How times have changed. Not very long ago letters were the best way of getting in contact with far off friends. I remember my sisters college acceptance letters, postcards from Gran, and handwritten notes to a friend in New York.
There is something so personal about a handwritten letter. Even though texts and emails can be received instantly, these sorts of communication rob their audience of anticipation. Frequently I find myself wishing for a nice thick letter to arrive in my box. Letters are more than just words on a page, they representation of time spent on you. It is a rare occasion that I am not musing about friends, yet the quickly sent text does little to express how much I love and miss them.
Continue reading “The Lost Art of Letter Writing”
The establishment or starting point of an institution or activity
An act, process, or instance of beginning
You guessed it today’s topic is about the genesis of an idea. But more importantly it is my idea of fan culture coupled with my review of the 2010 film Inception etc. Back in 2010 I was excited that any director/writer would want to explore the world of dreams. I’ve always found that the inner-life or dream-life of another person was very fascinating. After watching the movie with my “charming” family, their shouts of distaste and spluttering arguments about why the film wasn’t good, got me thinking. Why was everyone saying it rewarded attention?
So I took another look at the film desperate to find answers, and I did. Roger Ebert harped on about the film jabberwocky that churns out unoriginal script after boring sequel and it clicked. Christopher Nolan wasn’t a genius he just makes films that no one really understands so that he can make up the plot when asked. At that point I would consider myself incepted. Why? Because it’s a brilliant idea to tell the audience nothing and slap together pretty pictures that have “a deeper meaning.” There my theory was born. Continue reading ““An idea can transform the world and rewrite all the rules.” Inception”
With the arrival of Cynthia Mort’s (blasphemous) biopic Nina, I think it is high time that I turn some of my anger on the subject of misrepresentation towards a well written blog post. I also think now is a good time to reflect on my deep respect for the creative genius of artists and change makers.
The other night I gathered a few friends and watched the Netflix documentary What Happened, Miss Simone? Continue reading “It is an artist’s duty to reflect the times.-Nina Simone”
Welcome to a land of mystery, vintage curiosities, film theories, and socially constructed ideas that befuddle the brain and incite the senses. This land is my mind and from it comes this blog. I have a few past posts on here that I like and have decided can stay during this reboot. Continue reading “This is not life.-Victor Frankenstein”