Mr Morgan’s Last Love

One of the most moving pictures I saw these days…

It got my attention at the first place because of Paris and French, without having a clue what this picture about. And it turns out to be a wonderful surprise. A story about love and life.

You don´t love life itself; you love places, animal, people, memories, food, literature, music, and sometimes you meet someone requires all the l u have to give, if u lose so u think everything else will stop too. but everything else is just keep going.

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– I’ll come back for you, Pauline

– OK

– OK

This movie is adopted from a French novel “La Douceur Assasine” by Françoise Dorner.

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Filminute

Filminute, the international one-minute film festival, is returning for its eighth edition from September 1 to 30. It challenges filmmakers from around the world to come up with a brilliant idea they can execute on-screen in exactly 60 seconds. Accessible online, the 25 shortlisted selections are there to be watched and rated by you, with the best netting a People’s Choice award. A jury also decides a prize – which last year went to the UK’s Ant Blades for his comic animation Chop Chop, which showed every second counts when there’s a guillotine beheading scheduled.

Heaven is in the backseat of my cadillac

Sorry for stealing this title from Hot Chocolate, but that’s how I feel these day.

When you think positive, life smile back to you all the time.

After a gorgeous weekend with a couple who is expecting a baby and a stay in a fabulous hotel in Hveravellir, one of the biggest geothermal sites in Iceland. We went for a movie last night, Frances Ha.

Just by watching the trailer, I wanted to see the picture. Like my boyfriend said, it’s a very French movie (yet it’s directed by an American film maker), meaning it doesn’t tell you anything the picture, very daily life, for some people, it could be a boring picture. But I liked it. It’s a picture about love, friendship and life.

The fact that the picture is black and white, it gives a certain charm.

Few words about Icelandic pictures

Talking about Icelandic picture, you might not be very familiar with. me neither. 

The very first Icelandic picture I saw was “Dancer in the Dark”, which actually is not an Icelandic one, but with the famous singer Björk. I was in university when I first saw it and I loved it. 

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The second one was “101 Reykjavik”, which I saw last year at Bío Paradis, a local antique-styled cinema. It was ok but nothing impressive. A nice picture to see during the Christmas time I would say.

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Then it comes the third one, Of Horses and Men, in icelandic “Hross í oss”(horses in us). It was actually quite hilarious. The story is about the relations between human beings and horses. The post is very attention-catching. I must say the humour are very nordic, meaning the jokes are all alcoholic, sex and snow concerned. But I like the way it was filmed. Horses are like humans, they also have soul. 

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Now, I’m very looking forward to see “This is Sanlitun”, an icelandic picture films in Beijing. This was also an opening picture during the Reykjavik Film Festival. 

 

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One person’s craziness is another person’s reality

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It’s been a while that I wanted to see the exhibition of Tim Burton.

To be honest, I’m not a huge fan of him, why? Because I don’t like the science fictions!

But after visiting the exhibition, I think that he’s probably one of the most creative guys in the world!!

If you google him, the most used words would be: craziness, insane, abnormal, madness, etc. 

However just like he said: I have a problem when people say something’s real or not real, or normal or abnormal. The meaning of those words for me is very personal and subjective. I’ve always been confused and never had a clearcut understanding of the meaning of those kinds of words.

I mean he’s absolutely right! Who on the earth define “normal” or “real”? Everyone has his own point of view and everything is relative. 

At some point, I’ll re-watch all his movies. 

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The Girl With Many Eyes

One day in the park
I had quite a surprise.
I met a girl
who had many eyes.

She was really quite pretty
(and also quite shocking!)
and I noticed she had a mouth,
so we ended up talking.

We talked about flowers,
and her poetry classes,
and the problems she’d have
if she ever wore glasses.

It’s great to now a girl
who has so many eyes,
but you really get wet
when she breaks down and cries.” 

Something’s Got to Give

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In men’s eyes, she’s the sexiest woman of the century, media says she has drug problems and mentally ill, women think she’s not like the others, with her baby-face and totally nature, she’s herself. I ignore which face is the real Monroe. For me, she’s incredibly mad, mad for love, mad to live, mad to talk! In Her Life In Her Own Word, she mentioned: “Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.” I can simply not express how much I love this incredibly mad woman.

“Something’s Got to Give” is her last unfinished movie, with the famous swimming pool scene. I’m wondering what kind of movie would it be with such a title.

“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”

Good Morning Paris.

Burn burn burn…

First time I had this book in hand was in high school, both in English and Chinese version. Back to that time, the idea of traveling alone with only a bag is terrific. It seems so precious to me that I never finishing reading the book!

Sex, drug, unconsciousness, madness, no wonder it’s a bit too harsh for a girl of eighteen years old. When I sat in the theater yesterday, I still can feel something stirring my stomach, even shocked by several scenes. Is it real how his life was? DRAMATIC!!

“… the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn…”
– Jack Kerouac, On the Road, Part 1, Ch. 1

ImageSometimes we say “Insane people get together”, I can not agree more. Everyone is on his own road, we may come across someone, important or not, this person will keep you accompanied for a period of time, not too long not too short, just the right time until you met another person.

Life is like a tree, born, grow, fade, death, reborn, and we’re just these small tiny things on the different branches. In my opinion, there’s no right or wrong choice, and there’s no coincidence neither. Each step in life we take leads to a different place. Sometimes, you could be good to get yourself lost from time to time cause it’s always in the most unexpected place you discover the most wonderful things.

At some point, I will re-start reading this book and hopefully I can finish it this time.

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Rue de Faubourg Saint-Antoine, Paris

I left New York in 1949
To go across the country without a bad blame dime
Montana in the cold cold fall
Found my father in the gambling hall

Father, Father where you been?
I’ve been out in the world and I’m only ten
Father, Father where you been?
I’ve been out in the world and I’m only ten

Don’t worry about me if I should die of pleurisy

Across to Mississippi, across to Tennessee
Across the Niagara, home I’ll never be
Home in ol’ Medora, home in Ol’ Truckee
Apalachicola, home I’ll never be

Better or for worse, thick and thin
Like being married to the Little poor man
God he loves me
Just like I love him
I want you to do
Just the same for him

Well the worms eat away but don’t worry watch the wind
So I left Monatana on an old freight train
The night my father died in the cold cold rain

Road to Opelousas, road to Wounded Knee
Road to Ogallala home I’ll never be
Road to Oklahoma, road to El Cahon
Road to Tahachapi, road to San Antone

Hey, hey

Road to Opelousas, road to Wounded Knee
Road to Ogallala, home I’ll never be
Road to Oklahoma, road to El Cahon
Road to Tahachapi, road to San Antone

Home I’ll never be, home I’ll never be
Home I’ll never be, home I’ll never be
Home I’ll never be, home I’ll never be

Good Morning Paris