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Last Days and The War of the Red Cliff [Aug. 15th, 2005|03:41 pm]
[mood |Busy]
[music |Scorpions - Life is Too Short]

I want to see Gus Van Sant's Last Days, a Kurt Cobain inspired meditation on the final hours of a gifted musician. Michael Pitt plays the lonely musician.

I heard that John Woo is making a film called The War of the Red Cliff. It takes place about 1,700 years ago in China. It's supposed to be the most expensive film ever made in China.
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A Very Long Engagement [Jan. 20th, 2005|11:52 am]
[mood |contentcontent]
[music |Angelo Badalamenti]

Jean-Pierre Jeunet struck gold with Audrey Tautou in the whimsical romance Amélie. Now they’re back together with A Very Long Engagement, a darkly lovely adaptation of the Sébastien Japrisot World War I novel.
I'm envious of Jean-Pierre; he said that he will do another with Audrey Tautou down the road and that will complete the trilogy. I would love to make a movie with Audrey. She's so beautiful.
I can't wait to watch this one.

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In Love [Dec. 27th, 2004|11:13 am]
[mood |energeticenergetic]
[music |Switchfoot - On Fire]

In the Spring of her twenty-second year, Sumire fell in love for the first time in her life. An intense love, a veritable tornado sweeping across the plains - flattening everything in it's path, tossing things up in the air, ripping them to shreds, crushing them to bits. The tornado's intensity doesn't abate for a second as it blasts across the ocean, laying waste to Angkor Wat, incinerating an Indian jungle, tigers and all, transforming itself into a Persian sandstorm, burying an exotic fortress city under a sea of sand. In short, a love of truly monumental proportions...

Sumire wanted to be like a character in a Kerouac novel - wild, cool, dissolute. She'd stand around, hands shoved deep in her coat pockets, her hair an uncombed mess, staring vacantly at the sky through her black plastic-frame Dizzy Gillespie glasses, which she wore despite her 20-20 vision. She was invariably decked out in an oversize herringbone coat from a secondhand store and a pair of rough work boots. If she'd been able to grow a beard, I'm sure she would have.

Sumire wasn't exactly a beauty. Her cheeks were sunken, her mouth a little too wide. Her nose was on the small side and upturned. She had an expressive face and a great sense of humour, though she hardly ever laughed out loud. She was short, and even in a good mood she talked like she was half a step away from picking a fight. I never knew her to use lipstick or eyebrow pencil, and I have my doubts that she even knew bras came in different sizes. Still, Sumire had something special about her, something that drew people to her. Defining that special something isn't easy, but when you gazed into her eyes, you could always find it, reflected deep down inside.

I might as well just come right out and say it. I was in love with Sumire. I was attracted to her from the first time we talked, and soon there was no turning back. For a long time she was the only thing I could think about. I tried to tell her how I felt, but somehow the feelings and the right words couldn't connect. Maybe it was for the best. If I had been able to tell her my feelings, she would have just laughed at me.
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