in that bath of lies. He loved a girl, were perfect, is completed, but nothing came of it, she was already married, he had already linked to that bond of pure hypocrisy.
Bogdanovich portrays the America of yesterday - which, alas, although to a lesser extent also in that goes well today - Maverick liege of an obligation, a duty, a word created for love, but now his tomb, which has established only one thing: unhappiness. There will wander discontented and tormenting his characters, into the vortex of a cyclone that swept away any remaining innocence, purity. Sam is dead and with his love, now you are giving the last performance.
cast the show: the beautiful
Cibyll Shepherd, a young Jeff Bridges , the wonderful test Cloris Leachman - rightly awarded the Oscar - the dreamy Ellen Burstyn? But most of all to Ben Johnson phenomenal the Lion, was the least the Oscar. Now I have an incredible desire to read the novel.
As the void that unravels the crash of a bomb, so the characters Bogdanovich Americans live their lives in the moment. They have lost the compass of the heart, the sense of true, chasing the greatest sin: the fatuous love. It is a succession of mistakes, wrong choices, made by young people and paid now as an adult. Choices of love. Love? Where is the love in these pseudo-marriages? Organized and planned as best?
There was no policy in those "choices": Become husband or wife for convenience, to hurry, for fear to be alone or to a desire to look like the others, but never listening to his heart, ever. So where is the love?
Bogdanovich's America is that of disgruntled housewives frustrated and disillusioned, disinterested and uncaring husbands who do not have no time to accompany their wives to the doctor, where everyone is made for her, neighbors and yet miles away , in their retreat. Where is the communication or the simple pleasure of standing in silence next to each other?
"on this team lacks foundation" ruling a man in one of the last bars. Yeah, that's true, there were no backing tracks, lacking the heart to those couples, and his absence now pay with unhappiness, loneliness, with regret, the desire to go back.
The bomb was talking about has left a void somewhere, now I can see it, gutted and withered equality Union = Love, transforming it into a coherent whole, Marriage: institution created to establish, stress, mark, give prominence to the bond of happiness, but is now only a shell, a barrier under which these men and women seeking refuge from reality by living in deception, making a shield with it, placing it as a facade. But you know, a side not there is only one, it's easy to turn and to discover the truth. Truth that there is no hope to find complete happiness in that void, however what you find in a sea of \u200b\u200blies? The only pure
was Sam the Lion, the only one he has not soiled in that bath of lies. He loved a girl, were perfect, is completed, but nothing came of it, she was already married, he had already linked to that bond of pure hypocrisy.
Bogdanovich portrays the America of yesterday - which, alas, although to a lesser extent also in that goes well today - Maverick liege of an obligation, a duty, a word created for love, but now his tomb, which has established only one thing: unhappiness. There will wander discontented and tormenting his characters, into the vortex of a cyclone that swept away any remaining innocence, purity. Sam is dead and with his love, now you are giving the last performance.
cast the show: the beautiful
Cibyll Shepherd, a young Jeff Bridges , the wonderful test Cloris Leachman - rightly awarded the Oscar - the dreamy Ellen Burstyn? But most of all to Ben Johnson phenomenal the Lion, was the least the Oscar. Now I have an incredible desire to read the novel.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Emulator Save Fire Red
The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat (O. Sacks)
I have always been limited to say about my movie, I never thought of doing it for a book. Not because the books read in the past no longer deserved, indeed, but for the simple fact that this " The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat " it to me in a sense forced, forced me talking about it, so the fascination exercised on me. As part of a large cluster of neurological cases presented themselves as in the life of Professor Sacks this , evolving into something much more than romance, touching the strings, themes, aspects of life, man, just a perfect book that can be done. Every patient is an oddity, every quirk is an example of how strange life and the human mind: a man walking on a curved side style tower of Pisa and does not know it, another to forget everything in a few seconds, another yet it never forgets anything, a deaf woman who hears music coming from his head, an autistic child who paints from God, a boy suffering from Tourette's syndrome (tic continuous) brilliant in the ping-pong, an aspiring doctor that a drug addict day dreams of being a dog. These are only a limited number of extravagance that Dr. Sacks has known and examined, abnormalities of the brain largely unknown, sometimes snubbed, little more depth to shallowness, lack of interest, labeled as best as "madness" or "eccentric" hopeless. Some cases are indeed incurable, the professor do not hide it at all, but the point is not that, but that each of these examples of man and woman "original", each eccentricity, each character "neutral" in its own way can turn that defect in value and the failure in quality. And that's not it great? It does not prove what is the incredible human strength?
Of course, not all succeed in this enterprise, sometimes there is very little to do, but the vast majority of these ladies and gentlemen quirky, with a tenacity, steadiness, an obsessive / attachment to the phenomenal life, we can make a personal miracle. Neurology is a science in constant evolution, like all the other has a theory, of the books from which to learn, but believe it is possible to enclose the boundless, multi-faceted, multi-faceted human mind, in the tight spaces of a book? Of course not. Only by knowing these queer little creatures Dr. Sacks improve his knowledge, in each case, always new, always different, un'astrusità after another, but all with one common denominator: the inexhaustible human resources . It's amazing how each of these patients with any disability, if not able to overcome it, to limit it, to turn it to his advantage to do so to become an advantage. From obstacle to utility, as an obstacle to privilege, the firmness of these people did not give an inch. A nature which we removed and then regenerated in us calls us to accept or to fill that void, that shortcoming, as Ray thousand tic, which, while conscious of how much they have complicated lives, avoid taking medications 1 -2 days a week to feel himself, to live with his true nature, without it what would a sample of ping-pong? Or the deaf lady who does not want OC absolutely off those jingle in your head that reminds so much a lost childhood. And the guy who thinks he is a dog? Now it's grown, is a colleague of Dr. Sacks, but would love to go back again and feel a quadruped: "That olfactory world, that world so fragrant, so vivid and real. It was like another world of pure perception, rich, lively, self-sufficient and full. What would I give to return each time to be a dog ". Who wants to be a dog? None, yet in its singularity has something special, each one of these little stories is really extraordinary, magical and incredibly earnest. The man has an ability to adapt to even Imagine, remedies, talent unlimited hidden; in this book are all there. How eccentrically beautiful life. 
I have always been limited to say about my movie, I never thought of doing it for a book. Not because the books read in the past no longer deserved, indeed, but for the simple fact that this " The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat " it to me in a sense forced, forced me talking about it, so the fascination exercised on me. As part of a large cluster of neurological cases presented themselves as in the life of Professor Sacks this , evolving into something much more than romance, touching the strings, themes, aspects of life, man, just a perfect book that can be done. Every patient is an oddity, every quirk is an example of how strange life and the human mind: a man walking on a curved side style tower of Pisa and does not know it, another to forget everything in a few seconds, another yet it never forgets anything, a deaf woman who hears music coming from his head, an autistic child who paints from God, a boy suffering from Tourette's syndrome (tic continuous) brilliant in the ping-pong, an aspiring doctor that a drug addict day dreams of being a dog. These are only a limited number of extravagance that Dr. Sacks has known and examined, abnormalities of the brain largely unknown, sometimes snubbed, little more depth to shallowness, lack of interest, labeled as best as "madness" or "eccentric" hopeless. Some cases are indeed incurable, the professor do not hide it at all, but the point is not that, but that each of these examples of man and woman "original", each eccentricity, each character "neutral" in its own way can turn that defect in value and the failure in quality. And that's not it great? It does not prove what is the incredible human strength?
Of course, not all succeed in this enterprise, sometimes there is very little to do, but the vast majority of these ladies and gentlemen quirky, with a tenacity, steadiness, an obsessive / attachment to the phenomenal life, we can make a personal miracle. Neurology is a science in constant evolution, like all the other has a theory, of the books from which to learn, but believe it is possible to enclose the boundless, multi-faceted, multi-faceted human mind, in the tight spaces of a book? Of course not. Only by knowing these queer little creatures Dr. Sacks improve his knowledge, in each case, always new, always different, un'astrusità after another, but all with one common denominator: the inexhaustible human resources . It's amazing how each of these patients with any disability, if not able to overcome it, to limit it, to turn it to his advantage to do so to become an advantage. From obstacle to utility, as an obstacle to privilege, the firmness of these people did not give an inch. A nature which we removed and then regenerated in us calls us to accept or to fill that void, that shortcoming, as Ray thousand tic, which, while conscious of how much they have complicated lives, avoid taking medications 1 -2 days a week to feel himself, to live with his true nature, without it what would a sample of ping-pong? Or the deaf lady who does not want OC absolutely off those jingle in your head that reminds so much a lost childhood. And the guy who thinks he is a dog? Now it's grown, is a colleague of Dr. Sacks, but would love to go back again and feel a quadruped: "That olfactory world, that world so fragrant, so vivid and real. It was like another world of pure perception, rich, lively, self-sufficient and full. What would I give to return each time to be a dog ". Who wants to be a dog? None, yet in its singularity has something special, each one of these little stories is really extraordinary, magical and incredibly earnest. The man has an ability to adapt to even Imagine, remedies, talent unlimited hidden; in this book are all there. How eccentrically beautiful life.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Creamy Italian Salad Dresiing
The Double Life of Veronique (K. Kieslowski)
There are issues in a way I remove them, have a kind of destructive power on my subconscious, and are the ones who try to describe it, who try to get into it, to dig, to investigate. All that is eviscerating, plow, dig up the most arcane aspects of man, witch my interest. Why do you feel when you see and hear while you have the impression that what you are dealing with is not only a survey of a fictional character, but about yourself. Even you're involved, even on you bet is the magnifying glass. And you feel scrutinized, observed, analyzed the intimate, innermost depths. You feel naked, just to cover you because you have almost a sense of modesty, but overall you're not afraid, after all that's just the truth. The truth that you are not alone, that inside you there is only you that there is a voice, a subject / object concealed, and you can not hide that this is a bit 't'inquieta. Sometimes you feel it and sometimes not, but you can not deny that there is.
There is always something that suggests you, guides you, makes you take a lane instead of another, but when I try to explain what you do not know. You can not quantify it, gave it a name, and even if it makes you feel a bit 'here, a little' there, never in one place, although you into a world of extra-sensory sensations until nearly doubled, and even that little voice is so faint and dim, you can not help but look for it, to sharpen your hearing, because it is part of you, whether you like it or not.
There are perceptions, there are the insights, the scents, this is real developed super sensitivity, heightened to the point of making us feel almost like psychics. Who has not ever had a feeling that resembles Deju vu, but in fact this event has never occurred in our real life but only and exclusively in the interior? We want to talk about premonition? We want to disturb the Supreme various institutions of the earth? A god or a deity? No, never mind, just call it sixth sense if you really want to appeals. Both Veronica know they are not alone, they feel another presence, a traveling companion, imaginary friend sitting next to them in a religious silence, only occasionally to confirm its actual existence, the rest is almost inaudible, muffled. Nevertheless they find it impossible to deny that there is. It is like a conversation inside, as if their perceptiveness, receptivity was reached levels paranormal. The reality is not fully and equally the dream reality, they live in both places at the same time, one foot in the universe tangible, the other in the abstract. The survey, screening of which I mentioned earlier is still in progress, that is full, because while Veronica facing their lives filled with sensations, perceptions, and you, the viewer / patient begins to have an inkling that you are not only, and do not you ever been, and that you have often lived according to your sixth sense, perhaps without even realizing that you have followed presentiment, intuition, that message in code from somewhere, but now it's there, in your brain, your heart, and you shall obey like a child does with his father, it plays as the grandson and the story of his grandfather. We live constantly hints, the man often lives feelings in the world of abstract, is a necessary, indispensable, can not do without it, we are also made of that, perhaps more importantly than that, if more than 60% of our body consists of water, in equal measure our soul is made of warnings, signals, a kind of intimate touch, spiritual. A spirit that does not justify the call on the grounds of religion, does not speak Aramaic, or parables, but a gift is simply inherent in everyone, every day we consult, from which we do recommend, let us carry. The man is a "sentient" therefore "feels", he warns, and probably one of the senses is the most developed, to what us is more vital and necessary. The Veronica
kieslowskiane are simply the culmination of this effect, be profoundly sensitive, only made up of sensations, which are led by them and that they are made.
The Double Life of Veronique is a film of everything that is inexplicable, obscure, of the myriad of emotions and anxieties that speak a language unknown, and whose equally unknown is its source. The film traces the mysterious, cryptic, mystical, feelings that come and go and that we often doubt their existence, but that somehow c'arrivano, which in a sense we can decrypt. There is no reason that fits, we are not in the world of rationality, but in places vague, nebulous, intangible, but not unrealistic. And who said that man is rational? At the risk of repeating myself, I pointed out twice that there is no need to call to arms to the divine worship, but the film of Kieslowski's something religious, and laity religious, because analyzing the human soul, also examines his spirit, and is a sacred truth to say that we are spiritual beings, who are composed of an infinite ocean of little voices, emotions, unconscious, hidden from inputs that have no origin but that the damage to us: the feeling is we, the voice is we . It is a kind of communication with the supernatural than that of Kieslowski: someone talks to God, and those who like his talk with someone Veronica / OSA is not high, but it is no less sacred for it is only more human, more related to the perception of the senses, whether you can pray with them, even from their can be answered. Weronika and Veronique went just over, it's as if they had them all wrapped in the spirituality of this world have always sought more answers, broke through the wall of the empirical reality that sensory sling, which is why a search for Veronique in the final sequence Co., looking for something solid, concrete, reaches out and touches the bark of a tree. Now he knows there, and the tree that she had first lost in the maze of those feelings, hovering in an extreme spiritualism.
Kieslowski through the two protagonists tried to speak as much as possible to universal ideas, thoughts, images, trepidation, suggestions - and that's with all these unnecessary epithets - from that "something" that man can not explain, from the soul ? spirit? from the heart? experience? by chance?
fact is that they are there, present, living, true, buttons, and the man is FEELING. The Double Life of Veronique is the film of "feeling" is the spirit of the film.
Observing that kaleidoscope of colors, almost always toned green, those close-ups, early, those and reverse fields, that look for changes in expressions, you have the feeling of a symbiotic relationship between author and actor. Kieslowski and Jacob "make love", a rare and perfect combination, a harmony / symphony to be enjoyed in silence, contemplating and authorship of so much rejoicing. About symphony's no stress, accentuating that which accompanies - as an omen, like a continuous dream, like a chain - the two protagonists, by Zbigniew Preisner, and we can highlight to the end of (my ) days, the performances of Jacob: naive, graceful, dreamy.
I apologize if more than one review is a sermon / rant where staff speak very little of the film per se, but already so I made a huge effort to find the words - perhaps - understand. I do not give a vote, it seems unnecessary because it is a film that will make my vision of cinema in the future, a bit 'as they were Mulhollan dr., 2001, or the films of Bunuel. It is a film that uses a lexicon sui generis, which communicates through "feeling" rather than "the understanding", the sixth sense, moreover, can not explain. It is a film that I have inside for days and days and how these feelings, a little human, somewhat ascetic, I can not send away, is a film that should be seen, felt sorry.
There are issues in a way I remove them, have a kind of destructive power on my subconscious, and are the ones who try to describe it, who try to get into it, to dig, to investigate. All that is eviscerating, plow, dig up the most arcane aspects of man, witch my interest. Why do you feel when you see and hear while you have the impression that what you are dealing with is not only a survey of a fictional character, but about yourself. Even you're involved, even on you bet is the magnifying glass. And you feel scrutinized, observed, analyzed the intimate, innermost depths. You feel naked, just to cover you because you have almost a sense of modesty, but overall you're not afraid, after all that's just the truth. The truth that you are not alone, that inside you there is only you that there is a voice, a subject / object concealed, and you can not hide that this is a bit 't'inquieta. Sometimes you feel it and sometimes not, but you can not deny that there is.
There is always something that suggests you, guides you, makes you take a lane instead of another, but when I try to explain what you do not know. You can not quantify it, gave it a name, and even if it makes you feel a bit 'here, a little' there, never in one place, although you into a world of extra-sensory sensations until nearly doubled, and even that little voice is so faint and dim, you can not help but look for it, to sharpen your hearing, because it is part of you, whether you like it or not.
There are perceptions, there are the insights, the scents, this is real developed super sensitivity, heightened to the point of making us feel almost like psychics. Who has not ever had a feeling that resembles Deju vu, but in fact this event has never occurred in our real life but only and exclusively in the interior? We want to talk about premonition? We want to disturb the Supreme various institutions of the earth? A god or a deity? No, never mind, just call it sixth sense if you really want to appeals. Both Veronica know they are not alone, they feel another presence, a traveling companion, imaginary friend sitting next to them in a religious silence, only occasionally to confirm its actual existence, the rest is almost inaudible, muffled. Nevertheless they find it impossible to deny that there is. It is like a conversation inside, as if their perceptiveness, receptivity was reached levels paranormal. The reality is not fully and equally the dream reality, they live in both places at the same time, one foot in the universe tangible, the other in the abstract. The survey, screening of which I mentioned earlier is still in progress, that is full, because while Veronica facing their lives filled with sensations, perceptions, and you, the viewer / patient begins to have an inkling that you are not only, and do not you ever been, and that you have often lived according to your sixth sense, perhaps without even realizing that you have followed presentiment, intuition, that message in code from somewhere, but now it's there, in your brain, your heart, and you shall obey like a child does with his father, it plays as the grandson and the story of his grandfather. We live constantly hints, the man often lives feelings in the world of abstract, is a necessary, indispensable, can not do without it, we are also made of that, perhaps more importantly than that, if more than 60% of our body consists of water, in equal measure our soul is made of warnings, signals, a kind of intimate touch, spiritual. A spirit that does not justify the call on the grounds of religion, does not speak Aramaic, or parables, but a gift is simply inherent in everyone, every day we consult, from which we do recommend, let us carry. The man is a "sentient" therefore "feels", he warns, and probably one of the senses is the most developed, to what us is more vital and necessary. The Veronica
kieslowskiane are simply the culmination of this effect, be profoundly sensitive, only made up of sensations, which are led by them and that they are made.
The Double Life of Veronique is a film of everything that is inexplicable, obscure, of the myriad of emotions and anxieties that speak a language unknown, and whose equally unknown is its source. The film traces the mysterious, cryptic, mystical, feelings that come and go and that we often doubt their existence, but that somehow c'arrivano, which in a sense we can decrypt. There is no reason that fits, we are not in the world of rationality, but in places vague, nebulous, intangible, but not unrealistic. And who said that man is rational? At the risk of repeating myself, I pointed out twice that there is no need to call to arms to the divine worship, but the film of Kieslowski's something religious, and laity religious, because analyzing the human soul, also examines his spirit, and is a sacred truth to say that we are spiritual beings, who are composed of an infinite ocean of little voices, emotions, unconscious, hidden from inputs that have no origin but that the damage to us: the feeling is we, the voice is we . It is a kind of communication with the supernatural than that of Kieslowski: someone talks to God, and those who like his talk with someone Veronica / OSA is not high, but it is no less sacred for it is only more human, more related to the perception of the senses, whether you can pray with them, even from their can be answered. Weronika and Veronique went just over, it's as if they had them all wrapped in the spirituality of this world have always sought more answers, broke through the wall of the empirical reality that sensory sling, which is why a search for Veronique in the final sequence Co., looking for something solid, concrete, reaches out and touches the bark of a tree. Now he knows there, and the tree that she had first lost in the maze of those feelings, hovering in an extreme spiritualism.
Kieslowski through the two protagonists tried to speak as much as possible to universal ideas, thoughts, images, trepidation, suggestions - and that's with all these unnecessary epithets - from that "something" that man can not explain, from the soul ? spirit? from the heart? experience? by chance?
fact is that they are there, present, living, true, buttons, and the man is FEELING. The Double Life of Veronique is the film of "feeling" is the spirit of the film.
Observing that kaleidoscope of colors, almost always toned green, those close-ups, early, those and reverse fields, that look for changes in expressions, you have the feeling of a symbiotic relationship between author and actor. Kieslowski and Jacob "make love", a rare and perfect combination, a harmony / symphony to be enjoyed in silence, contemplating and authorship of so much rejoicing. About symphony's no stress, accentuating that which accompanies - as an omen, like a continuous dream, like a chain - the two protagonists, by Zbigniew Preisner, and we can highlight to the end of (my ) days, the performances of Jacob: naive, graceful, dreamy.
I apologize if more than one review is a sermon / rant where staff speak very little of the film per se, but already so I made a huge effort to find the words - perhaps - understand. I do not give a vote, it seems unnecessary because it is a film that will make my vision of cinema in the future, a bit 'as they were Mulhollan dr., 2001, or the films of Bunuel. It is a film that uses a lexicon sui generis, which communicates through "feeling" rather than "the understanding", the sixth sense, moreover, can not explain. It is a film that I have inside for days and days and how these feelings, a little human, somewhat ascetic, I can not send away, is a film that should be seen, felt sorry.
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