The Exploding Girl : An Oddly Tranquil Experience

i enjoyed watching this movie for the second time ,with my family.
The story line is pretty simple ;a cracked relationship between Ivy and her boyfriend(followed by some phone calls) and a blossoming relationship with her longtime guy pal Al.(Mark Rendall).
The movie is minimal in terms cinematic expression ,yet it conveys a purely humanistic message through some deliberate facial expressions or some ultra-slow story telling style.It might seem weird but "The Exploding Girl " reminded me of Robert Bresson movies.It was one of best samples of american independent film making prospect. Just like Carrie Ricky(Inquirer Movie critic) described "An oddly tranquil experience".

The Exploding Girl
year : 2009
Director : Bradley Rust Gray
Starring : Zoe Kazan, Mark Rendall,Maryann Urbano

The Morning Light

Blurred and pale
I saw your face
As my body rests
Everything has languished
But the sense
Of a memory fading


The morning light
So thin I can feel it breaking
It crosses the wall
Towards my body


The wall above
I saw it changing
In the morning light
Emptiness expanding
Wounds kept fresh
Through careful tending
Daylight Dies

Big Fan

A very captivating movie,well-produced and skillfully played.
Big Fan depicts the pathologic projection of weak and downtrodden souls into the well-known public figures.It is an accurate criticism of the unwise idolization.The so-called role models or celebrities' unjustified stand and outstanding position, is hugely under fire by Robert D. Siegel.the undeserved alluring social prominence by some unworthy individuals doomed to play the super-star persona of modern days.
In my opinion the movie manages a neutral yet critical attitude toward both sides of the strife:the bubble formation of frail super-stars nearly worshiped across the world ,and on the other side,the exhausted and unwilling low players,surrendered by dreamy image of their heros.Feeling connected and being projected into a superior being is nothing new but what adds to the flavor is that the modern projection stays unaffected after unmasking the corruption and felonies.It's the darkly portrayed story of the personality freely choosed mediocrity in order to pursue an imaginary commitment and self-satisfying devotion to a team(here the teams name is allegoriccally New York Giants;in a rough contrast with the protagonist's tiny physics ) Big Fan picks ups bruises by his idol but does not intend to proceed any lawsuit, fearing it might cost his super-hero some indissoluble discplinary actions.
The movie is a dark but realistic shot of a social type who has voluntarily choosen to play low roles and left the key roles to their self-made super-stars; a relieving solution to escape distress and pain as essential elements of progression.

Big Fan
year : 2009
Writer/Director : Robert D. Siegel
Starring : Patton Oswalt , Kevin Corrigan , Marcia Jean Kurtz

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.


I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.


And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.


The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.


But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.


For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.


Edgar Allan Poe

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Libya Updates

The Libyan announcement of a unilateral ceasefire made by foreign minister Moussa Koussa leaves several important questions unanswered. Is it simply a ploy to divide the UN after the approval of the security council resolution? And how will a ceasefire be monitored and verified? Will the UN be allowed in? Fighting was reported from the port of Misrata shortly before his press conference in Tripoli. His offer of dialogue has already been rejected by the Benghazi-based rebels. The Gaddafi regime is pretty low on credibility so there will be plenty of scepticism about this statement. And Koussa pointedly refused to answer any questions after dropping his bombshell.
Ian Black in Tripoli (Guardian)
pic : Another picture of Libyans celebrating in Benghazi after the UN vote. Photograph: Patrick Baz/AFP/Getty Images

My Album Of the Month (February)

"The definitive doom album of the new millennium. Evoken's second full-length CD combines dark, haunting atmospheres with soul-crushing riffs and the heaviest, thickest production ever heard. Clocking in at well over an hour, be prepared to journey into landscapes of gloom-drowned subterranean worlds where the music of lost souls is eternally played by avatars of Orpheus. Quietus displays an unparalleled mastery of doom metal, establishing Evoken as leaders in this burgeoning genre. Prepare for the desolation of your soul..."
@nnm.ru

Occultus

Chords resonate
in chimes of grief
i see a desolate march
of masked faces
surpassing empty promises
of  delight


hope plundered,
sparkles freezed,
but inside ,i can feel
a vehemence subtends


pale at the portal
i'm left
with a keen streak 
to resist
to survive
to fight against
this desperate hours


will you ever see this life
as heinous as i saw it today?




pedram/march 12-15