Frances Ha

 

  Frances Ha speaks to me on a personal level, and it does so because I have every reason to believe that this is the story of my life, that I will wake up ten years from now and look back and see everything in those ten years that I saw in ninety minutes tonight. Whether I will be able to maintain the simple contentment with life, if not joy, that I am enjoying now and that Frances manages to eventually start finding, remains to be seen. I can easily imagine myself sharing life with one of my best friends on every level, living "like two lesbians that don't have sex anymore" and going out on weekends in a big city to make bad decisions, being "the same person, just with different hair" then suddenly finding that my other half has moved on and I am left hanging in my extended childhood, incapable of growing up and becoming the boring person following social code and making responsible decisions that I despised all my life; the black sheep that all of a sudden doesn't have her black mate to be black with, and her whole black herd is whiting up and there's not enough bleach for her.

  For one and a half hour tonight I sat in the theater and watched a more outspoken, sociable, spontaneous and blonde version of me in a surprisingly plausible scenario and in a wished-for scenery. I've read enough modern-day, big city AUs and listened to Woodkid's Brooklyn enough times to want to live there for at least a period in my life, yet I know if I brought my wanderlust dream of living in all or this world's biggest cities true, that in and of itself would be a huge accomplishment for me, with my piss poor skills of arranging my life to be liveable on some level and eternal fear of big changes and making them on my own.

  Yet I boldly hope to develop some people skills, and if I manage that, who knows if I won't be living my dreams in ten years instead of this scurrying about this strange thing they call life and stealing glances at it through the skewered lens of literature and cinema.

 text written with one eye open well past midnight, thus mistakes and errors in language may be present. ":]

Tirra goes to the movies (and gets overly excited.)

  So guess who finally got her shit together and went to see Gatsby, only to be met in the theater with this trailer?

  Not to demean the adaptation of Fitzgerald, but I'd lie if I said it was the film that I've been thinking about for the better part of today. Of course, it was great in its own right - I was admittedly impressed with the sheer splendour of the sets and costumes, although the takes that served only to rub the 3D in our faces annoyed me even in the good ol' two dimensions and I got the impression that the concept and overall feel of the film was somewhat unpolished. But... to the point.

  The trailer in question is pasted above for your amusement. If you know the first thing about Woodkid (other than my unhealthy obsession for that goddamn bearded midget), then you've heard Run Boy Run. And if you watch the above video, you'll soon connect the dots that form the reason behind my barely contained velociraptor screech and wild flailing/thrashing in my seat that I kept under control just enough not to attract the attention of the cinema workers who would politely ask whether to call the ambulance or I'll leave on my own.

  (Yes, I got it this bad for his music.)

  Frankly, I'm surprised this film wasn't all over my tumblr dash for past few weeks at the very least; not only it has Alfred (I'm so sorry mr Caine, it's either Alfred or Miles from Inception), dr Banner - I mean Mark Ruffalo - and Jesse Eisenberg along with Morgan Freeman himself; it has sparkling VFX that every person who ever appreciated Tron would drool over, potentially Inception-worthy plot and enough action to challenge any of Marvel's Phase One films. For me, that's enough of a bait to wait eagerly for the premiere, which in Poland is - lo and behold - on 28th of June, nearly a month from now, which, in turn, makes me somewhat glad - its mysterious absence from tumblr, if unbroken by today's premiere, will keep me blissfully spoiler-safe.

  Ever since I first decided movies are my thing soon before JC's rampant CGI blockbuster "Avatar" hit theaters, my life pretty much boiled down to waiting for upcoming films. These days I await an opportunity to see Star Trek: Into Darkness, Man of Steel, Thor: The Dark World (aka In Which Loki's Under Control but His Locks Aren't) and pretty much everything Marvel got up their sleeves; Only Lovers Left Alive and somewhere close to half a dozen other things that slipped my mind for the moment. See, the life of a mass culture appreciator is a busy one.

  I should be blogging less. And less in English. This was supposed to be a bilingual blog, for fuck's sake. x)