Practicing the olde-timey photo-shoppe skills. Matching the color took forever, but I'm quite content with the outcome. I like to look at it as if I had no prior knowledge of creating it.
I first saw Amelie [edited, of course.] about a month ago at Erin and Maddie's home {see sidebar for bloggery-action} and it has quickly made it into my top 5 favorite movies of ALL TIME. It's about time I wrote a response to it. If you aren't in the mood for a hearty serving of rant-stew, you'd best not read this post ...
Not very often to you hear music that feels so familiar yet so new. It rings in your ears and reaches down into your soul, re-awakening emotions you perhaps had forgotten existed within you and making every minute occurrence in your life seem spectacular, even extraordinary. This self-awareness is not a supplement for lost childhood memories or a cure for the common cold, but rather an almost euphoric state of mind, filled with the bitterness and melancholy truth which we all must face eventually.
Life is never what one expects it to be, but we must appreciate the triumphs as well as the pitfalls, and reconnect with an almost child-like fascination of the world. A fascination that makes the fog on a windowpane a canvas and every being an artist in their own right .It never limits a person.
We must regain that awe in everything, including human betterment and relations with others. This film has made me appreciate things more, and the music combines pure joy with haunting reality. The world is exciting, mysterious, and an adventure! We are the only thing holding ourselves back. Timidly we approach everything, but what for?
Listen for yourself. Heck, listen to the whole soundtrack! It'll change your life!
"without you, today's emotion would be the scurf of yesterday's."
-Lex
{PS to Erin and Maddie. Sorry I've been borrowing it for so long. I'm trying to figure out how to burn it so I can watch it daily because that's what I've been doing anyways.}
This pretty much describes how I feel lately. Tired. stressed, and my hair is not nearly mullet-y enough yet for my liking. But I do like my Quakie skirt which I actually really wish I owned.
This weekend I saw The Pianist edited on TV. I do not feel like a film has changed my life so completely since I saw Hotel Rwanda, which is kind of saying a lot. The music, the cinematography, the fact that Adrien Brody was in it, everything. I want to marry that film. Not even kidding. Hopefully I can find an edited copy on amazon or something so I can own it because honestly, I can't imagine the horrors that life will {would?} be if I don't have that movie in my personal collection. Every night I would go to my bookshelf where I keep my movies and I would stroke it and fall asleep with it in my arms.
When you take Adrien Brody and put him in a holocaust film, sweet, sweet miracles happen. I can't even describe it. The emotion that he protrays is so realistic and so raw you just want to immerse yourself in it. The funny thing with movies is even though you know it isn't real, they can take you and put you into the position where you are completely hypnotized by it, almost to the point where you feel you are living every triumph, every bit of anguish, yourself. Not many actors can make you literally believe their role and character is real. Adrien has that rare talent of realism, even in its hollow, agonizing form.
I am so in love with it. I'm really awful with words. I'm totally not doing it justice.
Also, don't mind this crappy youtube video. It also does not do the best scene in the movie justice. Look at him! As a jew!!! With a beard!!
You are utterly fantastic. I wish I could be French and 20 years older and marry you and we would have beautiful artistic children with messy hair and Woody Allen wayfarers.
Now, you know I love you. You know that 'BellevilleRendez-vous' {aka: The Triplets of Belleville} is my favorite movie in the entire world, and that I have watched it way too many times to even say on the world wide interweb. You know this, Sylvain. So, when I heard you were creating another beautifully animated masterpiece I NATURALLY had a brain aneurysm and called it good.
After watching this trailer, I was utterly determined to find where this film was playing and when I could see it. Luckily for me, there was a showing in three days time at the Broadway in Downtown SLC. {I love you, Salt Lake City.} So, I asked mum if she'd accompany me in my foreign films escapade, and she agreed that we would go see it today.
This morning I got online to find out movie show times, and it said that they changed the release date to FEBRUARY FOURTH. I can't wait for two months to see the movie that was OBVIOUSLY made for me!!! If you, Sylvain, have any control whatsoever over movie release dates, you should seriously hook a sister up and bump it back a few months to...um...now. As in today. Make it so it is released today. Please.
Meanwhile, I guess I'll have to get by with watching this animated short you made back in the 90's.
Usually these posts are on Sunday, but I JUST CAN'T HELP MYSELF. Queue the bulleted list? I do say!
Today I was listening to Pandora and I came across a little glimpse of my odd little sixth grade past. That is, I listened to "Young folks" by Peter, Bjorn and John again for the first time in four years. I was immediately flooded with the first time I saw this music video, Corn and I sitting watching cable T.V. talking about Bat for Lashes and my upcoming sixth grade play. I miss it so! Thanks, Pandora. Yer priddycool. And you made it onto my Thursday inspiro list.
I would do ANYTHING to live in this creepy animated world full of simplistic color palettes and 70's tree curtains. {Pretty much, all of my problems would be solved if I could could look that great in pink pastels.} This makes me want to watch the Brady Bunch. Ya dig?
I want to spend the rest of my life doing gesture drawings of Beck moonwalking.
Photography blogs that freak out my brain with their TOTAL BRILLLL. {y'all know who you are.}
My new sketchbook which I made in art cloughb. I did an acetone transfer of one of my favorite drawings that I have ever created {record player head man} and then mod-podged holocaust photographs, a guy wearing a gas mask, the gestapo and also British officials and a random cowboy guy to the front. If you can find little Elie Weisel, I will give you a gold star.
I'm a firm believer in the philosophy that states that your sketchbook should be just as inspirational on the outside as what you put into it. I'm pretty darn pleased with the outcome, and I can't wait to fill it. Muaha! Also, do you enjoy my crappy photography skills? Oh yeah. I'm a fan of that too.
T.S. Elliot poetry. I've always been fond of him, but Matthew Gray Gubler on Criminal Minds keeps quoting him and reminding me of the splendor!!
Oh. Matthew Gray Gubler. {Laugh it up, Corn. Laugh it up.} His cheekbones were carved by angels. Angels wearing Marc Jacobs.
Surrealistic French films. Just kidding. Because I almost fell asleep while watching this one with my mum last Saturday. But the cover art is stellar. I couldn't resist it while browsing the public library shelves for some good feelms to watch.
Now I'm just rambling.
Hopefully I'll get the new header up during Christmas break. No complaints though, right?
