Like the wind that I cannot see, you're everywhere.
Having just seen Amores Perros, I must say, it rivals Crash, lately, as one of the most chill-inducing masterpieces that have added to my intellectual movie library. & I'm thoroughly prepared to review it, good ol' Brandon-style, but must first collect my thoughts while doing an idiotic label quizzzzzz. So forgive me as I waste time in formulation;;
GOTH
Do you wear black eyeliner?: hah. I may just appear dead, can't risk that.
How much black clothing do you own?: mas o menos. only band t-shirts & the like. &THEN IN TERMS OF BLACKBLACK CLOTHING, then, um, my ecko red pants are in the corner! ^-^
Do you think about death often?: no bitch
Do you want to die?: I die too often in my scary, gnome infested dreams to desire such a thing to actually happen.
Are you pale?: um yes. today it appeared as if I was wearing tights due to lack of skin pigment. but then, I could be orange, and heaven forbid that I start to resemble someone who has just bathed in macaroni.
Do you cut?: I think not.
Do you like Hot Topic?: I'M SORRY BUT THEY SELL BELTS. I swear, that's all I buy there. -cowers-
SKATER PUNK
Can you skateboard?: yeah right
How often do you wear Vans?: damn, I want some. but never.
What's your sneaker brand?: I could begin listing, but I'd rather just say Converse & call it a day.
Do you do stupid stuff with your friends?: I think a certain photo de el entry pasado proves that point considerably well.
How much do you get in trouble?: ONLY BY LARGE-FOREHEADED SUBS. and then Guenzel when I'm exceptionally obnoxious. so not much, really.
Do you listen to the bands who are considered posers?: me parece no!
How many piercings do you have?: hah, zeroooo.
PREP
How often do you say the word "like"?: only when I'm recalling pointless stories and forget my train of though halfway though -- this then results in a creative stream of "lyke, and then, aghaghaghhhg" that add excitement to English class.
Do you shop at Abercrombie and Fitch?: nunca.
Are the A&F models hot?: ka-no.
How many purses do you own?: lyke 3. but I mean, I wouldn't consider tote bags, and thus, endlessly less.
Is lipgloss a must? only when I'm bored. & even then, I just lick off the tasty raspberry and reapply. how curious.
How often do you wear makeup?: a little bit, lyke, most days.
Ever had a manicure?: a;lkfjalhja, I'm not a ho.
Rock music is bad, right?: stupidface. you just tell yourself that.
Are you ever ditzy?: to demonstrate false excitement, that, alas, is the only tactic I know.
Do you own high heels?: yesplease.
Have you ever said "Oh my gosh"?: haha, no, I'll leave that up to emo boy when he's forgotten a vocab word en espanol.
Are you a cheerleader?: I wish x___0
HIPPIE
Is your hair long?: not reallyyy. I partially wish, though
Are you a vegetarian?: impossible. I'm a living, breathing, steak-eating machine.
Do you own a tye dye shirt?: UM WHO DOESN'T?!??@?@?@SH except mine happens to be from Ben & Jerry's, which I would proclaim does not count.
Do you want peace?: sure.
Do you want to save the animals?: OMFG KITTIESSSSS
What do you think about the current war?: lame-arse
GANGSTA
Are you from the ghetto?: why not?
Do you own "bling bling"?: yes ma'am
What do you think about do-rags?: hello sexification!
Do you like rap?: bleheblbl. EXCEPT IT'S DAMN FINE COMPARED TO USHER.
What do you think about afros?: LIVVI = YES.
Have you ever said 'fo shizzle'?: actually, no. accomplishment, anyone?
FRAT
Is life a party?: nononono.
How often do you get drunk?: lyke, twice, ever. WITH MI MADRE WHILE VIEWING ATTRACTIVE MUSICIANS. one cannot argue.
Do you care about your grades?: I SAY, GOOD SIR. you betcha.
Do you need attitude adjustment?: uhhhhh. well, not, I'd say, the type of adjustment frat boys deserve.
EMO
How often do you cry?: a veces.
Do you have an ex?: mmmm, yes.
Do you have an acoustic guitar?: YES, but it's signed. but it's shiny!
Are you emotional?: straight up, man.
Do you like soft music?: of course!
Do people understand you?: all except for that stupid angsty side that I essentially keep to myself as it is.
Do you write your own songs?: niggaPLEASE. I've tried, and subsequently burned my efforts.
Is your hair dyed dark?: haha, far from it
JOCK
Do you play any sports?: omg no.
How important are they to you?: nonono.STOPITTT
How important is your reputation?: my reputation consists of A) SMART. B) LETS PEOPLE COPY PAPERS. C)HAHA. MEAN. THANK YOU ALEX.
Do you pick on the geeky kids?: ah well, I'm pretty much the epitome of that as it is.
What do you think about football?: LAMEBITCH I don't care.
Are you considered a bully by anyone?: my dear friends, of course.
GEEK
Do you wear glasses?: I FRICKING WANT MY EMO GLASSES. but they were broken and are in the process of getting fixed. so contacts for now.
Are you smart?: sometimes.
Do you use an inhaler?: ew no.
Do you stick pens and calculators into your shirt pockets?: oh, if only I had shirt pockets. I'd prefer to keep small children and gnomes in them.
Does your mom buy your clothes?: she most certainly pays for them.
How often are you on the computer?: when I'm bored; ie. always.
Do you get picked on?: not recently, really.
Okay, end. Now, shall I take a stab at reviewing such loveliness? Claro que si! But goodness gracious, I have a sudden urge for hearing Donya sing Hollaback Girl.
a'lfga;dlfjga;dlf.
Time to compose!
Tossing Amores Perros in the DVD player was truly an afterthought, since I had been fairly set on another French Audrey Tautou film. But, alas, I couldn't resist the multiple olive branches on the case, showing its wins at Cannes and Edinburgh, not to mention its Oscar and Golden Globe nods for Best Foreign Film. With that, then, having an endlessly greater amount of potential than an obscure French comedy, I dived into its epic 2 hour and 30 minutes despite my mom's pleading to wait until another night, in which the film would not leech into the late hours of the night. Nonetheless, this had no effect on my enjoyment, as I was pleasantly surprised with the introduction credits to find the director to be Inarritu, whom I believe to be the later director of 21 Grams. The intense emotion and pain conveyed by suberb actors exceeds, if not matches, the beauty of 21 Grams, and sets the film up to be more than just entertainment.
This mood is affirmed, if not already, by violent car chase & crash at the film's opening, establishing the first connection between three seemingly disparate individuals. Although strikingly similar to Crash, the film suddenly takes its own turn, choosing to focus, one after another, on each character, and on his or her own dilemmas. The first, portrayed by none other than the lovely Gael Garcia Bernal, refuses to let go of unrequited love, and suffers when a woman he will never have refuses him. Likewise, a model suffers when a serious accident leaves her career and blossoming love in shambles. The last of the characters to be discussed is a mere homeless man, who struggles to redeem himself from a life and love gone awry.
Such characters in Amores Perros, though initially connected only in terms of the love for which they strive & the pain they endure along the way, are most curiously linked through dogs. Each key character owns a dog, be it small or large, harmless or deadly, which they value highly, and for which sacrifice their own well being to care. These dogs act loyally and do the bidding of their captors, occasionally viscious fighting or sometimes simply companionship. In addition to becoming a note on one of the reasons behind the human fascination with dogs and other pets alike, the dogs of the film, thus, act as a stark contrast to all men and women throughout the movie. Though dogs may be passionate, that is outshadowed by a constant sense of obedience, a trait which all three characters lack as they are overcome by their own desires for wealth, lust, and happiness. The dogs contiually have undeniable effects on those characters, which can only be attributed to their stiff loyalty even when the dedication of their human companions falls through.
Gripping and thought-provoking as it may be, Perros does not forget its true purpose as an art film: to convey its thoughtful insights on the human species. Essentially, the film deals with love, a widespread topic of all art forms evident in today's society. Yet, rather than taking a conventional outlook, the filmmaker manages to show how love often becomes a conflicting emotion. It provides hope, happiness, pleasure, and strength, giving all that succumb to its grasp a new motivation to embrace the life they have. Yet, at the same time, it can also cause the deepest of emotional wounds. Each person, to experience the bliss of love, must also risk experiencing anguish to the drastic extent of all of the major characters in the film. A lesson in accepting the good with the bad in order to accept life on earth, the film presents a common moral in an innovative manner.
Lastly, the film sums up what is likely to be the author's goal in making his movie in it's simple dedication: that people tend to remain slaves to what they have lost. Each man is haunted by a unattainable image of love or contentedness, which leaves the characters on a hopeless trek to fill that void as they age. Impossible, of course, it leaves each character alone at the film's conclusion, yet unable to give up faith that their happiness may someday return. The filmmaker allows the viewer, then, to realize that these men and women are merely metaphors for the human condition; of the unrelenting will to live in the face of stiff opposition.
But I refuse to assign stars to such a beautiful movie, as I may a few clicks of the keyboard will never do it justice.
END.
Okay, so, maybe that was a little over the top, but man, that was a satisfyingly exhausting assignment to experiment with my rusty writing and movie skills. Ah well, it's 4 AM. School's approaching; I'm scooting down to the floor to rest up for a couple hours before morning.
<3chao!
GOTH
Do you wear black eyeliner?: hah. I may just appear dead, can't risk that.
How much black clothing do you own?: mas o menos. only band t-shirts & the like. &THEN IN TERMS OF BLACKBLACK CLOTHING, then, um, my ecko red pants are in the corner! ^-^
Do you think about death often?: no bitch
Do you want to die?: I die too often in my scary, gnome infested dreams to desire such a thing to actually happen.
Are you pale?: um yes. today it appeared as if I was wearing tights due to lack of skin pigment. but then, I could be orange, and heaven forbid that I start to resemble someone who has just bathed in macaroni.
Do you cut?: I think not.
Do you like Hot Topic?: I'M SORRY BUT THEY SELL BELTS. I swear, that's all I buy there. -cowers-
SKATER PUNK
Can you skateboard?: yeah right
How often do you wear Vans?: damn, I want some. but never.
What's your sneaker brand?: I could begin listing, but I'd rather just say Converse & call it a day.
Do you do stupid stuff with your friends?: I think a certain photo de el entry pasado proves that point considerably well.
How much do you get in trouble?: ONLY BY LARGE-FOREHEADED SUBS. and then Guenzel when I'm exceptionally obnoxious. so not much, really.
Do you listen to the bands who are considered posers?: me parece no!
How many piercings do you have?: hah, zeroooo.
PREP
How often do you say the word "like"?: only when I'm recalling pointless stories and forget my train of though halfway though -- this then results in a creative stream of "lyke, and then, aghaghaghhhg" that add excitement to English class.
Do you shop at Abercrombie and Fitch?: nunca.
Are the A&F models hot?: ka-no.
How many purses do you own?: lyke 3. but I mean, I wouldn't consider tote bags, and thus, endlessly less.
Is lipgloss a must? only when I'm bored. & even then, I just lick off the tasty raspberry and reapply. how curious.
How often do you wear makeup?: a little bit, lyke, most days.
Ever had a manicure?: a;lkfjalhja, I'm not a ho.
Rock music is bad, right?: stupidface. you just tell yourself that.
Are you ever ditzy?: to demonstrate false excitement, that, alas, is the only tactic I know.
Do you own high heels?: yesplease.
Have you ever said "Oh my gosh"?: haha, no, I'll leave that up to emo boy when he's forgotten a vocab word en espanol.
Are you a cheerleader?: I wish x___0
HIPPIE
Is your hair long?: not reallyyy. I partially wish, though
Are you a vegetarian?: impossible. I'm a living, breathing, steak-eating machine.
Do you own a tye dye shirt?: UM WHO DOESN'T?!??@?@?@SH except mine happens to be from Ben & Jerry's, which I would proclaim does not count.
Do you want peace?: sure.
Do you want to save the animals?: OMFG KITTIESSSSS
What do you think about the current war?: lame-arse
GANGSTA
Are you from the ghetto?: why not?
Do you own "bling bling"?: yes ma'am
What do you think about do-rags?: hello sexification!
Do you like rap?: bleheblbl. EXCEPT IT'S DAMN FINE COMPARED TO USHER.
What do you think about afros?: LIVVI = YES.
Have you ever said 'fo shizzle'?: actually, no. accomplishment, anyone?
FRAT
Is life a party?: nononono.
How often do you get drunk?: lyke, twice, ever. WITH MI MADRE WHILE VIEWING ATTRACTIVE MUSICIANS. one cannot argue.
Do you care about your grades?: I SAY, GOOD SIR. you betcha.
Do you need attitude adjustment?: uhhhhh. well, not, I'd say, the type of adjustment frat boys deserve.
EMO
How often do you cry?: a veces.
Do you have an ex?: mmmm, yes.
Do you have an acoustic guitar?: YES, but it's signed. but it's shiny!
Are you emotional?: straight up, man.
Do you like soft music?: of course!
Do people understand you?: all except for that stupid angsty side that I essentially keep to myself as it is.
Do you write your own songs?: niggaPLEASE. I've tried, and subsequently burned my efforts.
Is your hair dyed dark?: haha, far from it
JOCK
Do you play any sports?: omg no.
How important are they to you?: nonono.STOPITTT
How important is your reputation?: my reputation consists of A) SMART. B) LETS PEOPLE COPY PAPERS. C)HAHA. MEAN. THANK YOU ALEX.
Do you pick on the geeky kids?: ah well, I'm pretty much the epitome of that as it is.
What do you think about football?: LAMEBITCH I don't care.
Are you considered a bully by anyone?: my dear friends, of course.
GEEK
Do you wear glasses?: I FRICKING WANT MY EMO GLASSES. but they were broken and are in the process of getting fixed. so contacts for now.
Are you smart?: sometimes.
Do you use an inhaler?: ew no.
Do you stick pens and calculators into your shirt pockets?: oh, if only I had shirt pockets. I'd prefer to keep small children and gnomes in them.
Does your mom buy your clothes?: she most certainly pays for them.
How often are you on the computer?: when I'm bored; ie. always.
Do you get picked on?: not recently, really.
Okay, end. Now, shall I take a stab at reviewing such loveliness? Claro que si! But goodness gracious, I have a sudden urge for hearing Donya sing Hollaback Girl.
a'lfga;dlfjga;dlf.
Time to compose!
Tossing Amores Perros in the DVD player was truly an afterthought, since I had been fairly set on another French Audrey Tautou film. But, alas, I couldn't resist the multiple olive branches on the case, showing its wins at Cannes and Edinburgh, not to mention its Oscar and Golden Globe nods for Best Foreign Film. With that, then, having an endlessly greater amount of potential than an obscure French comedy, I dived into its epic 2 hour and 30 minutes despite my mom's pleading to wait until another night, in which the film would not leech into the late hours of the night. Nonetheless, this had no effect on my enjoyment, as I was pleasantly surprised with the introduction credits to find the director to be Inarritu, whom I believe to be the later director of 21 Grams. The intense emotion and pain conveyed by suberb actors exceeds, if not matches, the beauty of 21 Grams, and sets the film up to be more than just entertainment.
This mood is affirmed, if not already, by violent car chase & crash at the film's opening, establishing the first connection between three seemingly disparate individuals. Although strikingly similar to Crash, the film suddenly takes its own turn, choosing to focus, one after another, on each character, and on his or her own dilemmas. The first, portrayed by none other than the lovely Gael Garcia Bernal, refuses to let go of unrequited love, and suffers when a woman he will never have refuses him. Likewise, a model suffers when a serious accident leaves her career and blossoming love in shambles. The last of the characters to be discussed is a mere homeless man, who struggles to redeem himself from a life and love gone awry.
Such characters in Amores Perros, though initially connected only in terms of the love for which they strive & the pain they endure along the way, are most curiously linked through dogs. Each key character owns a dog, be it small or large, harmless or deadly, which they value highly, and for which sacrifice their own well being to care. These dogs act loyally and do the bidding of their captors, occasionally viscious fighting or sometimes simply companionship. In addition to becoming a note on one of the reasons behind the human fascination with dogs and other pets alike, the dogs of the film, thus, act as a stark contrast to all men and women throughout the movie. Though dogs may be passionate, that is outshadowed by a constant sense of obedience, a trait which all three characters lack as they are overcome by their own desires for wealth, lust, and happiness. The dogs contiually have undeniable effects on those characters, which can only be attributed to their stiff loyalty even when the dedication of their human companions falls through.
Gripping and thought-provoking as it may be, Perros does not forget its true purpose as an art film: to convey its thoughtful insights on the human species. Essentially, the film deals with love, a widespread topic of all art forms evident in today's society. Yet, rather than taking a conventional outlook, the filmmaker manages to show how love often becomes a conflicting emotion. It provides hope, happiness, pleasure, and strength, giving all that succumb to its grasp a new motivation to embrace the life they have. Yet, at the same time, it can also cause the deepest of emotional wounds. Each person, to experience the bliss of love, must also risk experiencing anguish to the drastic extent of all of the major characters in the film. A lesson in accepting the good with the bad in order to accept life on earth, the film presents a common moral in an innovative manner.
Lastly, the film sums up what is likely to be the author's goal in making his movie in it's simple dedication: that people tend to remain slaves to what they have lost. Each man is haunted by a unattainable image of love or contentedness, which leaves the characters on a hopeless trek to fill that void as they age. Impossible, of course, it leaves each character alone at the film's conclusion, yet unable to give up faith that their happiness may someday return. The filmmaker allows the viewer, then, to realize that these men and women are merely metaphors for the human condition; of the unrelenting will to live in the face of stiff opposition.
But I refuse to assign stars to such a beautiful movie, as I may a few clicks of the keyboard will never do it justice.
END.
Okay, so, maybe that was a little over the top, but man, that was a satisfyingly exhausting assignment to experiment with my rusty writing and movie skills. Ah well, it's 4 AM. School's approaching; I'm scooting down to the floor to rest up for a couple hours before morning.
<3chao!