Fallen, Confusion, Mirrormask, Daara J, Following "Pre-dawn"
Caught Fallen on Wednesday night, this achingly slow black & white movie where no one ever smiles and a laugh is alcohol-induced. Like Angel's Fall, people kept walking out, something I didn't notice about last year's filmfest. I don't know what's worse, people leaving midway or me having the additional timeouts spacing away from the movie to observe people leaving midway.
From IMDB: Matiss Zelcs is trying to find woman which he did ignore and who was about to jump off the bridge last night. Police don't want to continue investigation as no body was found, however Matiss is on his way to start his own investigation.
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In other news of life: Umm, I'm confused.
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Mirrormask opened yesterday, and we watched it. The movie was brilliant, You put Gaiman and McKean together you get things you always dreamed of; and things you'd never have dreamed of in a good, raw way. Midway through the movie amidst all my "she's-going-to-leave-me" anxieties, I smiled hugely realising there probably wasn't someone else I know who'd appreciate the movie the way I did.
Headed down for Daara J's gig at Attica after, to hook up with Tom Hafeez Viktor Kenneth. Was some good Senegalese hip-hop, they can really pump up the vibes. Attica's crowd still hasn't improved, but at least the music was hot. I'm not a WOMAD person, so missed their last performance 2 years back. Danced till about 2 before leaving and heading home. A sobering experience, gradually I'm going to join them in a 9-5, and weekday parties will be curfew-restricted. Oh yay. Can't wait.
I haven't been home much these few days, and I'm feeling guilty about it. Tonight, I will go home for dinner.
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The Next Day
First hint was the SMSes from bed,
The blurred distinction between a
Comforter and a phone.
Sharing a drink in the cinema,
Offering each other sips of suggestion.
Intuitively, you handed me a serviette
After I devoured my subway.
Over dinner we began to speak
On behalf of each other.
As the night transited into Tiesto anticipation,
The choppy waves of crowds displaced us back
And forth like high tide.
I realised the buoy in you.
You pressed closer to me,
As everybody else closed in.
Some time after,
We gave up doing the proper thing.
You told me to meet you halfway;
I lowered my lips and we didn't kiss.
My cardiovascular contraption couldn’t find oxygen
And replaced it with pain--
The spare parts rattling and rusty bolts
Screeching for a counter-offer.
You relented later, as I strove and weaseled
Halfway across MOS to wait for you at the Ladies.
I squatted down Ah-Beng-style, weary from
Swimming against flow.
I leaned into the profile of your knee.
You nudged deeper. I looked up
To see you looking down. Deciding.
You hunched a little over me.
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