The mystery is solved. Quentin Taratino is the Inglourious Basterd. And of course that title also rightly applies to the idiots stupid enough to pay $9 to watch it. Suck Taratino's balls. You're either going to love this movie or hate it. It trivializes everything of course--actually, most movies do that but we are hardly made aware of it. All movies trivializes history, violence, manipulates audience's emotions to a certain degree. But never to the same outrageous extent that INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS does. Well, I don't know. I hated it, but couldn't help smiling at the end. I don't know what that says about Taratino. But I do know what that says about me and people who walk out of the theatre praising Taratino's sense of humour. I cried during a violent scene in the beginning, and when the whole movie just spiralled into nonsensical chaos, I felt irked, duped. Basically I feel like a fool. But I guess that's ok in the end, after all Taratino is willing to make a fool of himself and the audience and a serious historical subject. Caricaturizing Hitler and the S.S doesn't seem such a crime afterall. History itself is hardly ever fair, seems like it does alot more to make fun of it than to make yet another Schindler's List kind of thing. In the end, I guess, it's ok to be a fool. Of course, no one will be foolish enough to take the movie seriously enough to get angry and offended by it. But I can definitely see why some would hate it. It's still a wonder why I don't. Still, it's hard to get too mad with something blatantly stupid, obviously tasteless and just trying so hard to be frivolous.
By: Nippy | Friday, September 25, 2009 at 4:42 PM | | 
Just read "Calling" by Richard Ford in the library. Again, as it usually is with the really excellent writers, I am so moved that I had to go back again and again to read the last part. I never know when it happens, or how. Which part, or was it the whole that made me feel the way I do at the end. It's beautiful how everything comes together to that sensation at the end. How does it happen? How do they know which insignificant detail would remain significant and haunt the readers for a long long time. How did he know? And if writing is a form of play, (a play with language, with reality) how do they(writers) know which form to twist their stories into so that it means so much more than the sum of its parts? And someone who has read their mish-mash of details can leave it completely changed? What are the stakes, the risks and what is the reward at the end of the day?
By: Nippy | at 2:50 AM | |
I'm always excited about writing. I'm currently in a creative writing class, it's great, I really hope I learn how to improve my writing. As always things that i have too high an expectation of is bound to disappoint. So I'm just going to enjoy myself and the process. I hope that I will be lucky enough to meet people who share the same passion and will be kind enough to guide me along. Anyhow, this is a quote I found recently. Believe it or not, here it is.
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school...It will be proved to thy face, that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of noun and a verb, and such abominable words as no CHristian ear can endure to hear.
--William Shakespeare, 2 Henry VI, 4.7
By: Nippy | Friday, August 28, 2009 at 7:54 AM | |
Feels like it's been so long, since we celebrated turning 16.
Suddenly, it's seven years down the road
and I wonder what are you all doing tonight
will you all sit at a table surrounding by drinks and talks and laughter?
I wonder
where did all those years go?
the 21st birthday, the trishaw rides
how long ago was it?
since I stood on a balcony
pouring water onto the sunflowers below me?
and how long more
what will happen?
Who will I meet?
Will they make a difference
like you all did
perhaps time will have an answer,
but I'll just have to wait and see.
By: Nippy | Friday, August 21, 2009 at 2:39 PM | |
Oh God. I've never dreaded first day of school like today.
My math instructor is quite a character. I just wish he'll talk human. He uses language mathematically. I'm serious.
So far, all my classes seem to suck. I shouldn't complain but I just don't feel up to it this semester.
By: Nippy | Tuesday, August 18, 2009 at 12:33 PM | |
I don't remember much of the book now. Only that she said "The moon makes children of us." That is the only line I still remember. I wonder where it is right now? Floating somewhere in the world.
Last night as I walked home from the bus stop, I realized how right she is. The moon makes children of us. It hung there like half a watermelon, glowing.
I have been wanting to write a story for a while, but.
that's the thing--but.
There's always : but.
By: Nippy | Sunday, August 16, 2009 at 2:32 PM | |
Haha no dirty references intended. Just thought I'll drop you all a note.
Some mysteries:
The other day, at civic center, by the main library, I saw a seagull stealing a homeless guy's lunch.
Today, I found a walking cane (a beautiful one) leaning outside of a pub, abandoned.
I'll be applying for schools this fall. Wish me luck, I really hope I can get some kind of grant or fellowship, that way I can move out of the city and even farther, perhaps out of state.
By: Nippy | Friday, August 14, 2009 at 1:21 PM | |
I was at a dance performance with my sister. It was painfully boring. Oh my God. It was horrible and to think we paid money for that shitty performance. It was mind-numbingly, unbelievably, insanely boring. To top it off, it refused to end. I breathed a sigh of relief thinking that the first dance (In five bloody movements) was over. BUT NO! They came back out with more of the same boring stuff. We left at intermission. We didn't think we can sit through another 45 minutes of the self-indulgent, repetitive and overly conceptual choreography. It was pretentious. I fantasized an earthquake, with the ceiling collapsing on stage killing all. I wouldn't mind if I got crushed in process. It was really that bad. I am not exaggerating one bit.
What's mind boggling though, is that they got a standing ovation after the first half. We came to the conclusion that those were family and friends. Either that, or the people had really bad taste, or maybe we just completely missed the point.
By: Nippy | Saturday, August 08, 2009 at 2:44 PM | |
