Dang it. I’ll just come out with it. I’ve been lazy letting cobwebs fester on my Observation blogger blog. I can’t say exactly why. I don’t know if it is because I liked gazing at that plethora of yellow in my last post or if I wanted to let my wordpress reader zap me outta here. But I’m back God damn it, ready to try and be a regular blogger again or better still keep my sanity.
Yesterday I did myself a favour and finally got round to watching Blue is the Warmest Colour last years Cannes film Palme d’Or winner. The trailer below doesn’t do it the slightest justice, but it’s the best I can do for now.
Blue is an extraordinary love story about desire; desire to eat, desire to sleep with someone, desire to dance and it is portrayed within a relationship between two women.
Blue is that gritty realism which lies at the heart of great European cinema; a similar vein to the classic works of European directors like Bergman and Bertolucci. I also noted similarities in themes and emotional complexity to that other standout movie about a homosexual relationship – Brokeback Mountain. I’ll have to wait to see if Blue allures me in the same way Brokeback has after repeated viewings.
Further reading about Blue:
Looking forward to seeing the movie Rudderless when it’s finally released from debut director William H Macey. It seems to have a kinda Crazy Heart feel, but geared more towards the younger generation.
What else? Oh yeh, I’ve nearly finished reading, To The Lighthouse by Virginia Wolf .
The only way I could describe reading this classic is ‘It’s as though someone with advanced intellectual capabilities from another world has written something totally impartial about how humankind operates. It’s just so superior to anything else written.’
Good Reads reviewer Stephen M described the experience of reading this classic better than I could ever hope to:
I’ve never dwelt over a set of 200 bound pages with as much joy and relish as I have with To the Lighthouse. I can say without reservation, that this is some of the most incredible writing I’ve ever come across and I’m absolutely baffled as to how Woolf pulled it off. So much of the prose was redolent of an abstract surrealist film, such were the clarity and preciseness of its images. At a certain point Woolf describes an idea entering a character’s mind as a drop of ink diffusing in a beaker of water. I left several exclamation points and expressions of pure joy among the marginalia of my copy. I have never experienced such a strange brew of images and ideas that whirl around mere words of a novel, all of which has incited such excitement in me, as if some beautiful and aching aspect of human experience has been solidified on paper that will never be as perfect as it is here.
I will try to maintain a consistency in my blogging so I can pepper you with all those seemingly trivial things that make me feel happier for being alive. Oh while I am on the subject of blogging I recommend you take a look at two great blogs. They are always fun to read and stupendously insightful. I hope they don’t mind me referring their sites on my blog:
1. A Story a Day by Bruce Goodman.
2. Texan Tales and Hierogliphics by Lance
Anyway I think that is enough guff from me for one post. Cheerio.