As someone who often condemns film and television for being too formulaic I cannot believe I have slept on Spike Jonze’s Her for this long. After about four days of sitting on this film I can safely say that Her is now alongside Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind as one of my favorite love stories ever. Following the separation of his wife, Theodore (Joaquin Phoenix) strikes an odd liking, well not so odd in this future setting, for his operating system Samantha (V.O. by Scarlett Johansson) that soon deepens to a committed relationship. Every scene shared between the them is as enticing as the last, and given that most of the film’s runtime primarily focuses on the two, Her does a great job at fully immersing viewers into their love story. Like Eternal Sunshine, Her is an extremely unconventional tale of love but effortlessly explores the feeling of falling for someone, being in love as well as the detriments of heartbreak.
I never thought I’d call a bug beautiful until I saw this…
Happy Sunday Everyone!
At the moment I am currently working on two really interesting posts that explore what is meant from “strong female character”, a phrase often misunderstood by Hollywood studios and film goers alike. To help me out with my entires, more like well-put together rants, I’d love to know who are some of your favorite female characters in film or possibly television. Feel free to answer in the comments below or on a google form I created here!
Today I realized that my blog has reached over 3000 views, 3 030 to be exact, in the (nearly) 2 years it has been running! This is so incredible and I’m extremely thankful to all of those who took the time to read my posts. WordPress is a community that I have a deep love for. In the real world, people may often neglect the opinion’s of others based on their status – be it social or financial. Some may refuse to hear the words of others simply because of their race/ethnicity, gender, sexuality, religion, and or nationality. But in this digital world, everyone has a chance to speak up and share their thoughts. There are no boundaries. There is no prejudice. WordPress is a place where truly everyone is equal. We are all bloggers. We all started with 0 followers, 0 views, 0 likes and 0 comments. I am so grateful to be part of a community that, unknowingly, is so open, kind and motivating to one another. Thank you all for the views and I can’t wait for the journey ahead here on 4therace!
Jean-Luc Godard’s A Bout De Souffle, or Breathless in English, was my introduction to him and the French New Wave. To my eyes at the time, the handheld camera work, unique editing, and stylistic dialogue of this era of cinema was so completely foreign to me. What really stuck with me after watching this film was the song heard above. It’s sad and pensive but somehow makes me a little happy. I was on the road for a long time last week and had time to think a lot. For some reason I couldn’t help but hum this song the entire journey. To describe it best I can, this song makes me feel like it’s a Sunday morning, or it’s raining outside. It’s like the ringtone that corresponds with your mind when you just want to think to yourself. I just can’t get enough of it.
What immediately captivated me about The Witch was its gorgeous cinematography. Wide shots of landscapes, accompanied with an eerie score, are scattered across the runtime establishing the film’s truly unsettling tone. Like the calm and unsettling nature of The Witch’s visuals, the horror elements of the film are subtle yet increasingly discomforting. Set in 1630 New England, the lives of a sequestered family quickly fall into a world of the wicked when their youngest member, Sam, goes missing.
Dear White People
Changeling – I really loved Clint Eastwood’s score
Cléo from 5 to 7 – I really want to check out the rest of Agnes Vagner’s filmography after this one.
Superman/Batman: Apocalypse – Freaking Supergirl is in this movie. I really love the DC animated properties.
Invasion of the Body Snatchers – thrilling and haunting from beginning to end. Read why it was the film of the week for me here.
Hard to Kill
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Edward Scissorhands – I just love young Winona Ryder and Tim Burton
The Witch – terribly frightening not over the top with its horror. Gorgeous cinematography as well.
What did you watch last month? Let me know in the comments below!
My favourite Christmas gift, without a doubt, was my Marvel Comics encyclopedia that gave the history to every character, fictional location, and alternate universe that has ever been created by the comic giant to the date of its publishing. This encyclopedia sparked my love for Marvel Comics and eventually my love for the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU). Since the release of Iron Man and The Incredible Hulk back in ’08, we’ve gotten 15 movies that have introduced new characters from all over the galaxy. This Friday, the universe will get a little bigger with the release of Spiderman: Homecoming, the 16th entry into the MCU. Based on the trailers, TV spots, and current word of mouth, Tom Holland’s Spiderman looks very promising; possibly the best cinematic portrayal of the character to date. Before I get a little ahead of myself, I thought I should rank my favorite MCU films thus far. So here it is, my 15 favorite MCU films ranked from worst to best.
I hate you. A “Hello” is a “Hello”. Nothing more. Nothing less. But to you it has an underlying meaning. A meaning that you will not desist from unraveling until you have driven me to the point of insanity.
The world does not revolve around you but for some reason you believe that everyone is always watching. No one is, but you assure me that they are. Always. I feel their nonexistent glances everywhere I go.
Anxiety, because of you I cannot breathe. When I should feel safe, I instead feel the world crumbling down on top of me. I stay still but my heart races as if I just ran a mile. I might have friends but you think they all hate me. And if you think so, I think so. I loved myself but you told me I wasn’t worth anything. You hate me? Well, I hate you too.
People are everywhere but you won’t let me talk to them. The hardest part is that no one knows that I have to climb a mountain just to speak. Sometimes I summit, but you aren’t that generous. You start to control my body. I become the puppet and you the puppeteer. I’m awkward enough but you have to let the world know don’t you? Do they see me? Do they notice? Do they hate me. Am I… and your vicious cycle continues.
Anxiety, you’re there almost all the time. Almost all the time. So when you loosen your grasp for that one instant and give me just a little air, life is wonderful. I feel love, and joy, and happy. Because of the lows I feel with you I humbly recognize all the beauty in life.
Anxiety, you destroy me, you eat me alive, you tear me apart but I must say you are a blessing not a burden. You teach me that life is often filled with pain and sadness so that I can hold on to the few, yet precious moments.
Anxiety, I used to hate you but now I love you. I wished you were gone but I want you to stay now. In the most awful way, you managed to teach me that life is a gift.
The Anxious Host
This post was heavily inspired by the rapper Logic’s song Anziety where he delivers a speech that ensures a hopeful future to fans/listeners who suffer of the disorder.
If you suffer from an Anxiety, know that you are not alone…
A short story by Fabrice Nozier
“Amelio,” Ms. Farajah said. “It’s called Amelio”. Sitting at her red clothed roundtable were Ms. Faraja’s first visitors in years, Owen and Anne. “It’ll open her right up. She won’t be able to stop talking,” her elderly voice cracked. After Anne’s husband of three years and high-school sweetheart had suddenly passed away, Owen had done his very best to ease the great emotional pain of his longtime friend. He had tried everything from joint therapy sessions – he was a friend of Anne’s husband as well – to walks in the park, to meditation but all of them led nowhere. The overly bombastic, lively friend Owen once knew in his college days was now shrunken down to a nearly mute woman. Looking down at the jar of the red gelatin substance in front of them, Owen said to Ms. Faraja, “So it’s like a truth serum?”. The frail old lady shook her head “No, it’s Amelio,” she rasped back with her distinctive Mediterranean accent. “She will finally start talking like you asked but whether it’s the truth or a lie… we’ll never know”. Owen stared at his emotionless friend, back at the jar of Amelio and around Ms. Faraja’s weird apartment. Light had barely shone through the thick red curtains but the rooms were just bright enough to see the beady eyes of taxidermied owls. Clocks of all shapes and sizes were scattered across all walls ticking in unison. Tick! Ms. Faraja took a spoonful of the Amelio and smudged it on Owen’s head while he was distracted by the strange aesthetic of her apartment. “Now let’s begin,” she said.