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....

I read the news today, oh boy...

Why I love the movies...oh, where to begin.

It's Brando screaming Stella,
Deniro begging to know why
Pacino screaming Attica
and Big Jack slapping Faye.

It's Scarlett swearing to God,
Olivier channeling the bard,
It's Brucie dying hard,
John McCabe and his cards.

It’s Bette preparing for a bumpy night
Ossie begging Spike to just do right
It’s Gillis face down in the pool
It’s Johnny as Jack, acting the fool

It's Dickie and Liz wondering Who's Afraid
Buster Keaton after the train
Cary Grant and the bi-plane
Gene Kelly in the rain.

It's Jean-Pierre Leaud on the beach
Belmondo and Seberg strutting the street
Totoro in his tree
Redmond Barry losing Nora Brady

It's Jimmy Cagney, top of the world
Bogart giving up the girl
It's Gable without his vest
Walken's Russian roulette

It's Almodovar and his mother
Sarah Miles taking a lover
It's Robert Mitchum's LOVE and HATE
Bonnie, Clyde and their grizzly fate

It's Leo and Kate on a sinking ship
Dave Bowman on one crazy trip
It’s Monty Clift just trying to fit in
It’s a fellowship escorting a ring.

It’s Batty saving Deckard
Spielberg and his shark
It’s Jimmy Dean being torn apart
Fredo breaking Michael's heart

Elias on his knees, arms in the air
It’s Greta Garbo’s icy stare.
Audrey learning to be Fair.
Mowgli, Bagheera and the bear

It’s Kate and Henry signing a generation off,
The lion king being held aloft
Charlie Chaplin eating his boots
Luke Skywalker discovering his roots.

It’s three men waiting for a train
Mr. Orange in a world of pain
Henry taking Karen in the Copa
In Harman’s Head with Pyle and Joker

It's Han Solo to the rescue
Charlie Kane in Xanadu
Stallone knowing he'll lose
Jack Lemmon on the booze.

It’s Jimmy Stewart’s wonderful life
The Red Shoes on the queen of Fife
Fitzgerald's steamboat coming out of the river
Marilyn Burns' wails of fear

It’s Fay Wray in the hands of the ape
Christopher Reeve adorned in the cape
Sheen slaying Brando to the wails of the Lizard King
It’s Norma Jean’s skirt blowing in the wind

It's John Wayne in the doorway
Lee Marvin walking the halls
Arnie cutting out his eye
That bridge over the Kwai

It's a massacre on the Odessa steps
A boy's blind faith creating a bell
Travis Bickle's own personal hell
Sam the Lion's great lament

It's Wilder and Diamond letting us know that nobodies perfect,
Woody Allen's sex with someone he loves,
It's Ingmar Bergman saying with silence, what so many can't say with words.

It's train pulling into a station
D.W Griffith, birthing a nation
Federico Fellini's Dolce Vita
Satyajit Ray's Aparajito

It's T.E Lawrence, robed in white
Marty and Sissy dancing in the night
It's Henry Jones Jr. with eyes tight shut
It's an eyeball, about to be cut

It's Pontecarvo's Algiers
Robert Dupea shedding a tear
It's Brando and Schneider on a last tango
The showdown for Blondie, Angel Eyes and Tuco

It's a blind man on the edge of the cliff
Bethel in awe of Hendrix's riffs
Ripley, Bishop, Newt and Hicks
Winslet, Lynskey and a brick

It's Stern typing Schindler's List
The five booming notes of the mothership
It's Richie Tenenbaum slicing his wrists
The Conquistador's emerging from out of the mist

It's Edwin S. Porter's great train robbery
Alan Shepard going into orbit
It's over 100 years of history
From George Melies' Voyage to the Moon
To Eddie Murphy's Norbit