My Brain has Taken Me Hostage
this week was all about consumption. i guess i was hungry! i'm really good at filling my belly with delicious food, but my mind was famished. i was desperate for lots of stimulation, sparkling new ideas, magic beans that would sprout even more thoughts.
i think it's normal to go into phases where your mind becomes a bit lethargic and all of a sudden it wakes up and kicks your ass all the way to the bookstore, or the movie store, or the theatre, or just places that can sometimes feel too out of the way or activities that seem time consuming. i guess my mind has been asleep for some time and now it's holding my eyes hostage. my eyes want want to eat everything with substance.
Words as Food for Eyeballs
i mentally consumed a book that Laura lent me called The End of Mr. Y. i won't give you the synopsis, but it's definitely one of the best fictions i've read in a long time. similar to the way Eat Pray Love conveyed some very deep spiritual ideas in a very relatable, absorbable way; The End of Mr. Y conveys some very complex metaphysical ideas in a very digestable, plausible way.
i like the juxtaposition of the two books that i've read basically back to back and they complimented each other really well. where the first opened up my heart, the second opened up my mind. it's like the universe is set on dissecting me, or maybe i'm trying to dissect myself.
so next on my reading list:
Moving Images as Beverage for Eyeballs
last night, ryan and i went to see the first movie at the theatre in ages. since the summer, there have only less than a handful of movies that were worth paying for, but since the film festivals have ended, there are at least four movies that i desperately want to watch.
last night we saw Before the Devil Knows You're Dead, a Sidney Lamet film starring one of my favourites: Philip Seymour Hoffman. again, no synopsis here, but what i absolutely loved about it was the poetic symmetry of the storyline. and the acting just fucking jumps off the screen on all sides. the story is dark, unfolding the snowball effect of someone who makes one bad decision after the next.
although Marisa Tomei's character really doesn't shine in this movie, despite the fact that her role is integral to the aforementioned Series of Bad Decisions, i really loved her wardrobe from this film. that is when she's wearing anything at all because she does spend a couple of scenes showing off her nipples.
i was shocked when i found out that Sidney Lamet's 85 years old! i'm not a huge movie buff, but knowing the directors helps set a context for films, especially if i watch a lot of films from the same director (like David Lynch). Sid did a fantastic job, and the reason why i was surprised was because the style was really edgy and powerful.
he chose a stylish method of flipping between scenes and timelines that really added to the desperate pace of the movie - it kind of visually stimulated an "uh-oh moment" where it makes you feel like shitting your pants: something Bad has happened. and then the way he would open a scene with a close-up of the character's faces (and you can imagine the amount of pure emotion that pours out from Albert Finney) and lets it pan out to lead your mind and give you context to the scene before a word is said.
it was lovely to be in the hands of such an experienced film director.
next on the movie list:
Please Feed Eyeballs Here
If there are any books, movies, new artists that you want to feed me, please make recoomendations here. if there's music that you want to suggest... well, this is a sore spot for me because i lost my nano 3 weeks ago, and well... lets just say i've been humming to myself a lot.
i think it's normal to go into phases where your mind becomes a bit lethargic and all of a sudden it wakes up and kicks your ass all the way to the bookstore, or the movie store, or the theatre, or just places that can sometimes feel too out of the way or activities that seem time consuming. i guess my mind has been asleep for some time and now it's holding my eyes hostage. my eyes want want to eat everything with substance.
Words as Food for Eyeballs
i mentally consumed a book that Laura lent me called The End of Mr. Y. i won't give you the synopsis, but it's definitely one of the best fictions i've read in a long time. similar to the way Eat Pray Love conveyed some very deep spiritual ideas in a very relatable, absorbable way; The End of Mr. Y conveys some very complex metaphysical ideas in a very digestable, plausible way.
i like the juxtaposition of the two books that i've read basically back to back and they complimented each other really well. where the first opened up my heart, the second opened up my mind. it's like the universe is set on dissecting me, or maybe i'm trying to dissect myself.
so next on my reading list:
Moving Images as Beverage for Eyeballs
last night, ryan and i went to see the first movie at the theatre in ages. since the summer, there have only less than a handful of movies that were worth paying for, but since the film festivals have ended, there are at least four movies that i desperately want to watch.
last night we saw Before the Devil Knows You're Dead, a Sidney Lamet film starring one of my favourites: Philip Seymour Hoffman. again, no synopsis here, but what i absolutely loved about it was the poetic symmetry of the storyline. and the acting just fucking jumps off the screen on all sides. the story is dark, unfolding the snowball effect of someone who makes one bad decision after the next.
although Marisa Tomei's character really doesn't shine in this movie, despite the fact that her role is integral to the aforementioned Series of Bad Decisions, i really loved her wardrobe from this film. that is when she's wearing anything at all because she does spend a couple of scenes showing off her nipples.
i was shocked when i found out that Sidney Lamet's 85 years old! i'm not a huge movie buff, but knowing the directors helps set a context for films, especially if i watch a lot of films from the same director (like David Lynch). Sid did a fantastic job, and the reason why i was surprised was because the style was really edgy and powerful.
he chose a stylish method of flipping between scenes and timelines that really added to the desperate pace of the movie - it kind of visually stimulated an "uh-oh moment" where it makes you feel like shitting your pants: something Bad has happened. and then the way he would open a scene with a close-up of the character's faces (and you can imagine the amount of pure emotion that pours out from Albert Finney) and lets it pan out to lead your mind and give you context to the scene before a word is said.
it was lovely to be in the hands of such an experienced film director.
next on the movie list:
Please Feed Eyeballs Here
If there are any books, movies, new artists that you want to feed me, please make recoomendations here. if there's music that you want to suggest... well, this is a sore spot for me because i lost my nano 3 weeks ago, and well... lets just say i've been humming to myself a lot.
Labels: Before the Devil Knows You're Dead, books, Eat Pray Love, movies, The End of Mr. Y
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