25.11.09

Clockwork orange



Last night, inspired by IAMX video of Spit it out, I’ve remembered one of my oldest wishes: to see Stanley Kubrick’s A Clockwork orange. And I did it. For about 131 minutes I set my eyes on the screen to watch one of the most artistic movies in the history. Kubrick along with Tarantino is one of my favorite’s directors ever since Lolita.
My mom asked me what I was watching and when I told her the name of the movie shot in 1971 it didn’t ring a bell. She asked me why a clockwork orange, what was it about. On short “your humble narrator” is telling you now that this movie talks about a British government experiment, somewhere in the future, meant to eradicate the evil from this world. The Ludovico experiment is sort of a brain wash for the most dangerous prisoners at the end of which those treated will have a physical response to violence. Each violent thought or gesture will be accompanied by nausea and sickness. The subject won’t be able to threat the society and won’t be able to defend himself, being just like a mechanical vegetable. But the cure is not on his will, of course. This experiment works like a stimulus, not deep inside the subject’s conscience, not making him realize how awful his crimes were.
To better understand what I’m saying you should watch the movie or read the novel, A Clockwork orange by Arthur Burgess. The main character Alex DeLarge is a young delinquent living in a future London. The movie is a dystopia, just like Brazil. Alex and his gang formed by Dim, Georgie and Pete frequent the Korova Milk Bar where they drink a cocktail of milk and drugs. They began their each night wondering through the city committing robberies, beating innocents, driving like crazy. Their night culminate with a robbery and a rape in a writer house. Along that atrocity Alex croons Singin' in the Rain. Music is a character itself in the movie, Beethoven's 9th symphony being Alex favorite. While listening to Beethoven’s music he imagines scenes of violence that only makes him happier. But this sick mind is tricked by destiny and he commits a crime. Abandoned by his droogs Alex is convicted for murder and imprisoned for the next 14 years. But after 2 years only he hears about this experiment that could help him get out of the prison faster. He is chosen as subject and the experiment begins.
The Ludovico experiment consists in exposing the subject to repeated scenes of violence after being administrated a vaccine. The subject is in a straight jacket and his head and eyelids are strapped so he won’t be able to move. Alex begins to feel sick as a sign of getting better. But his sickness is getting worst when watching scenes of holocaust he hears on the background his dearest Beethoven which he considers to be a sin in such context, out of violence imaginary he associated with.
I’m not going to tell the entire story but I’ll like to comment a little the end of the movie which I thought quite realistic. Like nowadays it seems that good people as in Alex opinion “the victims”, if they try to revenge they will still be the victims, because they don’t have a mean self, they’re just pretending. Is that why at the end of the movie will see Alex not only back to his old self but sealing a pact with the health minister for a common wealth. Despite all the experiments his true nature, the violent one, survives. Despite all the lessons he could’ve learnt along this journey his simple mind continues to produce happiness from violence.
A human being cannot be transformed in its essence like a mechanism of a Swiss watch. The truth will surface sooner or later and it might be more painful then the lie that covered it.

24.11.09

My secret friend

IAMX latest single My secret friend even though strange has a quite interesting video and a complex sound.

16.11.09

How important is a writer?

If the world ends, is there anyway that a writer can be useful to someone? Would anyone choose a writer to a carpenter or an engineer? I’ve seen the other day 2012 and the main hero of the movie is a writer. But that’s just a movie, no? If I’m thinking right, almost never in human history artist were much appreciated, only after their death. To be an artist wasn’t seen as a revenue source but somehow some of us have always been gifted with an artistic skill: a beautiful voice, drawing or painting, writing or just telling stories. And somehow even the ones with less talent where drawn to those artistic forms by something inside their being, something that’s in their genetic line, an inclination to beauty and reverie.
Dreams and imagination and hope built this world as we know it. We’re in debt to writers for some of the most inventions today: like space shuttles and submersibles (see Jules Verne). A writer usually dares to dream at the future, observes and analyzes human nature in different situations. But the things that remain after a writer are its writings not the writer himself. So only the product of his mind is the one that interest the others not his person. If the world ends, everyone will want to be rescued, but only few will be the privileged (if there is a chance for some survivors). My question is there will be a place for a writer among them, or he or she just has to be 100% healthy, well built, no more than 30 years old and skilled at something more practically than writing? I just don’t know the answer at that question. And I don’t want to think that the end is closer than I thought. Because the end can be any moment from now no matter what and I don’t have to live my life depending on how or when the end will be.
I will continue to write until that will not be possible any more no matter what (and please don't get me wrong: I'm not a writer, I'm just a person who writes). I just believe in the power of hope and dreams.

13.11.09

We have strike!

I'm one month older today and Friday 13th doesn't come with very good news. According to the subway employees from Tuesday there will be a warning strike due to what the trains will circulate only after 16.oo hours each day. That means leaving home 1 hour earlier, traffic jams, and nerves. Just beautiful. I'm trying to picture how crowded Bucharest will be at the surface and me crossing it from North to South. Be brave!

I've lost last week's theater festival because there wasn't too much publicity and in short time there were no tickets available. But today is Friday, and that means the weekend comes in quick steps. What can be more appropriate on Friday 13th than going to watch a movie about 2012 Mayan predictions. I'm going to be there at that premiere tonight at 7.



A new club open its gates tonight on Lipscani 19: Rocka Rolla. And if you're not quite into rock and alchool, there is always an alternative. Because until next Sunday, Bucharest is the host of an opera theater festival intitled Life is beautiful. Among the exceptional opera shows like Barbe bleu, Romeo and Juliet, The Merry Widow, you can also participate at dance workshops, books launch paties, exhibitions, ballet, conferences, movie projections at Cafeneaua actorilor, and concerts performed by Tiger lilies on November 13th, and Pink Martini on 22nd.



Let the show begin.

9.11.09

Strange things, my dearest Watson

I thought Halloween was a week ago, but no, strange things happen every day, when you less expect them. Lately I had some strange dreams but that isn't that strange because you can see the weather outside. I also had fever and I was gloomy because of the cold but I do remember to laugh from time to time. Friday I was on my way home and some guy gave me this book. I refused him politely, but he insisted that is free. OK, then, let's see what is about. The book is about psycho killers (just what I need), and has some interesting illustrations. While browsing the book and reading about John Ketch's executions, I raised my eyes to look around. Then I first noticed that the guardians were wearing face masks to prevent flu infection. That was creepy. So I let my book aside and tried to think at something positive.



Today I went to work a little bit later and I took my chance to pay some bills and solve some things I got in plan for this week. So I went off on this horrible weather to the police station, that I found more animated than the last time I've been there. I took some notes and went to the post office to pay the bills. Is there that my nerves got crammed up. There were only 2 ladies working today and is too much telling they were really working, because none of them where in the mood. I was pendulating between the two offices like a crazy to see who's available, and once I got in front of one, the lady left to solve something else. I filled in my form and when finally one of the two was free to help me she told me I have some more fields to fill. She showed me how to, even filled in some for me and I went to finish the job somewhere aside. When done, I went back to her. You know what? She send me fill in another form. Couldn't she told me that from the very beginning? I was boiling already because it was already late and I had to get back the police and then to the office. When my form was finally filled correctly, it took another minutes for that lady to introduce the information, manually, in her computer, and she was no IT expert. Meanwhile, trying to calm down (not a successful task)I was thinking that if I was treating clients the way those ladies were doing it, I might not a have a job at this very moment. By the time I got out the post office, 30 minutes had elapsed. Gee! And off I went running with my scarf in the wind back to the police station and then happily at the office. And as if this wasn't enough for the exhausted me, while at the subway, I noticed someone was staring at me. I was tired, and upset and trust me sometimes I can't see that good without glasses. When I got down I realized it was my new office mate. I went to him and excused myself for not recognizing him. It was really embarrassing. But at least now I'm relieved to know that I have a neighbour among my mates.

Once at the office I realized that the lights above my desk aren't working and I called someone to fix them. The creepy part is that for about 2 hours I was under the menace of those hanging wires over my head, "the light's insides".
Is there anything strange going to happen next. I hope not!

6.11.09

EMA 2009

Green day opened the show with a flamboyant concert. Billie Armstrong changed his hair color (again), turning into a lovely blond punk. The public was delirious while Billie went among the people his guitar in hands singing Do you know the enemy.



Then Katy Perry the lovely excentric host of this year show went on stage singing a mega mix of the best song nominees in a cabaret decor. Her outfits and decors were inspired by 1930 cabaret theme and I enjoyed the most the champagne glass she stood in. The first to be awarded were U2 for the Best Live Act. The band sustained a mini concert at Brandenburg gate in the same line with EMA’s theme: freedom. Beyonce won not one, but 3 trophies for Best Song (Halo – I’m sorry Iol, but I’ve told you is a great song, that girl really has the voice; OK, I don’t wanna be a next Kenny West), Best Female and Best Video (Single Ladies). Thanks to all the fans, Green day were gratified with Best Rock, yes! (my votes have been listened!). Talking about rock, Placebo won the Best Alternative this year. I’m not a huge fan of Tokyo Hotel, but those emo punkie so 80s style guys won the award for the Best Group. Among the other winners this year were: Jay-Z – Best Urban (I would’ve chosen Eminem), the turkey group maNga for Best European Act, Best Male – Eminem, Best Push Artist – Pixie Lot, Lady Gaga – Best New Act (sincerely my votes were for LaRoux), Linkin Park – Best World Stage Performance. It was a great show that Berlin offered in 2009. And it was my first time voting.

3.11.09

Shopping issues

I suppose I'm getting older but a habit is a habit. As it happened last evening. I've got out of the subway and due to this cold November weather and the flu my lips are very dry. So I thought why not buying a lip balm. Firstly I went to the pharmacy. I opened the door I saw the queues and got out as quickly as possible. But stubborn me wasn't satisfied with the situation so I got to the supermarket. I went straight to the cosmetics shelves. While there, I began searching for that lip balm. Meanwhile in my hands landed all sort of other things that I thought might be useful. So by the time I got to the queue in order to pay my shoppings I realized I had dental floss but no lip balm. Then revelation stroke me: what am I doing here with this dental floss thing in my hand when I entered the supermarket to buy something else? Is my shopping impulse so strong that if I don't find what I need I'll buy something else just to buy something after all? So I put everything back and got out of there God speed. I do have some shopping issues. Is there a treatment for that too?