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Does anyone here also like the Finnish filmmaker, Aki Kaurismaki?
After Fallen Leaves that's scheduled to release this month, in May I'll be seeing three of his older films: Juha, La Vie de Boheme, Shadows in Paradise. That's because my city is running the programme dedicated to this guy.
I remember watching The Other Side of Hope on a plane and there's just something about his style that I love. It's like the opposite of Wes Anderson - if anything, he was the Wes Anderson before the sickly sweet colours took precedence.
Truman said he has a DVD of this but still wanted to see this director's cut last Sunday, only he had to shield his eyes for it got so grotesquely twisted at the end. I loved the characterisation (losers before monsters), colour grading, set design, and dialogue (written by a woman, who won Best Screenplay at the film festival).
I'm glad to have discovered so many old gems through him that I wouldn't otherwise have thought to watch. Cinema is wonderful.
Dreamt an old high school classmate had just passed away from his alcoholism. It wasn't even someone I talked to at all, and he's the last person I'd expect to even touch a drop. But before this I kept thinking how Dr. Wanless should have Isaac (which my classmate was called) for a first name, and Morton can then be his middle. That way it'd read, Dr. I. M. Wanless. I deliberately chose this surname for its meaning: hopelessness; despair - there's even a debate that it could very well mean "free of sadness" actually. It could also be spelt as Wandless, hence "I am wandless". Much like how his patient, Ernst, thinks to finally let go of his conductor baton.
Anyway, I've been still very burnt out, obviously. Had to nap for a couple hours, this time dreaming of a rando, maybe American, in his shorts, white socks and sandals, with a white cap covering curly black hair down to his ears, Laying about morosely in his camping chair, on the lawn, and when he went for a smoke break inside his van, it seemed he used an e-cigarette (in fact he'd made his own business selling these), forest green with "MYSTERIOUS" printed on it. I saw stacks and stacks of it. Perhaps he wasn't having a good time 'cause people thought his cigs were crap.
When he went to lay in his chair again, a blonde little girl skipped over to him, and he scooped her up. Probably his daughter. He asked her how she was able to remember so many memories at her tender age, and she simply brought out this toy wand, with quite a few colourful buttons and a bubblelike globe on the top. "If you press this, and this, and this, you will remember what you want to remember."
I felt like the dad here - already that seemed easier said than done. But he still smiled, and took her back to the house. And then I woke up, still groggy as heck but cooked dinner. For once I felt normal.
Despite dreaming of depressed people doing depressing things.
Coloured over commute. (orig)
Coloured while in bed. (orig)
"At least with you," Leonie tells Ernst after he has told her of his plans to disband. "I'm not alone. Ernst, I want us to go on together."
"If you want to be together," Ernst says airily. "Then you should've joined this one called... the Morgenrot Chamber Orchestra."
Art had refused his offer to help.
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Conch and cigarettes.
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The dark side of the moon.
The third statue lamp.
11 vs. 32.