I have seen that movie long time ago and just came back to it recently again. I'm talking about "Speak" directed by Jessica Sharzer.
I remember that the first time I saw it I did not understand the movie so well. I just recall a lot of silence, which was a bit confusing concerning the title. Now however, I understand it very well.
Melinda (I reluctantly admit it - great Kristen Stewart) is a teenage girl and the main hero of the movie. We observe her and her strange behavior while the story unfolds. The more we watch the better idea we have about why she is the way she is. Because of the terrible experience she chooses not to speak. She claims that noone listens anyway.
I have not read the book (yet), but I liked the movie very much. Kristen Stewart has finally found the movie when her I-am-in-pain-all-the-time face seems to be a perfect fit. How come the more famous she gets the worst her acting becomes? Well, maybe she can appear only in a certain kind of movies :). Like trouble teenagers/women pictures.
I liked the quietness of the film. It speaks louder than any kind of dialogues. Through it we can see how lonely Melinda is, that she thinks weather to tell her secret to anyone, that she is trying to deal with it. Noone knows why she behaves strangely, her friends turn from her, her parents don't know what to do.
It made me feel sad and somewhat frustrated that people close to her were so obtuse. Maybe, however, we all are like that. We don't notice others and we don't listen after all.
Spathiphyllum is a great plant. I does not need a lot of water or sun and it will survive just fine. Perfect if someone is out of the house a lot and does not want to warry about the plants. It is also very useful. It cleans the air of many pollutants so it would be great to have at home if you have allergy.
Chandi Chowk is undoubtedly one of the busiest markets in Delhi. And also one of the oldest. It was designed by Jahan Ara and built by her father Shah Jahan - the great emperor of India.
It is a place were you can buy all sorts of spices, nuts, vegetables, fruits and probably many more. The traffic is insane, so it is better to find a good riksha man, who will take you around. The air is filled with spices smells. There are things to be seen and bought there, which I cannot even name or place. It is better to see :)
I like European movies, as I think I mentioned before.There are much different from American movies, not only because europeans are different from Americans, but also because we make films differently :)
"Das experiment" follows a story of 20 men, who take part in a psychological experiment. Ten men are prisoners and have to follow any orders from the guards. Guards are given sticks but are told not to use them. They are responsible for keeping order without resorting to violence. As anyone can imagine, the experiment not necessarily goes as planned.
I enjoyed the movie immensely although towards the end it became very violent and unpredictable.
Firstly, I liked the actors, from who I knew only one name Moritz: Bleibtreu from previous movies. This unfamiliarity resulted in more credible story.
Secondly, the actors were superb.
Thirdly, the story progressed slowly but steadily allowing the viewers to absorb the psyche of the characters and maybe consider that they would do in a similar situation. One the whole the story line was great.
After seeing the movie I read somewhere that a similar experiment has taken place in the USA. However, the level of violance rose so rapidly that it was stopped.
Well, the German movie doesn't stop and gives us an excellent idea of what might have happened should the experiment continue.
P.S. Haven't seen the American version yet, and a bit afraid to ;)
Some time ago somebody I used to like (and still do although it is beyond me) wrote me after a long time and told me that he liked me too. He was afraid to tell me that for a long time and didn't know how to do it. He hinted on liking me many times but then denied it again and again.
I was confused and surprised but at the same time pleased. I thought for all this time that maybe I was crazy.
The problem is: after telling me that he misses me and wants to meet and talk a lot, he - stopped contacting me. We haven't exchanged a word for like two months now. And I don't understand what happened. And I wish I could meet him and punch him real hard.
How dears he to crush my peace again? Who am I? He has no decency to leave me alone? Not even that? Who are people to do something like this? Are they so insecure they have to walk all over other people's feelings?
When visiting Japan I heard about a big and beautiful temple in Nara, situated in the middle of a vast park, where the deer roam freely. In this temple you can see the largest in the world bronze Buddha Vairocana statue (almost 15 m tall ans weighs around 500 tonnes), simply known to everyone as Daibutsu (大仏). The name of that magnificant place is Tōdai-ji Temple which means Eastern Great Temple. And by all means - it is GREAT!
The area where the temple is placed is very beautiful and picturesque. I remember walking next to a small pond, the day was sunny and pleasant, there were a lot of people walking around, enjoying themselves. Many parents came with their kids to show them the park or feed the deer.
The first glimpse of the temple is unforgetable mainly because of its grandeur. It's difficult to imagine that the construction of the buildings started around 728, and again we have to admire the effort which was put into erecting it.
The statue of the Buddha has been reconstructed many times already due to, among others, fires and earthquakes. However, his posture, size and the kind face are truly remarkable. To see him properly you have to stand way back or look all the way up. I felt like a tiny ant under the giant's feet. The face and hands of the Buddha encourage us to come forward and escape the troubles for at least a few minutes.
Apart from the statue of Buddha there are also two scary looking guardians of the temple called Ungyo and Agyo. And in the main hall there is a possibility to see how the whole complex used to look before it was rebuild after two fires. Hard to believe, but the original Great Buddha Hall was even bigger than the contemporary one.
Great Buddha Hall (大仏殿 Daibutsuden)
Nara Daibutsu(奈良大仏) - The Great Buddha himself
Pictures by me :)
The friendly deer :)
You can meet the deer everywhere in the park and outside the temple. The deer is said to be a god's messenger. They are quite tamed and well behaved and friendly - sometimes even too friendly ;). Especially when they see food. All around the Nara park you can buy special "deer biscuits" and feed it to the animals.
When you drive in Poland you can see blue spots amongst wheat fields. They are easily visible from the roads. They are of the most beatiful blue color. I have never seen anything similar to that magnificant hue.
You can collect the flowers easily and keep them for a little while to enjoy their sight. Unfortunately, they cannot be turned into dry flowers. They loose their color.
was a glorious day (and one of many). Yesterday I found out that I do not get
people. AGAIN!!! How is it that I have the pleasure of meeting people who say one thing, do
something else and in the end deny saying anything in the first place. Or maybe
I started to misunderstand human speech - what is, of course, possible. What does: I like you, you are my friend and the ultimate - I love you -
actually mean. I always thought that those are quite straight forward things,
where you do not have to think about the meaning too much. I like you is I like
you right? Is there a deep meaning to this or maybe something hidden in the
message. Or I love you? If someone says that or I wanna be with you and I think
you're great and I'm so happy I met you. What does this actually mean? Why the hell do I meet such people, such guys, and what is worse - why am I
stupid to believe what people say. Am I losing my cool or maybe I'm
exaggerating? Maybe I should only listen half way and never believe when I hear
something like that. Maybe I should take a loooooooong time to convince myself
that the words are true? Why do some people toy with others hearts and emotions? I had the pleasure :( of meeting three guys who made me think that I don’t like
guys anymore - and I think that men are great :). First they were head over hills, telling me how great I am, how awesome, how
happy there were to meet me and such crap. They messed with my head and just
when I started to believe it - it stopped. No message, no good-bye, nothing.
Would that be so difficult to let me know that they are no longer interested in
being friends or a couple? Would that be so hard to just tell me or write me
that they no longer wanna contact me? And the funny thing is - they all agreed
to do it if ever they felt like never seeing me again. I’m not the most beautiful or smart girls in the world. I know that. I’m average
but ok. I think. And of course I know and understand that not everybody has to
love me forever. But is it really so painful to let somebody know when you are
no longer interested to BE with someone? Even though it would be difficult for
me to hear or read that I would be so much happier and I would heal much
quicker if I knew instead of wandering what is going on. And how am I supposed to remember good things when it seems like all the things
he said were not true (sometimes I have that impression). If you are not interested in someone do not play with that persons feeling and
do not waste her/his time. Be honest even though its not pleasant, have the
guts to admit the truth. Spare someone’s pain and prevent that person from
I opened the door
cautiously and slowly. I did not want to experience the falling again. It was
so bad the first time. So I opened the door as slowly as I could and peered
inside. It was dark and I couldn’t see much. There was only a small blue light
coming somewhere from a distance. I looked down to check whether I could enter
the room savely. I could not tell. The darknes however wasn’t so bad anymore or
maybe my eyes started to get used to it because I could see something solid
under my feet. The color was still obscured by darkness but I was sure that
something was there. Something to rest my feet on and something that would for
sure prevent me from folling on my face or somewhere even lower. Still, my
steps were careful and deliberate. I entered the room and imediatelly started
to feel the walls. I didn’t know why I was doing that but it seemed somehow
mechanical and not contious at all. I was touching the walls and taking small,
tiny steps forward – to the blue light. It was drawing nearer and nearer when
suddenly – bang. I hit my head on something solid. “Damn”. Did I say it out
loud? I wasn’t sure whether I was alone here. But anyway, it was all in my head
right. I could stand here and swear my mouth off and still noone would know or
Venice is magic. City on water with gondolas and small boats going one way and another, with people owning motor boats and going by them to work and school. Even parcels and delivered by water. Venice is full of bridges and small streets where you can get lost at times, far away from crowds. And then again you can find yourself in the middle of a busy square full of tourists. You can spend days there just wandering around, enjoying the atmosphere and looking at the remarkable place where water is like air.