вторник, 2 ноября 2010 г.
понедельник, 26 июля 2010 г.
Ангелина Чо ли? or How I had a chance to shoot Angelina Jolie in my short movie and blew it off.
Last week was super hectic..but later better then never, so…
26/07/10
Yesterday I was invited for the pre-opening show of SALT, the new Angelina Jolie's movie. I am not a big fan of Jolie's movies, neither care for the 'God bless Maya or let's hang the actor in front of a green screen' films, but the show was supposed to be inaugurated by Jolie herself, so the herd instinct made me go for the 'celebrity watching'.
So the day was nice, a nice company and a promissing evening ahead... Wait a sec, let's rewind!
A week ago I was killing time on youtube and came across the short-films-submission call, for the Ridley Scott's global project - Life in a day, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGYACultjCY
I totally forgot about it, when on Friday on the way home it occured to me - a fluffy short story... All I needed was an assistant. So I called a friend of mine, who...how should I put it in a nice way...is 'on my hook', in other words will jump off the bridge, if I ask. Well, I know, it's rough and insensitive...but in these moments,you...well, if people don't mind you using them, why you should not?
Some time later another friend of mine called me and invited for the pre-openning show of Salt. I saw no reason not to go and decided to combine it with shooting (the shooting had to be done on that weekend only). So I made up a plan and on Sunday early morning left home loaded...hmmm...no, not 'loaded'...just with a bagpack packed with equipment and spare clothes - a dress and heals for the premiere.
I met my friends in the city and we went for the location shooting. When we were half way through, we went for a iced-tea break in a cafe with AC. Our spot boy turned to be too sensitive to our insensitive jokes and left us. After the break the other member of our crew had to leave for work, me and my 'heroine' were going to finish the shooting on our own.
So getting back to the cold-coffee break....
My friend parked the car in front of some coffee shop and we (three of us) were chilling inside. I was thinking of how I'll shoot Angelina with my handycam and how cool it will be to make it into a movie.
In some time, our heroine-cum-driver-cum-dialogue writer went to bring the cam's batteries from the car… few moments later she came back… she resembled of…it was one of those faces, some people call ‘fuck face’…no offence. It’s a mixture of pain, misery and disgust. Her car was taken away by the traffic police, coz she parked it in a wrong place. So her car, as well as my cam’s batteries and my opportunity of a lifetime were gone.
She had to go to the police station. The other crew member had to be off for work, so I was left with two invitations, and the handy cam with no batteries. It was already too late to invite someone else, and I felt a way too crappy to be a nice with people anyways. So I was to give away the ticket to the first by-passer who would look nicer…or less ugly then others. It was a difficult task, coz nice people tend to disappear once you start looking for them. So I stack to another criterion – I picked up a guy with a good camera (who could take quality pictures of Jolie for me). Unfortunately it turned to be Canon(( so the pics weren’t that great. Well, just for the record…not only Canon sucks, but the guy turned to be some office-jerk with a fancy camera. (hate those fuckers).
As for the movie, it was fun! Not like it meant to be…I mean, the writer and director couldn’t be bother to make it a comedy (the first (out of two) written joke appears at 1:20-ish), but c’mon Jolie as Katya Chenkova, a daughter of chess-player and judo fighter from Grozny, is fun!
By the way, the fur caps with ‘ears’ seem to be back. (it’s the second B-movie (after Splice) that insists on ‘em).
26/07/10
Yesterday I was invited for the pre-opening show of SALT, the new Angelina Jolie's movie. I am not a big fan of Jolie's movies, neither care for the 'God bless Maya or let's hang the actor in front of a green screen' films, but the show was supposed to be inaugurated by Jolie herself, so the herd instinct made me go for the 'celebrity watching'.
So the day was nice, a nice company and a promissing evening ahead... Wait a sec, let's rewind!
A week ago I was killing time on youtube and came across the short-films-submission call, for the Ridley Scott's global project - Life in a day, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGYACultjCY
I totally forgot about it, when on Friday on the way home it occured to me - a fluffy short story... All I needed was an assistant. So I called a friend of mine, who...how should I put it in a nice way...is 'on my hook', in other words will jump off the bridge, if I ask. Well, I know, it's rough and insensitive...but in these moments,you...well, if people don't mind you using them, why you should not?
Some time later another friend of mine called me and invited for the pre-openning show of Salt. I saw no reason not to go and decided to combine it with shooting (the shooting had to be done on that weekend only). So I made up a plan and on Sunday early morning left home loaded...hmmm...no, not 'loaded'...just with a bagpack packed with equipment and spare clothes - a dress and heals for the premiere.
I met my friends in the city and we went for the location shooting. When we were half way through, we went for a iced-tea break in a cafe with AC. Our spot boy turned to be too sensitive to our insensitive jokes and left us. After the break the other member of our crew had to leave for work, me and my 'heroine' were going to finish the shooting on our own.
So getting back to the cold-coffee break....
My friend parked the car in front of some coffee shop and we (three of us) were chilling inside. I was thinking of how I'll shoot Angelina with my handycam and how cool it will be to make it into a movie.
In some time, our heroine-cum-driver-cum-dialogue writer went to bring the cam's batteries from the car… few moments later she came back… she resembled of…it was one of those faces, some people call ‘fuck face’…no offence. It’s a mixture of pain, misery and disgust. Her car was taken away by the traffic police, coz she parked it in a wrong place. So her car, as well as my cam’s batteries and my opportunity of a lifetime were gone.
She had to go to the police station. The other crew member had to be off for work, so I was left with two invitations, and the handy cam with no batteries. It was already too late to invite someone else, and I felt a way too crappy to be a nice with people anyways. So I was to give away the ticket to the first by-passer who would look nicer…or less ugly then others. It was a difficult task, coz nice people tend to disappear once you start looking for them. So I stack to another criterion – I picked up a guy with a good camera (who could take quality pictures of Jolie for me). Unfortunately it turned to be Canon(( so the pics weren’t that great. Well, just for the record…not only Canon sucks, but the guy turned to be some office-jerk with a fancy camera. (hate those fuckers).
As for the movie, it was fun! Not like it meant to be…I mean, the writer and director couldn’t be bother to make it a comedy (the first (out of two) written joke appears at 1:20-ish), but c’mon Jolie as Katya Chenkova, a daughter of chess-player and judo fighter from Grozny, is fun!
By the way, the fur caps with ‘ears’ seem to be back. (it’s the second B-movie (after Splice) that insists on ‘em).
пятница, 16 июля 2010 г.
mondialisation - globalisacion
This was playing in cab, I took yesterday, -
I am wondering, did Britain still produce enough ready-made clothes to export to India at the low prices and were shoes any considerable export of Japan in 1955?
Another question is - what the hell is THAT??? and why IT was playing in a cab driven by some Asian dude?
I am wondering, did Britain still produce enough ready-made clothes to export to India at the low prices and were shoes any considerable export of Japan in 1955?
Another question is - what the hell is THAT??? and why IT was playing in a cab driven by some Asian dude?
понедельник, 21 июня 2010 г.
old is gold
Sunday. My face revealed the Saturday's nigth-out. Under-eyes bags for the first time in my life. Holy shit, am I growing old? Have I already crossed the 'equtor'? I hoped to postpone these worries till 25. Crap!
These videos are all I have to console myself.
These videos are all I have to console myself.
понедельник, 7 июня 2010 г.
Mr. Bin
Yeah, yeah…'leave no man behind' is apparently not a good strategy for packing. There is always an attachment to things. Well, at least for me. I am a product of consumerist culture and quite comfortable in it. Things mean a world to me….blah-blah-blah… and all that pathetic crap.
I just hate packing and hate throwing away my belongings. Don't know why, just don't like it. Partly because I am lazy, partly because – unconfident and fickle… never know what you might need… and yeah, greedy.
Anyways I managed to pack two years of my Delhi life in 3 bags, and almost easily get away with the monstrous overweight in the airport.
воскресенье, 30 мая 2010 г.
четверг, 6 мая 2010 г.
Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V
I am finally done with my term papers. Exhausted and ennuied. The Joy will come when I can forget. I hope.
вторник, 4 мая 2010 г.
Вести соплей
wad up with me?
Not much. Four exams are over, one is still to go. And the term paper. The last.
It's hard to stay in and work, when it's sooo hot(and there's no inspiration or motivation). The fan in my room is almost broken, and anyways it never makes much of a difference. Just wierd noise. Though now I barely can sleep without that 'khsss-khsss-khsss'.
I am waiting for 'the sadness' that should come when I'll be done with my work and out of JNU. Although my last minute habbit might have screwed it up already...and I'll be tooo happy just to finish it off.
Not much. Four exams are over, one is still to go. And the term paper. The last.
It's hard to stay in and work, when it's sooo hot(and there's no inspiration or motivation). The fan in my room is almost broken, and anyways it never makes much of a difference. Just wierd noise. Though now I barely can sleep without that 'khsss-khsss-khsss'.
I am waiting for 'the sadness' that should come when I'll be done with my work and out of JNU. Although my last minute habbit might have screwed it up already...and I'll be tooo happy just to finish it off.
среда, 28 апреля 2010 г.
Экватор and a bit further
Presentations, 3 term papers, 2 reviews, 1 exam are done! Bingo! [Quality matters. Quality matters...Quality matters?]
3 term papers, 4 exams are still to go.
In a week and 2 days I will be done!!!
Graduate (still a question mark), out of JNU...
Agrhhh!
P.s. I am so sick and tired of being a last minute person. I have to...must change the way it is.
понедельник, 12 апреля 2010 г.
Memsahib
My virgin white walls bored me eventually. I saw this poster at the local market. [Hindu religious pornography]Couldn't resist.
Enjoy!
четверг, 8 апреля 2010 г.
Up in the air or Too much tension causes jackass-ness
I climbed up the tree. Well, eventually I did not, but I tried. As the result - scratched arm, embarrassment and the need to get the tetanus shot asap.
I need to go home.
Focus and concentration.
I need to go home.
Focus and concentration.
Basic Math
Brothers and Sisters, let me share my grief with you and seek your condolence.
I am sitting in the class, waiting for the prof. I wish I had earplugs. The in-class talks depress me, especially before the exams.
I am opting 6 courses this term. Each requires 4 credits, which means I have to complete at least 1 paper and one exam for each. Since some profs are keen on extra work, I have presentations and midterms (those are fortunately over). I need to write 7 papers and make 3 presentations in next 2 weeks, which means I have to write approximately 50 pages of various trash, i.e. 25000 words, i.e. 125000 symbols in 14 days, i.e. 336 hours, i.e. 20160 minutes, i.e. 1209600 seconds.
I am screwed.
P.S. If the prof won't show up in the next 5 minutes, I ll… hmm what can I do? I can't even leave((((
I am sitting in the class, waiting for the prof. I wish I had earplugs. The in-class talks depress me, especially before the exams.
I am opting 6 courses this term. Each requires 4 credits, which means I have to complete at least 1 paper and one exam for each. Since some profs are keen on extra work, I have presentations and midterms (those are fortunately over). I need to write 7 papers and make 3 presentations in next 2 weeks, which means I have to write approximately 50 pages of various trash, i.e. 25000 words, i.e. 125000 symbols in 14 days, i.e. 336 hours, i.e. 20160 minutes, i.e. 1209600 seconds.
I am screwed.
понедельник, 5 апреля 2010 г.
воскресенье, 4 апреля 2010 г.
И снова к новостям...
Продолжаем трансляции для нашей немногочисленной, но преданной аудитории из Москвы.
Я отстригла челку. Опять. Нет, надо спрятать ножницы. Хотя в этот раз, по-моему, недурно вышло.
любуйтесь...
Я отстригла челку. Опять. Нет, надо спрятать ножницы. Хотя в этот раз, по-моему, недурно вышло.
любуйтесь...
Evil Corporations or Too Much Energy Causes Jackass-ness
Agggrhhh! Today I was working on my assigments, when I noticed that typing took me much longer than it used to take, simply because the keys got stuck and I had to press every second one twice. In a half an hour I got pissed and tried to clean all the shit up. But I couldn't. I was shaking and tossing my laptop (not exactly a way, one should treat a laptop), turning it up and down trying to get the crumbs, dust, dead insects, hair, coffee powder and all one can have under the keyboard out. Then I found a brush. I spent another half an hour bending over my preciouse laptop brushing the dust off as if it was the Parthenon marbles. With no resault though. I got agressive. A pin came in handy. I combined all the techniques I used so far. I shook, tossed, brushed off, blew, turned and finally...cracked the key board with the pin. Fuck!
Why, why don't they make a laptop with an easiely removable keyboard??? Open-clean-put it back without major damages! I belive laptops could live much longer.
Why, why don't they make a laptop with an easiely removable keyboard??? Open-clean-put it back without major damages! I belive laptops could live much longer.
понедельник, 29 марта 2010 г.
Tearjerker
30/03/2010
I've just read about the bomb blasts in Moscow subway. I didn't expect it to touch me so much. My usual reaction is 'Oh, Jesus...poor people', and I think it is normal, one cannot be super compassionate having an access to the Internet - 134 civilians died in Iraq, a earthquake/tornado/bomb blast/rail accident took lives of 3/63/297 people, a village in Somali commited a mass suicide...gosh, who cares? (for more than 5 minutes).
Since 1 and a half years I've been living a life separated from the real world by the thick glass of the expat status...it's like I've been watching a reality show - whatever happens looks real but doesn't concern me,- it's not my city, and they are not my people. But thise dry and stiff news reports from Moscow, the photos and videos of eyewitnesses almost brought me to tears.
One of the bombs exploded just near by my college.
31/03/10
Hmmm. I was about to edit my misty-eyed post now. But let it remain untouched.
I've just read about the bomb blasts in Moscow subway. I didn't expect it to touch me so much. My usual reaction is 'Oh, Jesus...poor people', and I think it is normal, one cannot be super compassionate having an access to the Internet - 134 civilians died in Iraq, a earthquake/tornado/bomb blast/rail accident took lives of 3/63/297 people, a village in Somali commited a mass suicide...gosh, who cares? (for more than 5 minutes).
Since 1 and a half years I've been living a life separated from the real world by the thick glass of the expat status...it's like I've been watching a reality show - whatever happens looks real but doesn't concern me,- it's not my city, and they are not my people. But thise dry and stiff news reports from Moscow, the photos and videos of eyewitnesses almost brought me to tears.
One of the bombs exploded just near by my college.
31/03/10
Hmmm. I was about to edit my misty-eyed post now. But let it remain untouched.
вторник, 23 марта 2010 г.
Let's kick!
Today I punched a guy in the face. Thrice. And then kicked him in the stomach.
It is my 2 fight this week.
My fist is getting stronger, my punch is more precise.
I'm neither a boxer nor street fighter...not even a rough and tough version of Paris Hilton.
well, well..now I should probably write some LillyallenAmélie-ish thingy..something like...oh, I am just a lil girl/baby/lady living in the cruel, reserved and hippocratic society, and the only option I have is to defend my bum myself.(literally 'bum' *despaired suckers*).
Hmm...fair enough. But it's not my point. Fights are fun!
I've lost two kgs since I've started my boxing classes. Plus peaceful smile. Plus my hands are getting steadier...no need for tripod. Isn't it awesome?
The sexual harassment committees suck.
I've got a stalker. It's not like he actually bothers me, he is a part of a daily scene. And he is sort of virtual. I've been recieveing weekly mails from him since one and a half years. I find it quite convenient actually. he usually describes my days in details, well, if I forget something I can always check up on it in my inbox. Almost like a personal assistant. But some of my friends think it's really gross, so they convinced me to file a complain to the sexual harassment committee. I kinda knew that it's not gonna work but hardly could imagine HOW it would be.
I spent there the most awful/awkward/disgusting/odd 4 hours of my life. I was asked like thousand questions, from what do my parents do for living (donno what does this have to do with being stalked) to whether I can walk a 5 meters straight line...I should had probably left after 40 mins...but after an hour I kindda got an anthropological interest. It went on and on. New people kept on comming, asking bizarre questions, leaving, coming again...I wrote like 3 letters, answered billion queries...
However even a sientific interest could not keep me there any longer after one of the pricks told me that actually it is totally my fault, because my outfit is "too revealing and sexually charged". (I looked pretty much like a mixture of Woody Alen and Rocky Balboa at that moment and was revealing..well, my elbows and face).
So comming back to the point - Fights are fun. Let's kick!
It is my 2 fight this week.
My fist is getting stronger, my punch is more precise.
I'm neither a boxer nor street fighter...not even a rough and tough version of Paris Hilton.
well, well..now I should probably write some LillyallenAmélie-ish thingy..something like...oh, I am just a lil girl/baby/lady living in the cruel, reserved and hippocratic society, and the only option I have is to defend my bum myself.(literally 'bum' *despaired suckers*).
Hmm...fair enough. But it's not my point. Fights are fun!
I've lost two kgs since I've started my boxing classes. Plus peaceful smile. Plus my hands are getting steadier...no need for tripod. Isn't it awesome?
The sexual harassment committees suck.
I've got a stalker. It's not like he actually bothers me, he is a part of a daily scene. And he is sort of virtual. I've been recieveing weekly mails from him since one and a half years. I find it quite convenient actually. he usually describes my days in details, well, if I forget something I can always check up on it in my inbox. Almost like a personal assistant. But some of my friends think it's really gross, so they convinced me to file a complain to the sexual harassment committee. I kinda knew that it's not gonna work but hardly could imagine HOW it would be.
I spent there the most awful/awkward/disgusting/odd 4 hours of my life. I was asked like thousand questions, from what do my parents do for living (donno what does this have to do with being stalked) to whether I can walk a 5 meters straight line...I should had probably left after 40 mins...but after an hour I kindda got an anthropological interest. It went on and on. New people kept on comming, asking bizarre questions, leaving, coming again...I wrote like 3 letters, answered billion queries...
However even a sientific interest could not keep me there any longer after one of the pricks told me that actually it is totally my fault, because my outfit is "too revealing and sexually charged". (I looked pretty much like a mixture of Woody Alen and Rocky Balboa at that moment and was revealing..well, my elbows and face).
So comming back to the point - Fights are fun. Let's kick!
пятница, 5 марта 2010 г.
Rappadilli
Got really annoyed by the EU prof's fat saturated American accent and Dude, where's my car's language.
Thou Art Class, mafukka!
P.s. and being EU prof he could have acquired a languishing British accent, or at least a sweet pseudo-European prononciation.
понедельник, 22 февраля 2010 г.
среда, 17 февраля 2010 г.
few random questions
I am back. And now hope to be more regular here.
For today, I ve just got some queries that keep travelling my mind. No connections though.
1. Was God (who- or whatever s/he/it is) so specific about facial hair?
I'm not picking on anything, just curious.
2. Why do some people think that bad movies have necessarily 'something to say to the Humanity'?
Yep, it is rather personal...just freaked out with the Indian Cinema and Culture #SS463N which I opted for this term. The films selected for the class screenings are just a torture..not a porn[torture] though.
3. Am I a traitor if femenists bore me?
Again, 'school problems'. Since I'm crediting 6 courses this term, I had to be less (le-e-e-e-e-essss) picky. So among others I chose - Gender and International Relations...wadeva. Apparently 'gender' here stands for the female gender only. If I were a femenist I would remonstrate right away...So the course ended up being about [big-boys'] theories on International Relations and femenist critique on 'em. Torture. Again.
4. Why do people of different origins and backgrounds dance exactly in the same way at the wedding receptions all over the world?
I was at an Indo-Japanese wedding's party last Friday. No comments.
For today, I ve just got some queries that keep travelling my mind. No connections though.
1. Was God (who- or whatever s/he/it is) so specific about facial hair?
I'm not picking on anything, just curious.
2. Why do some people think that bad movies have necessarily 'something to say to the Humanity'?
Yep, it is rather personal...just freaked out with the Indian Cinema and Culture #SS463N which I opted for this term. The films selected for the class screenings are just a torture..not a porn[torture] though.
3. Am I a traitor if femenists bore me?
Again, 'school problems'. Since I'm crediting 6 courses this term, I had to be less (le-e-e-e-e-essss) picky. So among others I chose - Gender and International Relations...wadeva. Apparently 'gender' here stands for the female gender only. If I were a femenist I would remonstrate right away...So the course ended up being about [big-boys'] theories on International Relations and femenist critique on 'em. Torture. Again.
4. Why do people of different origins and backgrounds dance exactly in the same way at the wedding receptions all over the world?
I was at an Indo-Japanese wedding's party last Friday. No comments.
воскресенье, 7 февраля 2010 г.
четверг, 28 января 2010 г.
cinesweeties must die
Just came across an article on Let the right one in in Cineaste, an American magazine on 'refined cinema'...
...a soviet nuclear submarine ran around in Swedish territorial waters - an event that serves as a backdrop to the movie.
Hmmm....
...a soviet nuclear submarine ran around in Swedish territorial waters - an event that serves as a backdrop to the movie.
Hmmm....
понедельник, 11 января 2010 г.
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