The One With "Mystic River"
I saw this film today (yesterday) completely by accident. In the sense that I didn't know it would be on and I only briefly checked the RTE listing and happened upon the title. As soon as I did though, it was immediately my first priority as it was the "Sean Penn film I've wanted to see since it came out." What can I say… this movie affected, touched and impressed me in a way that very few had done before it and very few ever would. In fact, I don't remember the last film that touched me as deeply as this one did. Sean Penn is one of my favorite actors, and I'm pretty much used to his incredible acting ability, but his heart-wrenching performance in "Mystic River" still blew me away. Needless to say it was one Oscar that definitely went to the right place. Of course, not to undermine the supporting performances of Marcia Gay Harden (another favorite), Tim Robins (not a favorite, but I'd be a fool not to recognize his talent), Kevin Bacon (again, a wonderful actor) and the rest. This film is an emotional and psychological masterpiece. I'm not a fan of Clint Eastwood. I'm sorry, I'm just not. And yes, I've seen some of his films, and neither hit the right chord with me, but this one… this one left me breathless and speechless. Whoever asks, I recommend this film a hundred times over and a hundred times again.
The movie opens with three 11 year old boys playing on the street. They spot a wet cement square on the sidewalk and decide to write their names in it. Sean and Jimmy do, but just as Dave is half through his name, a car pulls over and a man walks out of it, pretending to be a cop on the lookout for troublemakers. He asks the boys for their addresses, and consequently forces Dave into the car (seeing as he's the only one who doesn't live on that street), supposedly to go talk to his parents. We are left with Jimmy and Sean watching as the car drives away with Dave in it. Only four days later does he manage to escape the pedophile that held him captive in a basement and return home, but he is never the same. The boys grow up into men and the cement dries out… with Dave's name still incomplete, indicating that the lives of all three of them stopped in that particular moment and this moment is now forever "carved in stone", and also that we already know that Dave's story would never be complete.
Neither Sean, nor Dave, nor Jimmy strayed too far from the neighborhood. Their friendship is gone, but they are still tied together with the invisible strings of that one fateful moment, and the cement plaque is still on that street, and now Dave walks there every day, walking his son Michael to and from school. He has become a middle-class working man; somewhat quiet and reclusive, still haunted by the ghosts of those four days and emotionally and psychologically deeply scarred. His dark secret is safely kept from his son, and his wife, who walks on eggshells around him and is full of uncertainty and doubt about her husband's behavior – an expected psychological response of someone in her condition. She would not ask the question that hovers between them, but she can't allow her fears to rest either because he keeps resurrecting them with everything he does. Sooner rather than later, she would explode… and that final straw would be one from which there is no turning back.
Jimmy is an ex-con whose life deteriorated into crime more or less since adolescence and he traces his entire life back to that one fateful moment, supposedly believing he was reborn into what he has become because he got "spared". What if he had gotten into that car, he keeps wondering… Katie would have never been born. His daughter was the second most important event in his life as it was for her that he came around after he had been released from prison. But there is more than minor cons in Jimmy's past; there is also murder and a body lying on the bottom of Mystic River, and a fatherless family to whom he sends monthly and anonymously 500$ to supposedly appease his guilty conscience. He is a tough and somewhat bitter man, running a local store, and in a way also running their small community with his ex-cons friends. Inside his walls however, he is a loving husband and father to his three daughters, but most of all to his eldest, Katie, 19 year old and the apple of her father's eye. He is more protective and attentive to her than anyone; she is his angel, his treasure… until the day comes when the police find Katie's body.
Sean has become a police officer, and unlike Jimmy and Dave, whose wives are cousins yet they still lead separate lives, is not related to either of them and has not said more than the occasional 'hello' on the street to his childhood friends. He is Jimmy's opposite pole; the person who went up as Jimmy slid down; they are now on the opposite sides of the law, bound by those invisible strings that go through Dave, but what will happen if you take Dave out of the equation? He is the one that binds them together, yet ironically is the one keeping them safely apart. Take Dave out and they will have to face the fact they are now enemies. While Dave's wife is haunted and terrified, and Jimmy's wife is strong and influential, Sean's wife is the quiet one. She has run away with their baby daughter, whose name he doesn't even know and since then has been calling him regularly but never saying a word. He doesn't understand why, doesn't even know why she left, and no wonder as the reason she left was that he did not see her. He doesn't see what's right in front of him. He doesn't see his wife, doesn't hear her when her silence speaks volumes, doesn't know his daughter's name… all are symbolic of his distance. He distanced himself from his two friends more than they distanced themselves from one another. He repeatedly states they are no longer his friends, that he owes them no allegiance. Dave is tortured by the nightmare, Jimmy is haunted by it as his conscience, although he is a criminal and a murderer, is the most sensitive of the three and he feels guilt for being spared the horrors. Sean, as opposed to both of them, is in complete denial. He has cut himself off completely. What will he do when he finds Katie's body; what will he tell Jimmy? "God said you owed another marker. He came to collect"?
When Katie's body is found, the existence of these three men and even these three families are turned upside down once and for all and nothing is ever the same. This complicated yet seemingly simple story is told in performances, namely in that of the main character, Jimmy. Maybe it is the daughter in me and as much as the thought alone makes me shudder, I could not help but see my father in his situation, and I have to say that I literally broke into tears several times throughout the film, all of which were his scenes, the first and most powerful being the one when they discover Katie's body. His performance chilled me to the bone. When that broken father takes justice into his own hands, things become much more complicated, as he would avenge his daughter first and ask questions later, and suddenly there is another family due 500$ a month, only this time the victim is truly innocent.
One man is consumed by scars that are cutting deeper and deeper into him, but although he plans to be free from them, he never will be. Another man is so overcome by grief and anger that he will easily channel that frustration into the only person who is in retrospect responsible for it all: in a twisted way, in Jimmy's mind, the guilt for not being abducted instead of Dave originated in the fact that Dave was abducted in the first place. While a rational mind would know better and channel that guilt into kindness, a mind plagued with the worst kind of grief will cannel it into insane blame and suddenly the person he had felt compassion for will become his primary target, especially as false and misleading evidence keep dangerously falling into place. And what will do the man who must stop him? Will he keep him in check and try to prevent the inevitable or will he let it happen in hope they would all be finally free? Even more importantly, can they ever be truly free regardless of the conclusion?
This complex and stunning storytelling leaves no room for daydreaming. Full of symbolism and subtext, there is much to understand and attempt to analyze, and there is no room for worthless philosophy as there is no way to make the situation into something it's not. The grim facts of life are laid bare before you and you have little choice left but to accept them as they are.
In a nutshell… you couldn't put two hours of your time to a better use.
Mood: Impressed
Listening to: Greenday - Boulevard Of Broken Dreams
Posted on Mon, Aug 27 2007 @ 04:52
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The One With The Anniversary
Today is my two years anniversary in Ireland. It's a bit difficult to believe because I actually forgot all about it until something reminded me (I don't even remember who it was). In a way it doesn't really feel like two years, but more like I've been here my entire life. I supposed it's true what they say; that time flies when you're happy, and honestly, I couldn't be happier. Of course, not everything is exactly dream material, but it doesn't matter because there's good and bad in everything, the question is how much good and how much bad, and in comparison, there is so little bad here that you can't help but only notice the good. I love this country. I'm so completely in love with this country, and it is without a doubt the best thing that ever happened to me. I thank the gods for the past two years.
I forgot to mention, I think, that we got new tills at work, and while for regular staff it's a matter of readjustment, for us supervisors it's pure hell. I actually thought the new tills would mean less work, but it just happened not to be the case.
Now we can no longer "dream away our days", we actually have to be there, all the time, incase someone makes a mistake or someone needs this or someone needs that. In the past we could actually use shortcuts like giving someone our key and teach them the basics of how to use it, which allowed us more freedom, but we can't do that anymore because now there is no bloody key and we have to attend every single staff member in person, never mind the fact there could be 6 of them ringing for us at a time. Oh and of course there are the rest of the managerial duties, such as keeping the right amount of people on, knowing where every single person is at any time (and getting them on when needed) and making sure they help keeping the tills clean when possible. And of course we have to do that while attending to all those who need us in this very instant. Have I mentioned I hate those new tills? I friggin' hate those new tills and we've only had them for a couple of days. Bloody hell. 
My dad and I installed Skype so now I can talk to my parents without having to ring them.
Most importantly it saves money, so I'm sure we're both happy with that. I just hope it won't fall through because my internet connection is anything but reliable (even to stay on for two minutes straight). We had our first on-line conversation today though and it wasn't at all that bad, so no real complaints so far. If it continues working, it'll be grand. 
On to more good news, I managed to save about 10,000 euro, which is more or less what I had planned on, so by the end of the month, I'll be able to pay off quite a portion of my next year's tuition as my first installment. I'm very happy about it, even though I don't know where to get the rest just yet… 
And on to some not-so-good news. It seems more and more that Rome is going to be packed away in that dark corner of my memory titled "unfulfilled dreams".
I checked the Ryanair costs for tickets and it appears that it's cheaper for me to fly to London and from there to Rome than directly to Rome from Dublin, and even then, it's almost 90 euro return. It's just so much, and I simply can't do that. Besides, I have nobody to go with, and for a change I don't really want to go alone. I'm the worst person to travel with (the "camera permanently attached to my hand" part kinda covers that), and I'm insanely jealous of my freedom and privacy, but I really think it'd be better if I went with someone rather than on my own. And at the moment, there is no one who'd go with me, so… like I said, just one of those dreams. 
Mood: Happy
Listening to: Rasputina - Transylvanian Concubine
Posted on Fri, Aug 24 2007 @ 19:02
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The One With The Titanic
I was watching the Titanic DVD yesterday and, not to state the obvious, as spectacular as this film was, I was slightly more curious about the historic commentary that was promised to be in the special edition rather than the film himself. I am a renowned history freak, but Titanic has always been something I have been particularly interested in, even up to the point of writing a paper about it in school. So, of course, I was very excited to find there was a historic commentary track on the DVD, and most of all, I was looking forward to learning so many new things about the ship and the sinking. Instead… I felt I was silently teaching the commentators. 
I don't know what their names were, or rather I don't remember, but it doesn't even matter. In a nutshell, there were two men, who supposedly were historical consultants on the set, and one of whom may or may have not written several books about the Titanic (I don't know, I didn't really listen to that part, not that the rest proved to be much worthier). Already in the very beginning of the commentary I realized it was going to be a disappointing disaster. One of them was going on and on about the sets, and not that he actually said something about the set that was worth listening to, but even what he did said should have been in an art-related commentary, if such existed, rather than the historic one. I think he mentioned how much he loved the sets (yes, pretty much along the lines of "I loved the sets, it was brilliant, it was gorgeous, blab la bla") about a hundred times throughout the commentary, virtually discussing little else, if at all, and even interrupting his mate to say, once more, how much he loved the set. Somewhere towards the middle of the film, I wanted to lock him and his blasted set in some dungeon where nobody could find them.
The other guy was much better, granted (I think that was the one who wrote the book, but even he was getting carried away into the film or into his mate's babbling and barely mentioned anything that was memorable or educational.
For example, there was this pivotal moment of Benjamin Guggenheim and his valet stepping out on the grand staircase, and him saying his famous line, "We're dressed in our best and are prepared to go down as gentlemen." I'll give the so-called historian credit where it's due, he did try to insert something at that point, and possibly would have, had the other one not set off about the set, again. He later sort of redeemed himself, but there is no doubt it was a moment gone, and one of many. Seriously, this line of Benjamin Guggenheim became world famous after the sinking and has ever since been associated with the story of Titanic, and of course, it appeared in the film. If you're doing a historic commentary, how could you not give it the respect it deserves?
They barely mentioned Olympic, and didn't mention Britanic at all, which was stupid, because people should know these things, they also barely spoke about Titanic's construction or the fact that it was indeed an Irish ship built in Belfast, and even the film brushed upon this topic, however little (believe it or not, but so many people I speak to actually wholeheartedly believe Titanic was an English-made ship). Not to mention the ship's size, luxury, etc., which are topics they barely touched, yet they are essential to a historic commentary, if you bear in mind what a record-breaking phenomenon it was at its time.
They said absolutely nothing about the historical implications of Titanic's sinking, although their importance couldn't be stressed enough in terms of that the disaster and the lessons learned from it literally irreversibly reformed the laws and regulations concerning speed, ice patrolling and warnings, safety measures on deck, lifeboats number, and even the construction of vessels. Titanic's disaster bore incredible historic implications and in the historical commentary of the film of all places, they were utterly ignored.
As for the people, it gets even worse.
They did give a nod to the tragic beautiful story of Isidor and Ida Straus, who refused to separate and died together in the disaster (I liked that they mentioned that Rose jumping back from the lifeboat was actually inspired by Ida Straus, who did it in real life to stay with her husband), but on the other hand, the Gordons were completely ignored, and being (as far as I know) the most prominent couple to survive the disaster (both husband and wife were rescued, and not from the water, but in a boat). I personally don’t remember seeing them at all during the disaster scene. In fact, all you see of them is a brief scene in which Rose introduces them to Jack. They mentioned nothing of J.J. Astor, the wealthiest man onboard, who after securing his wife Madeleine in a lifeboat saved many people from almost certain death (there is a rumor saying that he was the one who also opened the kennels and let the dogs escape and fight for survival, which actually resulted in three dogs surviving the disaster), in spite of the fact that he himself never got into a lifeboat and his barely-recognizable body was discovered by some miracle over a week later. 
I'm not even getting into the other people they never even mentioned, but that can be overlooked since they may have not been as important in comparison. The only truthful representation was of Molly Brown, but they could have mentioned in the commentary that she actually did take charge of her lifeboat and she, together with the other women in it, rowed the boat themselves. Maybe worthless in today's world, at the time, it was quite the story to tell.
The point is, you can't do historical commentary the way they did it. Not only was it poorly executed all around, but bearing in mind the film is Titanic, it was downright embarrassing.
When people listen to historical commentary, they expect to learn something. They don't expect to be told something they've already seen or already know, and the more impressive and historically accurate the film is, the more one would expect from its commentary, and Titanic was most certainly the most impressive and most accurate in terms of set design (yes, the bloody sets), and the general facts of the sinking and atmosphere of the era. As far as telling the story of Titanic in terms of staying true to the emotions and feelings of going through it and surviving to tell the tale, and seeing the good and the bed of that wondrous Unsinkable Ship, this film could not have been done better. But for heaven sake, there are people in the world who think that Jack and Rose really existed! Well, at least they covered that in the commentary… 
Mood: Disappointed
Listening to: The Lord of the Rings - The Two Towers
Posted on Wed, Aug 22 2007 @ 22:24
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The One With The Frustration
I realized there have been no quotes recently, so I'll try to change that to the best of my ability from now on, but here is something to start with from yesterday:
Eimear: Where do you live?
Me: Across the bridge.
Eimear: I live far away…
Claire: I live under the bridge.
Me: You live under the bridge?
Eimear: Are you a troll?
Claire: I prefer the term Leprechaun.
Generally speaking though, work-wise things have been unusually crappy lately. Not only because I'm in my hate-everyone stage (as I found out today, it also apparently was my time-of-the-month, so yay), because that's mostly excuses. I'm just so tired of certain things and I just couldn't give a fuck anymore even about the tiny bit of political correctness that is supposedly still inside me somewhere. And what's frustrating even more is that there is all this tension at work and everyone is so good in putting their perma-happy masks on and only letting their frustration out when it's "safe" that I seem to be the only one affected by it. I get it that no one actually expects me to do anything about it; I know them well enough to know (I'm overusing the word 'know' again) they're perfectly fine just not doing anything about it until/unless it's time to explode. But on the other hand, it actually does seem like they expect it from me of all people because I'm supposed to be the one with the so-called influence, and I'm supposed to be the one who doesn't care about looking bad in the end of all this, and frankly, it's seriously fucked up. 
I finally downloaded "Grey's Anatomy"'s music collection from seasons 1 and 2 a while back (forgot to mention). Well, for starters, I most certainly will not be bothering with the third season or any of the seasons that will follow. Out of the almost 200 songs that collection contained, I may have found a handful that I liked. Not even loved, but liked enough not to send them flying to the recycled bin. I will now be referring to this "soundtrack" as Music for the Dead. Because seriously, if you're not already dead while listening to this music (and you're almost certainly bound to be), it will most definitely kill you in the process. It is honestly beyond me to understand how such a good show could have such an insanely crappy soundtrack. I never actually thought about getting into the music on Grey's and having downloaded it, I know why. With the obvious exception of Snow Patrol and The Fray, this soundtrack, as a whole, is almost entirely dead. It's graveyard music, funeral music, that's what it's fit for. And to make things worse, it consists almost completely of pop, pop and some indie in the mix. Honestly… it's such a shame. I couldn't help but comparing it with the music on Buffy. I remember that after nearly every episode I was so excited to get this song, and this song, and that song because they were simply so good. And it wasn't just me; every hardcore Buffy fan knew exactly where to go because there were dozens of websites dedicated to little but the music featured on "Buffy the Vampire Slayer", more often than not broken down to episodes with specific scene descriptions and with a download available on the spot. The music was not only great, it was an integral part of the show. Not to mention that BtVS employed two wonderful composers, Christopher Beck for seasons 1-5 and Robert Duncan for seasons 6-7 who created the most magnificent scores. I'm so sorry to say that Grey's Anatomy, in comparison in that respect, sucks even more.
I finally saw "Once upon a time in Mexico" last night. I actually thought this film was really good, on all accounts. First of all, a memorable and classic performance by Johnny Depp, who even in a supporting role managed to draw every last bit of the audience attention to him. Antonio Banderas doesn't fail to impress as well, to say the least. He was wonderful, as was the rest of the supporting cast in their roles, however small. The music was absolutely magnificent, and the directing and cinematography also left nothing to be desired. All in all, I feel now it was a clearly underrated film that many critics butchered for what appeared to be no reason. I agree that it had a rather corny plot, and the characters were also a bit stereotypical, but all in all, with the help of Depp and Banderas at least, I think it's safe to say it managed to rise above all that. I might even be getting it on DVD, who knows.
Oh and a bit of news about the progress of this site's design… I finally decided on a theme, now I just have to figure out how to develop it to my satisfaction. 
Mood: Frustrated
Listening to: Santana - Maria Maria
Posted on Mon, Aug 13 2007 @ 01:00
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The One With The Parcel and Predator
Got a parcel from my parents with loads of goodies, main one being my trusty "Lord of the Rings" book (take a wild guess what's next on my (re)reading list). I actually almost didn't get it because my mom for some reason didn't put Dublin in the address. So I kinda made her feel bad about it for a while because I thought I had lost my book, so she's like, "I'll buy you a new one, it's 'Lord of the Rings', you can get this book anywhere." And I'm like, "It's my book, it's not just any book." It is my book; I've had it for years and it's like an old friend, like all of my favorite books, actually. The more I love the book, the "closer" is our friendship. Don't really care if there are millions more in mass-production somewhere. I have favorite books that are seriously worn out from reading, but I still wouldn't replace them with new ones. I'm a freak. Oh well.
So anyway, my sweet "little" book is now here, and it's sleeping on my bed as I occasionally go through the appendices, warming up before my official "Lord of the Rings" reread begins (probably sometime next week).
Talked to Jackie today about getting some extra hours next week and apparently she just didn't think I'd want to do the late-night full-day shifts because I hadn't asked in a while. Well, god, I didn't know I needed to ask. I always thought the fact I was broke and so would do pretty much any shift was pretty obvious, but apparently not. Anyway, it's all settled now. I got the hours, everyone's happy. Well, except me. I mean, I did get the hours, but when I'll have to actually do those shifts I'll be more on the miserable side.
I'm watching "Predator" now. That's a blast from the past. It feels a bit weird watching this film because daddy is not here and I used to watch all these movies with him; usually just the two of us in the living room, occasionally with my brother popping in and out. It's gory and bloody and Schwarzenegger-pre-governor and so totally 80's. I kinda wonder why I'm watching it at all. Probably really is the nostalgia of it al. also, a film is not worthy without Schwartzy and friends shooting off leaves with rocket launchers. 
I'm going to redesign this website soon (hopefully within the next three weeks or less). I haven't made up my mind about the new design yet, but I know it will probably involve recoding the entire site into PHP, which I'm not exactly looking forward to. Either way, in three weeks' time…
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Posted on Sat, Aug 11 2007 @ 01:00
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