So, so you think you can tell, Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain...

Finished with my women 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind...

See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen

I saw this film once, Australian film, it must have been about 5 years ago, I thought it was funny. Really funny, fun performances, snappy dialogue "you'd know all about make-up, your wives must be geishas".

I just saw it tonight for the second time and from the very first scene I was in love. Muriel is magic, they're all magic. Practically every line that comes out of anyone's mouth is comedic gold "I noticed there was lipstick on it", every performance is pitch perfect, the soundtrack is gorgeous and you know what?....Five years down the line I can relate to Muriel more than 98% of movie characters out there...that might be sad to admit, but it's true...and it carries my enjoyment for this movie from one of comedic appreciation to one with a far more touching, melancholy tone.

You're not terrible Muriel, you're wonderful.

These mist covered mountains, are a home now for me...

Wimbledon is coming! The tip top of the tennis year...well in terms of prestige at least, only an idiot would argue that (at least on the mens side) this is the place where the years finest tennis is played. However there is that certain magic that this place has that they could never hope to replicate in Australia, France or the USA.

What's that you say? Obvious result? Maybe so, but if you love watching tennis played then how can you not love watching Roger Federer at work on a grass court in a way that no player has ever played before. I mean it's like watching an artist at work.

I do realise it is VERY predictable and a tad boring but still a pleasure to watch, and hey, it's always fun to see who'll get through the other half to face him in the final.

Of course the landscape of the game has been changed as of late. Rafael Nadal emerges on the scene and seems to beat Roger Federer from pillar to post. Nadal has dominated Federer almost completely on clay but on the grass lost out in the only face off between the two.

Now, on that occasion Nadal was playing maybe his third or fourth grass court tournament in his life and in his first shot at the champion took him to 4 sets. Were Nadal to receive as many shots at Federer on grass as Federer gets at him on clay then the landscape of things to come might be completely different. All in all I'm pretty sure Federer will claim his 5th straight Wimbledon and join Pete Sampras' record but it's going to be very interesting to see how the young Spaniard stand up to him.

Cada dedo en el cuarto señala en mí...

apologías en avance para mierda lengua


uando dos gigantesco talentos cara-apagado es siempre valor el mirar. todavía en septiembre 1951 cuando Elia Kazan's adaptación de Tennessee Williams' A Streetcar Named Desire golpe pantallas él era algo diferente. En uno esquina el doloroso hermoso y doloroso trágico Vivien Leigh; Oscar ganador y estrella de el más grande cuadro en Hollywood historia. En el otro esquina a veinte siete años Nebraskan de el Broadway etapa quién antes de nuestros ojos cambiado la naturaleza del juego.

adoro Vivien Leigh, la adoro con todo mi corazón pero en esta película su funcionamiento thatrical (aunque innegable de gran alcance, mudanza, el harrowing) es rasgado a los fragmentos por un hombre reconstrucción del arte de actuar de la pantalla. No más haciendo, ahora apenas estando. el vivir en el carácter de una manera eso tenía solamente tocado siempre encendido antes.

para ser crudo, cuando Stanley toma el Blanche en sus brazos y tiene su manera con ella. eso es Marlon Brando tener su manera con todo el que vino antes. eliminación todo cada uno pensó que sabían y lo recauchutando en su propio hermoso, brutal imagen.

no CADA hombre es quizá rey...pero éste seguro es.


dedicado a mi amiga rosado
(uno quién puede hacer lo que no puedo)

otra vez apesadumbrado sobre la lengua...

The sound of strangers sending nothing to my mind...

I don't think I really have to say anything else....