[27th] nedo-art
Whether I'm getting too snobby about art or becoming more sophisticated)
Every day it's getting harder to find the piece of art which would satisfy my desire for the beautiful and make me really feel.
And you can never guess whose work will touch the right cord. It's startling, but the less renowned a creator is, the more chances to turn me on he or she has.
So now I'm rather listening to more or less chamber music, prefer fanciful an a little bit childish videos and odd literature.
But sharing is later) now I'm writing about the opposite side of the matter.
On Friday I tried to enjoy "true art" visiting the staging of "Don Juan" by the Malyj theatre with my nice group-mate.
I can't recollect a more miserable performance than the one I've seen. The big beautiful chandeliers and red carpets couldn't help the wrechedness, triteness and absurdity of the show.
Outlandish bright gliterring costumes, pretencious and monotonous speeches, absolutely apathetic actors and music... all the first act of the perfomance (looking forward to escaping that gloomy place) I was anticipating the appearance of Alla Pugacheva, whose music-style could fit the spirit the best.
Never cross the treshold of this nuttery. NEVER
Then I watched the last installment of the Caribean Pirates.
Of course, I hadn't expected anything intelectual before going to the cinema, because I'd had a particular goal - to switch my mind and enjoy all the delights of cutting edge filming technologies.
On the one hand, I succeeded, on the other, I was somehow dissapointed.
Previous parts used to be much more captivating and interesting due to charming heroes and quite interesing plots. Jack The Sparrow used to be just a zest of the movies, their peculiar decoration. But when he was given a chance to speak, it turned out that actually he has nothing to say. And even the hot and seductive old flame of his couldn't conceal it, unfortunately...
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But I'd like to finish on an optimistic note)
Sapienti sat (from this year's applicants to Liga school):
Абитуриент (рассматривая карточку европейского государства): «Это Европа. Тут католический собор».
Валерий Иосифович: «Здорово! А в кого верят католики?»
Абитуриент: «В Бога…»
Валерий Иосифович: «А в какого Бога?»
Абитуриент: «Не знаю. Я именами католических богов не интересуюсь…»
Every day it's getting harder to find the piece of art which would satisfy my desire for the beautiful and make me really feel.
And you can never guess whose work will touch the right cord. It's startling, but the less renowned a creator is, the more chances to turn me on he or she has.
So now I'm rather listening to more or less chamber music, prefer fanciful an a little bit childish videos and odd literature.
But sharing is later) now I'm writing about the opposite side of the matter.
On Friday I tried to enjoy "true art" visiting the staging of "Don Juan" by the Malyj theatre with my nice group-mate.
I can't recollect a more miserable performance than the one I've seen. The big beautiful chandeliers and red carpets couldn't help the wrechedness, triteness and absurdity of the show.
Outlandish bright gliterring costumes, pretencious and monotonous speeches, absolutely apathetic actors and music... all the first act of the perfomance (looking forward to escaping that gloomy place) I was anticipating the appearance of Alla Pugacheva, whose music-style could fit the spirit the best.
Never cross the treshold of this nuttery. NEVER
Then I watched the last installment of the Caribean Pirates.
Of course, I hadn't expected anything intelectual before going to the cinema, because I'd had a particular goal - to switch my mind and enjoy all the delights of cutting edge filming technologies.
On the one hand, I succeeded, on the other, I was somehow dissapointed.
Previous parts used to be much more captivating and interesting due to charming heroes and quite interesing plots. Jack The Sparrow used to be just a zest of the movies, their peculiar decoration. But when he was given a chance to speak, it turned out that actually he has nothing to say. And even the hot and seductive old flame of his couldn't conceal it, unfortunately...
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But I'd like to finish on an optimistic note)
Sapienti sat (from this year's applicants to Liga school):
Абитуриент (рассматривая карточку европейского государства): «Это Европа. Тут католический собор».
Валерий Иосифович: «Здорово! А в кого верят католики?»
Абитуриент: «В Бога…»
Валерий Иосифович: «А в какого Бога?»
Абитуриент: «Не знаю. Я именами католических богов не интересуюсь…»