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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).
воскресенье, 4 апреля 2010 г.
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.
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.
среда, 7 октября 2009 г.
trudnosti Perevoda
Hodila ya na proshloi nedele na Orphan, nu ili kak u nas - Ditya T'mi, hotya kakoe uj tam ditya t'mi, sirotinushka.
Vot eto ya ponimayu horror, ne to chto vash Mikhail Zalivnoi.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1179056/
Ujz, kakoi strashnii film!.. Hotya mojet ne nado biuleti v pervii ryad pokupat, no eto drugoi vopros.
Vot, a segodnya chitala Afishu blog. Nashi, konechno, sovsem poteryali strah.
http://www.afisha.ru/blogcomments/5501/
K tomu je, ona ne iz Rossii, kak viyasnyaetsya pozje, a iz Estonii, iz Saarna ***** (zdes mog bi bit spoiler).
Hotya dlya nashih oversees colligues, 4to Estoniya, 4to Ukraina, vsyo ravno Russia.
Vobshem tak, just to make it clear.
Vot eto ya ponimayu horror, ne to chto vash Mikhail Zalivnoi.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1179056/
Ujz, kakoi strashnii film!.. Hotya mojet ne nado biuleti v pervii ryad pokupat, no eto drugoi vopros.
Vot, a segodnya chitala Afishu blog. Nashi, konechno, sovsem poteryali strah.
http://www.afisha.ru/blogcomments/5501/
K tomu je, ona ne iz Rossii, kak viyasnyaetsya pozje, a iz Estonii, iz Saarna ***** (zdes mog bi bit spoiler).
Hotya dlya nashih oversees colligues, 4to Estoniya, 4to Ukraina, vsyo ravno Russia.
Vobshem tak, just to make it clear.
понедельник, 14 сентября 2009 г.
I'm just a patsy or Charity sucks big time
I got involved into a charity organization aiming to help the children of the constructor workers who live on campus of my university. Argrhh...Another longgggg "ahem...sure, let's do it" story.
Some time ago I encountered the girl at my school who is kinda 'social aware' (not sure that something like that exists in the English language, but well, you got my point, didn't you? - she CARES). Since I'd been knowing her for a good while and she speaks my language I was supposed to be friendly with her.
Anyways... She told me about the photo exhibition they are gonna hold next month and asked me whether I want to take part in it. Gr8! My ego spoke out of me(or am I was just speaking out of my ass?...donno) : SAA 'hipsters' rot in your 'intellectual hub of India'! I m moving on.
I was pretty sure it's gonna be a single-mission flight - go-shoot-get famous sort of thingy. Didn't happen.
This Saturday I had been invited to their 'office' to meet children. Jesus! I spent Saturday evening with children! They made me watch Maugli (in Hindi, that's even worse) and distribute cookies among the kids. Well, it's another story... There are 7 things in the world I hate the most. 'Children' and 'charity' occupy the top of my chart... Okaaay-okaay! I haven't figured out yet the other 5, but it was a cool way to say it, wasn't it? Anyway.
When they finished their charity-activities, I was about to sneak away, but missed a chance and had to stay back for the Meeting. To make the long (and sad) story short, now I am a volunteer (well, it's not like I REALLY volunteered, but...) crafts teacher every Saturdays. Damn it!
Moreover this (awesome) Sunday evening I had to spend playing football with little beasts...God's creatures, I meant to say. Well, to be precise, I spent the Sunday evening (that could have been awesome and languishing) looking for a soccer ball, coz people from chaity organization didn't care much to get one BEFORE the footBALL match.
I was about to write a passage on how DO they care about all those Samaritan issues they proclaim, but don't wanna give a shit. It's too pathetic. 'Oh, that charity thing will look nice on my CV for UNO'. 'uck it! But to be honest they do something, at least the vaccination. (however I guess, it's not gonna work for the people who poop in front of their houses).
Anyway, I am still taking part in the exhibition. And I am not smelling of roses eventually...
Some time ago I encountered the girl at my school who is kinda 'social aware' (not sure that something like that exists in the English language, but well, you got my point, didn't you? - she CARES). Since I'd been knowing her for a good while and she speaks my language I was supposed to be friendly with her.
Anyways... She told me about the photo exhibition they are gonna hold next month and asked me whether I want to take part in it. Gr8! My ego spoke out of me(or am I was just speaking out of my ass?...donno) : SAA 'hipsters' rot in your 'intellectual hub of India'! I m moving on.
I was pretty sure it's gonna be a single-mission flight - go-shoot-get famous sort of thingy. Didn't happen.
This Saturday I had been invited to their 'office' to meet children. Jesus! I spent Saturday evening with children! They made me watch Maugli (in Hindi, that's even worse) and distribute cookies among the kids. Well, it's another story... There are 7 things in the world I hate the most. 'Children' and 'charity' occupy the top of my chart... Okaaay-okaay! I haven't figured out yet the other 5, but it was a cool way to say it, wasn't it? Anyway.
When they finished their charity-activities, I was about to sneak away, but missed a chance and had to stay back for the Meeting. To make the long (and sad) story short, now I am a volunteer (well, it's not like I REALLY volunteered, but...) crafts teacher every Saturdays. Damn it!
Moreover this (awesome) Sunday evening I had to spend playing football with little beasts...God's creatures, I meant to say. Well, to be precise, I spent the Sunday evening (that could have been awesome and languishing) looking for a soccer ball, coz people from chaity organization didn't care much to get one BEFORE the footBALL match.
I was about to write a passage on how DO they care about all those Samaritan issues they proclaim, but don't wanna give a shit. It's too pathetic. 'Oh, that charity thing will look nice on my CV for UNO'. 'uck it! But to be honest they do something, at least the vaccination. (however I guess, it's not gonna work for the people who poop in front of their houses).
Anyway, I am still taking part in the exhibition. And I am not smelling of roses eventually...
пятница, 28 августа 2009 г.
People bother me. Day II.
Сегодня таки съездила к Lal Qila и Jama Masjid. До них я не дошла, а потерялась где-то в прилегающих переулках.
Ваша дыра - определенно не место для юной леди.
Balls are all you need to survive in this far away country.
Ваша дыра - определенно не место для юной леди.
Balls are all you need to survive in this far away country.
четверг, 27 августа 2009 г.
People bother me
1. What's about basic editing?
2. What's so plenty about "plenty"?
3. Is there any Muslim in the Hostel committee?
4. Where do you get pork?
воскресенье, 23 августа 2009 г.
И вот еще что
Перед тем, как лечь спать, хочу поделиться неприятным переживанием.
Agggrrrrh! Разве так можно?!
Неделю грузила The Bloom Brothers. Так ждала, так ждала. Эдриан Броуди там в таких пальто расхаживает и вообще.
Вчера, наконец-то, докачался.
Хорошо, что я решила проверить качество видео. Не знаю уж, что бы со мной было, если бы я приготовилась смотреть на Броуди (сделала бы себе чаю, обложилась бы подушками), а мне бы вот так:
Agggrrrrh! Разве так можно?!Ах, не помню откуда качала, а то б я им запостила! Damn bastards!!!
понедельник, 17 августа 2009 г.
BAstards must die
Bastards must die.
Totally stressed out and mentally messed up by all those daily-delhi encounters.
I d been feeling like writing some shit on it for entire day. But the evening is too pleasant to spoil it with the loathsome memories.
So everybody, enjoy some of Gold 50ies stuff.
I'll go singing....singinggggg in the rain...
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