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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">warning there are spoilers in this review!</span></em></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I just came back from the movie theater having watched Melancholia. This is a movie I would have loved to wax over somewhat poetic with a friend, However most of my friends would not have been able to sit through this type of movie, its just not their cup of tea and there is nothing worse then going to see a movie with someone who doesn't want to sit through said movie. So that is why I've decided to write a review about it and get it all out while its still fresh in my mind. I won't really talk about the cinematic features of the movie, because many have already done so.Cinematicaly the movie is breathtakingly beautiful,its the stuff that dreams are sometimes made of the colors,scenes the lighting etc, the artful images that sort of linger with you after the film has faded. Before I Begin I just have to add this. When I was in the theater I overheard a young woman saying to her mom, "I hope this movie isn't depressing".....(Hello the name of the movie is MELANCHOLIA) lol that made me laugh!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One of the main reasons why I wanted to see this movie , is because of the SciFi nature of the film. And I was intrigued by the title. Melancholia, which means Sadness and Depressing, so fitting for a movie about the end of the world. I've never been a huge fan of Kristen Dunst, but I have to say her acting in this film was pretty damn good. She captured so much in her emotions I truly believed her breakdown or depression , it wasn't something that was hammered into you, it was subtle with every look, every smile the deadness in her eyes underneath every single emotion was so very believable. But having said that It was really <em>Charlotte Gainsbourg</em> whom I was impressed with.So I'll give both women their props. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">First I have to say that I could identify with both women maybe Claire(Gainsbourg) slightly more then Justine(Dunst) But if you look at each character in the movie, The mother and father and Claire's husband played by Kiefer Sutherland, and even the son, in a way they make up different aspects of a whole person. I go through some depression every year, I think in some respects most people if they admit it do too. We smile we pretend everything is OK, but underneath we are seething and frightened of things we cannot put a name to and some that we can. But what happens when you stop smiling , when you stop pretending we turn into Justine, for me Justine represents that side in me that wants to give up stop pretending, the part of me that wants to stand in the middle of the street and fall down or scream and laugh and cry all at once, the side that stops trying.... the side that just doesn't give a damn, a side that's pretty scary .... There is a scene in the movie where Claire is trying to get Justine to put her leg in the bathtub, Justine just can't do it, she's too exhausted to tired to depressed, she doesn't give a damn if she stinks, she just cannot be bothered to lift her damn leg over the tub. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have empathy for Justine, I can relate! There have been times in my life where I didn't want to get out of bed, didn't want to take a bath, I'm also incredibly envious of Justine too, because unlike her I had to get out of bed and I had to take a bath, I had no choice, there was no Claire their to hold me up and see to my needs, if I had stayed in bed and not cleaned up I would have ended up on the streets, Unfortunately for me Depression is a luxury I just can't afford. That's why for me Justine and Claire really represent one character they are different sides of the same coin.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Claire tells Justine more then once in the movie that she really does hate Justine sometimes. Its totally understandable,( <em>It must feel so F-ing wonderful to be able to breakdown if breakdown one must</em>) Claire has everything a rich husband who obviously loves her,an a adorable young son. Claire has hope, she's loving and compassionate, and she does love her sister, maybe Claire has the hope and the motivation because she has the luxury to do so, but I never really get that feeling from her. And <em>Gainsbourg </em>doesn't play her that way! which is why I was really impressed by her> She could have easily muttled the character of Claire and under a lesser actress Claire's character wouldn't have made the grade. Claire would never dream of being so <em>selfish</em> as to be depressed. Claire is the hope, she is the rock, the foundation where strong walls stand she is the shield for when reality becomes to much. Claire represents that part in those of us who cannot afford to have a breakdown, because the reality of such actions would leave us in an even worse place and we know it so we must solider on as best we can. There is a scene in the movie that I thought was funny, its time for Justine to throw her wedding flower bouquet over the balcony into the waiting arms of all the brides maids etc, and Justine is just sort of standing there with a blank look on her face and eventually Claire comes over takes the bouquet out of her hand and just sort of drops it over the balcony!lol</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then there is <em>Melancholia</em>, the planet of doom that comes to destroy the earth. <em>Melancholia</em> is not only a representation of the Depression that Justine is going through in the movie, but it also represents our actions in the face of a disaster how we can transform. Depression itself and what it represents in and of itself is a sort of ending of our own little world anyway. If you really think about it the end of our world is going to come for each and everyone of us at some point in our lives regardless. How we choose to live life and how we choose to end our life is sort of a Metaphor in the movies theme.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Planet of doom <em>Melancholia </em>effects and transforms Justine, she sort of comes into her true self. Justine is beautiful on the outside, I'm not saying her inside is ugly, because that wouldn't be true. Lets just say Justine's true self blossoms in the doom of <em>Melancholia's</em> dark shadow.. There is a scene in the movie at Justine's wedding where she is being brutally honest to her boss about how she feels about him and her job. Nothing about it is pretty and you get a glimpse of the lie this woman has been living. But she is real in that moment and she is so beautiful and powerful in her ugly truth. Another scene before she tells her boss the truth, she has sex with a strange man and she is almost beating him with her vagina!! There is another scene in the movie where <em>Melancholia</em> is making itself more known and Justine is almost savagely beating her horse, as <em>Melancholia </em>comes closer to the earth Justine comes closer to her true self, the one she's been hiding. Her depression is both liberating and scary!</span><br />
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Even though Hanna has the no nonsense about her most German women are famous for, she is isolated she has walls built up around her , in essence you can tell that Hanna has been hurt, that something happened to her to make her the way she is she so in to herself but I think its her way of protecting herself.As harsh as Hanna seems sometimes her ignorance also makes her seem somewhat innocent and certainly vulnerable. Hanna tells Micheal once after a misunderstanding on the trolley cars when she thinks he was avoiding her that "he doesn't have the power to upset her", which obviously he does because she is very upset. <br />
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It took 2 viewings of this movie and reading the book to fully grasp this movie. I had to really think about the characters from an emotional standpoint not just what was being shown or being told. I honestly think Micheal was so heart broken when Hanna left him, so emotionally tied to her that the reason he would not help her when he had the chance and every opportunity to do so was because he wanted to punish her for leaving him, and leaving him emotionally unfulfilled. With Hanna in prison he would always know where she was. I think because he couldn't shake Hanna or stop wanting her , desiring her and longing for her I also think that he was so mad at her, that when she did go to prison and she learned how to read and write he didn't write back to her for two reasons, because he didn't trust himself and again he wanted her to feel the pain that he had felt when she left him. <br />
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Micheal couldn't face her because he loved her and didn't know what to do about that. He didn't trust her enough or himself enough to be near her, I think the chance that she might abandon him again was just to much for him he couldn't take the chance of losing her again. I think once he found Hanna again at the trial he was going to have her one way or another. In essence his guilt and his inaction and his not dealing with Hanna, tied him to her emotionally for life. Micheal could have possibly had a life with Hanna and been happy, at least he would have gotten what he wanted. He could never let her go he compared every woman to her and no woman for him would ever do or be complete because they weren't Hanna; but instead he made her his prisoner as he was her prisoner. This is a tragic love story on many levels, its about the choices two people make and the effects of those choices. I wish that Micheal could have faced Hanna and his love for her, not just for Hanna's sake but for his too. Even though I adore this movie, there are a few things I would have changed and so I plan on writing a fan fiction about it later on! Its in the worksRobinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774958597630953921noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648586949022344147.post-9645043432252307272011-05-15T01:50:00.000-07:002012-01-05T01:22:34.445-08:00Sidewalk Inspiration<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="background-color: #ffd966;"> Its raining as I type this , and my cat is sleeping on the bed and I'm eating homemade candy and watching Star trek the Search for Spock, even though I should be sleeping because I have to work early tomorrow. Its been awhile since it rained and I really hope that it rains tomorrow, I guess I'm just in a rainy day mood.and besides my car needs a good washing! </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #ffd966;">Today as I was running errands I was delighted to find these messages of inspiration chalked up and down the walkway of the strip mall that I went to. The thought that someone or a couple of someones took the time to chalk these colorful messages was a treat and a real delight. So I took some pictures and thought I would share.</span><br />
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Heal yourself, Heal the World</td></tr>
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You Are Beautiful<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>The story of this bike trail</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;">About 3 years ago my brother and I purchased a condo, we live within walking distance of so many amazing bike trails and a river, but this cute bike trail that goes on for about 3 miles is literally right in back of the condos where we live and guess what, I've never been on it before until just recently. For some odd reason it just never occurred to me to explore it. I think its because I've been so focused on walking along the river trails and this bike trail leads away from from the river. I feel so <strong>stupid</strong> because this bike trail is beautiful it literally makes me feel as if I'm walking or riding in the countryside. I think for some strange reason in the back of my mind I thought I might run into wild dogs on the loose on this particular trail so I think that is another reason why I haven't been on it till now. This trail has lovely yellow wild flowers and trees and tall grasses and every so often there are benches for people to sit on,it also leads to a tiny little park which I've secretly dubbed <strong><span style="color: #38761d;">Lovers Lane</span></strong> because it seems as if every time I pass near it,there are couples kissing or holding hands and staring into each others eyes. The only dogs I've run into on the trail are cute little dogs on a leash. There is even a volley ball court along the way and picnic tables. <span style="color: #38761d;">The sad thing is we are about to move into our new house soon , so I can't believe I've missed out on this gem for so long. </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the side of the building and its huge, but like I said I never see anything, or anyone!</div><br />
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<em><span style="color: orange;"><strong> Omg it actually rained today finally some cool fall weather, we went from it being in the 90's to cloudy rain, lets hope this weather continues.</strong></span></em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774958597630953921noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648586949022344147.post-1418223532355230152010-08-05T13:07:00.000-07:002012-01-05T01:31:50.064-08:00Vintage Bike show<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnp1l6tfgakQf0CpwVdM32iJ-s0hKGPxNNKGeGLcYiyl9QrtOzooEq33e63sAkGeYV0CZmBVgm84UD_WM1d6urPOpwnpbQ1ofEgDt_wSdGdVOyIGP0vAwBDSFKIW0Jbjr-huUapBI2DC6_/s1600/100_0405%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnp1l6tfgakQf0CpwVdM32iJ-s0hKGPxNNKGeGLcYiyl9QrtOzooEq33e63sAkGeYV0CZmBVgm84UD_WM1d6urPOpwnpbQ1ofEgDt_wSdGdVOyIGP0vAwBDSFKIW0Jbjr-huUapBI2DC6_/s400/100_0405%5B1%5D" width="400" /></a></div> I have a ton of pictures that I've taken for the blog but haven't gotten around to putting them up becaus I've been super tired, more tired then busy or it could be that I've been so busy I'm just super tired. Alot has been going on in my life, we are looking for a new property to buy and that takes up lots of time and I've also started a new job and I'm still working my old job and school is starting back in a few weeks and really I get tired just thinking about it. I went to a vintage bike show a couple of weeks ago and I wanted to share these pictures. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">it was really hot my friend Nancy was taking her sweet time getting the picture and all I wanted to do was get out the heat! I know I'm wearing overall, lol but honestly my fashion sense lately has been lacking, I really haven't cared how I look and anything thats simple and easy works for me right now, actually I'm rethinking my wordrobe chioces but I'll post about that another time I'm trying to keep it as simple as possible. very hard but I'm trying!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Nancy posing for a pic, it had to at least be over a hundred that day, everybody was trying to stay cool</div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774958597630953921noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648586949022344147.post-46016545673566664042010-06-14T01:32:00.000-07:002012-01-05T01:32:30.948-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div style="border: currentColor;"> I've always wanted an old vintage V W Van, I've always imagined myself traveling around in one. maybe it stems from watching to much scooby Doo as a child, but whenever I see one of these I can't help but feel a little wistful so when I saw this lovely of lovely Vintage V.W Vans did up in pastel cupcake pink my imagination ran wild. I pictured myself wearing a dark pink polka dot dress, or cut off jeans and a white T shirt, listening to 50's music and serving up lemonade, I don't even particularly like pink, but I could see myself hitting the road in this Van and setting up camp in various towns, cities and parks and selling my wears out of them like some traveling gypsy. I got this picture courtesy of <a href="http://dujourmag.com/">http://dujourmag.com/</a></div><div style="border: currentColor;"><br />
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cute drawings about Biba, The Biba bedroom, and Biba Lounge(shiny) </div><div style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;">curtesy of <a href="http://www.malcolm-bird.co.uk/">http://www.malcolm-bird.co.uk/</a> </div><div style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Ahhh to be five years old again, just for a day would be alot of fun. One of my first childhood memories was when we lived in SanFranisco. I remember one morning waking up and going outside, the sky was so blue the clouds were so white and the air was so crisp and the sun was shining brightly and all the colors seemed to pop. I looked up and closed shut my eyes tight and said to myself I want to remember this day forever. I was a strange child,(<i>even then I had strange thoughts</i>) my grandmorther called me an old soul and I do think I've had other past lives but I'll talk about that some other time. I never did forget that day and I think about it from time to time I can still see that beautiful day when I close my eyes. <br />
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These pictures that I took were mostly inspired by childhood itself, and the movie. I actually took most of these pictures on the day that I graduated, and first had no idea how I would use them, I just thought it was a nice concept. I actually wore this outfit to the graduation ceremony. I hadnot planned on it, I was actually going to wear the dress and some sheer black stocking and maryjane heels, but the weather turned out to be unusally cold and rainy that I felt it better to cover up.<br />
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Outfit information, The majority of this get up I got from the thrift store.<br />
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Dress Goodwill Industries -$ 5.00<br />
Shirt Thrift store -$ 1.99<br />
Hat School Fair -$ 15.00<br />
Shoes Target- $ 24.99<br />
Red Balloon -Dollar Store $1.00<br />
<strong>Childhood memories</strong>- PricelessRobinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774958597630953921noreply@blogger.com2