It's only a week away, and sadly, as I was stupid enough to not sign up for volunteering work this year, I had to buy a Minipass with my hard earned dollar. I just wanted to keep ya'll updated on what I'm seeing, where I'm going to be etc etc
* - denotes a session already booked on my minipass (I get 10 of these)
# - denotes a session on my minipass that's before 4pm (you get 3 freebies of these)
everything else denotes stuff I still need to confirm/would like to see/might need to buy single tickets for/maybe forkout for a second minipass... god willing
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*Dainipponjin - 26/07 @ 11:15 (GU5)
California Dreamin' - 27/07 @ 9:15 (Capitol)
Jesus Christ Saviour - 30/07 @ 9:40 ( GU5)
Ben X - 1/08 @ 5:15 (GU4)
*Three Monkeys - 2/08 @ 5:00 (Capitol)
*Waltz With Bashir - 2/08 @ 7:15 (Forum)
Sukiyaki Western Django - 2/08 @ 11:30 (GU6)
*Seven Days Sunday - 4/08 @ 7:15 (GU5)
*My Winnipeg - 8/08 @ 7:00 (GU4)
*Best MIFF Shorts - 8/08 @ 9:00 (Capitol)
#The Wackness - 9/08 @ 3:00 (Forum)
A Complete History of my Sexual Failures - 9/08 @ 7:15 (Forum)
The Death of Mister Lazarescu - 9/08 @ 9:15 (GU5)
#Ahes of Time Redux - 10/08 @ 1:00 (GU6)
Coopers Lounge:
*In Conversation with George A Romero
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These are the "See How I Feels". a lot of these are convenient times at convenient locations:
Rock N Roll Nerd - 30/07 @ 9:30 (ACMI)
Jar City - 1/08 @ 7:15 (GU5)
Experimental Shorts - 5/08 @ 7:00 (ACMI)
Cargo 200 - 9/08 @ 5:30 (Forum)
Rumba - 10/08 @ 3:15 (GU5)
passes progress : 7 passes/2 day passes...eek
If there's something you implore me to see, please let me know!!!
Saturday, July 19, 2008
MIFF 08 Adventures
Saturday, March 08, 2008
mock jeans
It's about time i made a new post. throughout the last couple of weeks i kept making mental notes on whines and moans to crap on about but really can't be bothered now. first order of business, a spot of geeklicious widgetry. to the left, under my pretty twitter badge, is a drop.io widget. through this you can send me anything you want, pictures, videos, music, documents, and i won't know who it's from. if it starts filling up i could just create a new free account of 100mbs. if it gets good enough i might publish the link where it all gets collected. the site is a really neat idea, you could even leave voicemail for me, it'll be an expensive call to new york to get it into my folder but that's not that much through the magic of skype. probably cheaper than leaving a message on my mobile even. anyway that's enough advertising for them. (and of course all this excitement is happening on the blog and not the facebook imported note)
the mental notes that i have basically consisted of bitching about how astoundingly bad cashmere mafia is (the production value of hollywood blockbusters, with the look and feel of soft core porn and playtime for lucy liu in costumes. lethal lethal mix), how surprisingly entertaining So You Thing You Can Dance Australia is (rhys, the resident flaming queer is the very same M.A.C. makeup artist that helped me pick out my base and powder shades), and horror upon horror, the leggins made to look like pants phenomenon that comatosed me before christmas, is now sweeping box hill, and most likely the nation, available at all good asian owned sock stands in shopping centers. 
that's a pretty bad phone picture, so they might look like denim, but rest assured they all have the spandex and fake stitching of leggings. someone needs to bleed for this atrocity, and my finger is pointed at not linds lo, but people who do exercise. people who think a pair of nike's means it's ok to wrap your lumps in something black and stretchy and go out into daylight.
It was also the opening night of the French Film Festival last night, the full force of Palaise du Como was armed at the ready. finishing at quarter to two and having close to half a bottle of champagne down my shoe, the most unpleasant moment would still have to be when the greased back hair'd first born spawn to the zeccola legacy, my boss's boss, man who runs the Film division of the Palace family said to me (as i was passing trays of food around being attacked by vultures on all sides) "i just want you to stand next to me you're so beautiful". there. it's out on the internet now, i feel better.
thinking of having another movie night sometime in the near future. volunteer your most forlorn dates and we'll hug it out with chips and experimental cinema. speaking of which, my personal demi-god, felicity colman is keeping a new blog for her class this year at screen machine. the lastest lecture apparently touched on Gordon Matta-Clarke whice i blogged about not too long ago, but she included movies! so here i am shamlessly ripping off flick ripping off ubuweb.
Splitting (1974), Conical Insert (1975), City Slivers (1976).
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Simulacres et Simulation
2007 spent in the dark:
01. Pan's Labyrinth
02. The Fountain
03. Stranger Than Fiction
04. Pursuit of Happyness
05. For Your Consideration
06. Notes on a Scandal
07. Breaking and Entering
08. Little Children
09. The Illusionist
10. 300
11. The Good German
12. Perfume
13. The Host
14. The Lives of Others
15. Paris Je T'aime
16. Half Nelson
17. Spiderman 3
18. The Science of Sleep
19. Zodiac
20. As It Is In Heaven
21. Tales from Earthsea
22. My Best Friend
23. Factory Girl
24. Transformers
25. Harry Potter OoP (Singapore)
26. Alone (Singaproe)
27. Sicko (MIFF Opening)
28. Breath (MIFF)
29. Lagerfeld Confidential (MIFF)
30. In Memory of Myself (MIFF Vollie)
31. The Signal (MIFF)
32. Accelerator Program 2 (MIFF Vollie)
33. Rescue Dawn (MIFF)
34. Time (MIFF)
35. Transformers (repeat)
36. After Life (MIFF Vollie)
37. VIVA (MIFF Vollie)
38. Echoes of Home (MIFF Vollie) +Katoomba
39. In the Company of Actors (MIFF Vollie)
40. My Kid Could Paint That (MIFF Vollie)
41. Day Watch (MIFF)
42. Inside Paris (Work)
43. Born and Bred (MIFF)
44. Strange Culture (MIFF)
45. Joshua (MIFF) +Strange Hysteria
46. Mister Lonely (MIFF)
47. Man From London (MIFF)
48. This is England
49. Home Song Stories
50. Fracture
51. Ratatouille
52. A Mighty Heart (Staff Screening)
53. Chelsea Girls (ACMI 16mm)
54. Badlands + Mean Streets
55. Eastern Promises
56. The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford (Staff Screening)
57. Death Proof
58. Michael Clayton
59. Elizabeth: The Golden Age
60. Awake (LA)
61. Juno (LA)
62. Beowulf (San Fran)
63. The Golden Compass (San Fran)
64. No Country for Old Men (LA)
65. Atonement (NYC)
66. Sweeney Todd (NYC)
67. The Bucket List (NYC)
Paid for: 27
I've been back for almost a week now, but that's ok, I gave myself until this weekend to be lazy. the mother gets home on the 15th, at which time the buzzing would return to my head and any gears i've been cranking internally to get somewhere would unwind, deflate, and i'd probably settle back into same old routine of passively consuming trash starring some prepubescent doe eyed starlet. oooooh skins returns in feb, my torrent client can have something to feed it's hungry hungry heart again.
buzzzzzzzzzzzz
back to list making. favourite films from the above list:
Paris Je'Taime
In parts, the joss whedon segment sucked pickles, and chris doyle scared me.
Stranger than Fiction
Maggie G can do no wrong
Breaking and Entering+Notes on a Scandal+Little Children
these three kind of just blended together, all small scale dramas with very good performances.
Half Nelson
If i could have sex with a performance, i choose this one
The Science of Sleep
if michel gondry could get any more whimsical, he'd have be be making a movie with his 5 year old son. oh no wait, he is.
The Signal
Fucking Hilarious. getting a general release this year.
Rescue Dawn
little dieter gets the hollywood treatment. it didn't suck
In the Company of Actors
technically not a film as much as a video doco on some fabulous people putting on a fabulous show. Cate is clearly an alien, and not the MLC alumni she leads you to believe. I changed three shifts so i could see this standing in the back of the cinema during MIFF. worth every un-paid second.
Mister Lonely
rates right up there in the weirdest films of this year. in a good way. mostly.
Eastern Promises
viggo mortensen's penis gives a stella performance.
Assassination of Jesse James
i don't know why i'm writing anything, these are just good films, go see them
No Country for Old Men
ditto. a tad violent, great script.
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oh no, the buzzing is already starting, my head hurts. I'm a catlady with no future. at least my boys love me. i'm liking how needy and clingy they've gotten since the cattery. constantly at my heels. honestly guys, bathroom time is MY time.
boy that was a sucky post. i still haven't been able to wash off the slummy stench of 07. tomorrow's monday. 2008 would start then. i'm just two weeks late, going by my usual standards it's not half bad.
Monday, October 08, 2007
Neon Bible
an hour until i have to get to work. today has been all around pretty shit. i AM benjamin law. fated to be married to the public transport system. i really should've gotten more sleep last night.
but outside of today things have been going well. the moronic cutting of my fringe times 4 which caused the epic (romeo in the desert) proportions of yelling "NOOOOOOooo" actually turned out pretty good. in that i don't look like a complete fool, and i can still pin it up if i wanted. the monologues are coming together nicely. finally have them down. i think. sort of. yes.
emmy bemmy's 21st was over the weekend, where i donned the pink wig which kept threatening to fall off. i was lacking a stocking. and hair nets are....well, hair nets. never go there people. was slightly worried about people guessing that i was natalie portman (aka alice the stripper) from closer than what i actually went as. miss thang from lost in translation, in memory of one of the best nights of summer '04. from one rockin party where no one was themselves to another rockin party where it got positively messy with a marathon gay three way in the kitchen. plans were laid out for the fake copelen.
This time next year, Tregsie, Carilious and I, no matter where we are in the world WILL be living together in some rockin house where the furnishings shall be tastefully arranged milk crates, and we would be living off sueballs' maccas VIP card. it shall be Copelen "The Bungalow". and we will work all year to make it happen. it's in writing people! now hustle!
ok i need get get a move on soon. but everyone go here
oh oh and
i know you all love Wes and Jason. the interview's in several clips that just play one after another so just let the goodness roll in people...
Thursday, July 26, 2007
hold your breath
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I've just realised I haven't really posed a recap of my trip have i? well here it is, hong kong in camera phone pictures...
and that was it. that was all the photos i took while abroad. all on my phone. a few lucky peeps wrangled some souvenirs out of me, lucky bastards, i didn't even buy anything for myself. cept for the perfume. speaking of which, my perfume, the one i've been using the last three, four years, has been discontinued. fuck i want to be famous just so i can kick giorgio armani in the arse and get him to make them again. i don't smell like myself anymore, it's disorienting.
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only other thing i got out of the trip was the realisation that, for no apparent reason, i've become the fat girl. i've never been the fat girl in my life. actually when i was younger i was always a little too thin, and then something happened, puberty probably, and i filled out a little more, i felt good about the filling out, i got bigger boobs out of it. modest yes, but bigger. i remembered joking around with friends that when i see someone overweight, i wonder if there is a moment when they look in the mirror and start to realise that, maybe they've over extended themselves a little? the tipping point where they think, shit, i've really gained a few there? and now i'm looking in the mirror, and thinking, is this the moment? fuck, how did it happen? and before you start writing in on how i'm not and i look "womanly" and blah blah, it's ok, i'm happy with my body, i really am. but i realise i have gained a bit since this time last year, and that was a few inches more on six months before that. i was wearing this pair of pants that i loved back in year 12, they used to hang on me, and tonight through the two films that i saw i was squirming around because they were so tight, and sitting a little high. i always thought i really packed it on during my late night "study sessions" back then. anyway, useless waffle. point is, i want to get healthier. start running, join a yoga class that sort of thing. i won't starve myself, god knows i can't. so don't worry.
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MIFF started. that's pretty awesome, already seen three films out of it. Sicko for the opening last night, Breath (Kim Ki Duk) and Lagerfeld Confidential tonight.
I've never liked michael moore, but he does have a certain sense of humour about him. sicko hit a few of the right spots, and hopefully it draws some attention to this blindingly obvious problem. I kept hoping he would come down and evaluate the australian health care system, just to prove that we're not going in the way of the americans, but he didn't, and i'm still not so sure, we certainly don't get free treatment for everything.
The Kim Ki Duk was his usual study of human interactions and twisted mentalities. That's not to say it was anything short of brilliant. I've never disliked a movie made by that man, and the line in front of RMIT Capitol attests to his popularity here. granted i haven't actually seen any of his commercial work for the mainstream Korean media, but i'd say he's keeping happy enough with his art now to not bother with them anymore. There's another one of his films in the festival this year which i'm seeing tuesday night, can't wait.
The Karl Lagerfeld doco was...well...the subject matter was very interesting, otherwise it was pretty dull. it was pretty badly made, a lot of cliched shots of the roaring sea, later justified by young karl running in and out of the waves (at least i hope it was karl, otherwise that would've been just 5 minutes of pure crap). it reminds me of what nick hornby writes of biographies in the Polysyllabic Spree, cut the crap. who cares if someone who later became a genius at one stage of his childhood did something really mundane? or something to that effect. if you have little material to work with (which i suspect this filmmaker did, a lot shots from a distance, fillers, very little actual interview) don't fill it with crap. a shorter film doesn't make it less worthwhile. lagerfeld himself was a riot. he has a giant library that requires those wheel things to open up the shelves, books fill his bedroom, as do silver rings which he wears in abundance on his finger ("he used to be able to pat you, now it hurts"). he has a million ipods, and talks candidly about practicing homosexuality since he was 13. when he came home one night after being assaulted by a man and a woman, one can assume sexually, around the age of 11 or 12, his mother said to him "look at yourself, it's your own fault". there's a sign that hangs in the bathrooms, in the iconic Chanel white on black printed in French "Pissing everywhere isn't very Chanel". i wish a better filmmaker had made it.
aside from all that, well, a lot of things happened. among which my relationship status on my facebook. i know it's only a matter of time, but for now it just damned unbearable. i really am the shittest person i know.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
I'm Not There
Cate Dylan is going to rock my world. From the director of Velvet Goldmine (and we all know what a panty creamer that was), comes a poetic retelling of the life of Bob Dylan, played by Christian Bale, Cate Blanchett, Heath Ledger, Ben Wishaw (the guy from Perfume) and some 11 year old black kid. All as Dylan. Are you kids ready?
In other movie news, not only is Rescue Dawn, the hollywood version of Little Dieter Needs to Fly already completed, according to imdb the release date is set to 6 Sept down over our way. Why herzog would want to make a hollywood version of his own doco is beyond me, but it's by him and starring christian bale so my life is complete.
i need to upload some photos, but not tonight because i just can't be fucked. dean's birthday drinks, jazz's birthday drinks, photos of maya at red door burlesque. The combined efforts of both dean and myself in the camera pimping of maya is getting obscene. but hey, i was never one for holding back.
i have an insane amount of free time on my hands. which would normally be a good thing considering essays being due and all that jazz, but all it ends in is the stereogum mp3 player on the side menu on your left, a comment box on my myspace, and flickr and last.fm goodies on my facebook. oh and buying new lamps from ikea. $15 and standing tall and pretty, you can't go wrong.
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a life in nicknames. 5 nicknames i've been given throughout my life which they considered endlessly ingenious and i just sat there slightly bemused
1. Bitchy: 1998. Not because i was a bitch, but apparently for two years Barry had been referring to me as Bitchy because he thought it sounded like my chinese name. we were 13, all i could come up for him was the blackberry
2. A-Lice: 1998. Niuniu seriously loved this and used it extensively. Why didn't i fight back goddammit? i mean her name was Niuniu Ma for christ's sake. we did proceed to create the whole Aunty Knickeres, Neice Kickers craze. extention class or no, math was still just plain dull.
3. Queenie/Queenster. 2003. Created to complete the Tregsie, Carilious trio. We were a good team. i miss those days
4. QinE. 2006. While Wenyi was overseas, a love stricken James started im-ing me about how perfect this was. exact quote "it's procrustes' attempt to write Chinny on msn. it's perfect because it's really just your name + extra letter. It even has the australian provincial ring to it"...yes james...
5. Chinny-chin-chin. 2007. while standing around in a circle outside puggs, a slightly tipsy and stoned adam uttered this, which was followed by uncontrollable tipsy and stoned giggling by all, and then hungry jacks. I hate that this can never happen again, and I hate the person who caused this for making it so. Somebody fix this, if only for my purely selfish reasons.
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Thursday, April 12, 2007
strawberry cookie shakes
whenever i have essays due, i become such a geek. i start signing up to things and cleaning up my bookmarks toolbar, and because a productivity guru.
i got Jaiku working today. which pulls things from my twitter, both things i got working with my mobile today. so you can all stalk me, i'll be sure to twitter exactly what i'm doing all the time, and people on jaiku can see it too, jaiku is also pulling my blog posts from here, as well as my flickr photos. my blog posts are also being pulled into my facebook. i also signed up for tumblr for a tumblelog. which i can upload videos i find on to and don't have to burden this blog with crap like that which according to darren is just useless crap anyway. i'll link you once i post something. but since it's a steram of consciousness type low key blog i feel it's probably going to be used a hell of a lot pretty soon. you can check out merlin mann's and also leo laporte's to get an idea of what it'll be like.
I got a job yesterday. Palace cinemas called me tuesday when i was in the middle of what would probably be the busiest line at a post office counter ever, i was unfortunately at the wrong end of the counter. but i called them back and they told me they were impressed by my resume. but i mean how could they not? they couldn't ask for more experience, or any closer. only problem was that i threw out my last pair of contacts before checking if i had any left and so after a mad scramble looking for the non-existent spare lenses (searching becomes an endlessly more tedious task while half blind) i tried to make myself as presentable as i could imagine without really looking in a mirror and went to an interview staring at the two little black dots on a face which i hoped were his eyes. but the interview was dead easy, i think they gave me the job before i even went in to meet them. they should be giving me a call soon for a first shift, he said probably this weekend just to get things started. i'm so excited. palace como has to be probably the best cinemas ever. and free tickets? say whoa?
i'm pretty screwed for these essays though. the blake class shits me so much that i don't even like to open up the book. there's a lot of work to be done the next few days. i'll try not to twitter or jaiku or tumlelog too much.
speaking of which, i should probably dive right in again.
oh wait! i went and saw The Lives of Others today and it was aaaawesome. incredible story, and the characters are all so great. i WILL definitely review it properly. this one at least. (oh wow....i need to review like 14 movies...)
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
alethiometer
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!
i have never been more excited about a movie.
what is possible THE BEST children's books ever,
His Dark Materials are books i hold the dearest to my heart. books that i read and reread all throughout highschool and more or less set my mind for the rest of my life on topics of organised religion, life, maturity, sexuality, sin, pleasure, love, everything. there has never been a book i've enjoyed more, in both intellectual content and pure adventure.
i'm not even going to type properly i'm so excited. i mean sure, the casting is a little iffy. i'd always imagined someone with a really long neck for lord asriel, not mr no neck bond. and sure, we could do without a young child star named Dakota Blue. but zomfg! this is going to be the best movie ever!!!
from heart ripping page turning goodness of the first book to the epic battle between the church and the authority Vs. everyone for a Republic of Heaven, these books will blow your mind.
Philip Pullman is really THE master storyteller. while being a gripping yarn for the kids, he never talks down to the audience, and the most complex ideas i have ever had to grapple with were presented plainly in the midst of the greatest adventure story. the characters, i would happily give my life for the Iorek, or lee scorsbey, or indeed, lyra.
just...just....read it!!
ps/ the clip is just a teaser, the animation is in no way finished yet so don't worry about the crappy rendering
pps/ and yes, these are the books that made me foolishly run around oxford a whole day looking for jordan college. i realise now that it's fictional, and based on exeter college, which, i actually went to in my search. so i'm happy.
Friday, January 12, 2007
My Little Corner Of The World
I have a new movie review up!! i saw Babel (finally) a few nights ago and poo poo'd it. go read what i said, comment, tell me how stupid i'm being and how i should really give movies a chance before deeming it the most useless, uncomfortable, trivial piece of pretty cinema.
on to happier things. i'm in a cheerier sort of mood, i think there's a chance for me yet. i'm cleaning out my room one little bit at a time, it's amazing what a clean room does to your outlook.
in actual happenings the hermapolitian ogdoad chaser dean was making a short for tropfest on monday and i was there for him as Girl 1. i've been told that it's completed, so i'm itching to go and take a lookie, maybe check out some more of his broccoli porn.
aaah, i feel all cruisy. maybe it's time for this week's fives
5 things i'm craving RIGHT NOW
- chilli fries
- my own troubadour who travels around with me and sings about my life
- starting on a new book
- a night at some horrifying asian club playing inane rnb
- a peach...ooo i have one right here
Sunday, January 07, 2007
summer drive
back from the beach. total sightings of beach? oh, a few glimpses here and there. total amount of time spent on the beach? nudda. the closest we got was the safeway across the street. it was beautiful though. a lot of lying around watching movies we've already seen even though both of us took down a whole bunch of movies we really should be watching. he played a lot of golf, i stayed in and finished reading Perfume. which by the way, the ending blew my mind in more ways i care to share.
he took me driving, it was interesting. i think i like the rolling much better than the accelerate, and the road is preferable to the bushes surrounding the road, i must take a note of that for future references.
i didn't take any pictures for a change, it was much more relaxed than that this time, and we were far too naked for far too much of the time for an actual record of our sojourn.
for now a record of movies that we watched would do: (in place of this week's list)
The Man Who Wasn't There
Fast Times At Ridgemont High
Pretty In Pink
Rebecca
Citizen Kane
(half of) Brazil
The Royal Tenenbaums
I've decided to fire up my movies reviews again. once i start going to the cinema that is. i'll try to write a review of every movie i watched in a cinema in 07 as well as going back and reviewing a few old favourites i mention on this thing. i'm sure five movies in i'll give up but i can only dream.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
five fives
5 things i love about christmas
1. because even after it's over, it's another week til new years. you never have to stop mucking around not doing anything
2. because of new years and the inevitable resolutions coming around the corner, you can eat yourself silly and not feel guilty about it. oh and what i pretend to be egg nog, custard in a cup.
3. the promise of presents. i mean face it, it's almost always disappointing in the end but just the lead up to it is so exciting (by the way, my phone doesn't have excited in it's dictionary, i totally thought i was going crazy and couldn't spell something i learnt in grade 4)
4. stupid christmas themed cartoons and tv shows. it's not as good as halloween but it's a decent runners up
5. the myer windows. it's always stupid and crowded and lately it's all commercially successful children's books but there's nothing wrong with that at all. every year i seem to be lining up to see it on my own. this year i plan to have a posse with me, sometime soon and sometime at night so there won't be a lot of people, who cares the lights won't be on, burke st is looking quite pretty these days. who's in?
5 reasons i need yet another moleskine
this list is purely selfish reasons, i really really want another one but i really really don't need it. so here goes
1. because my reporter 'skine has ran out of the perforated pages at the back and the boy has been checking under his pillow every time i've been over there and now i feel bad.
2. my old one is so full of crap that i get embarrassed whenever anyone wants to look at it
3. it's nearing the end anyway (oh how i lie, i'm only about half way through)
4. i......need........it?
5.
ok i couldn't do it. it'll have to wait.
5 phrases i don't want to hear in the next week
1. i'm sorry but...
2. chinese dragon lady
3. oriental blossom
4. classic passive aggressive
5. there are 6 girls i've seen up in darwin who are all younger and hungrier, and they're all better than you
5 things i thought about "A Guide To Recognising Your Saints"
1. that kid from the disney channel is all grown up! and making out to be a decent actor too. excellent cast all around, especially the kids
2. brutal, brutal film. i squirmed a good five times, with two of them getting some sudden clasping-of-hands-to-mouth action
3. first time director, and you can really tell. some aspects are so fresh and wonderfully exciting cinematically, but then there are some awkward movements from the present to the flashbacks, the overly jerky handicam action etc
4. although the story of the present is quite rich and interesting, the guts of it really lies in the memories, and i mean his books are based on all that so, even though it became more of a homecoming story for the film, it would have probably made a much more interesting movie if it was just the kids in queens. it seriously felt like a cross between mean streets and some spike lee movie.
5. i actually quite like rosario dawson. surprised myself too.
5 things that made me smile today
1. being able to sleep a good two hours longer than the boy and have a freshly brewed coffee waiting for me out of the shower
2. the dandelion i found next to the bus stop
3. my new birk's. they're pink!
4. just being in the NGV giftshop again. eventhough he didn't buy anything. the pencil case that he did like was actually a coin purse that didn't really fit the pens and all the others are either too big or not to his liking. but seeing the little'ons little one was pretty funny. you know what i'm talking about
5. watching a movie on my own again. but with the vital difference of being able to call someone and talk about it while i walk home.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Revival of the Movie Reviews
i have just come back, from something that was so shockingly bad, it has prompted me to revive my long dead movie reviews. although it's a pretty bad review. but you know, it doesn't deserve any better. take a lookie.
boy has a new haircut! but boy is not happy with the (lack of) length to his new haircut so girl shall refrain from posting pictures until boy is happier.
and on a scale of one to ten in terms of how fucked this girl is for her uni, i'd say she's at purple backwards.
there hasn't been much eye candy on this blog. i'm going to whip my camera out more often now and take pictures of things other than just the boy. maybe a bird, or a bee, or even the....no no, i won't go there.
i'm in a chipper mood tonight. and the JT is starting to sound a lot better, although, it still ain't no justified.
i could've been watching holly valance getting naked, instead i had to see the atrocities that was silent hill. carilious, i blame you punk! gumption or no.
Friday, August 11, 2006
headaches and handshakes
i'm sorry, apparently i'm not allowed to post his picture until i get the ok so...
mmmm....i'm right smitten. very much of the icky addicted-to-you sort. which isn't very good in terms of uni, i've just realised that i've got this one subject which i haven't attended a single tute for yet...
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i've never really blogged about anyone before so i'm still not exactly sure how to balance this, how much info i can devulge, how much info people care to read, or even if they (namely, you) care at all.
slap me over the head when i start gushing too much.
just saw Brick, brilliantly over-done, over-stylised, self indulgent, smart arse, jive talking, hip swaggering, present day highschool melodrama pretentious noir kind of good stuff. but it knows it's being pretentious, so you don't have to feel bad about getting sucked in. oh and the femme fatale gets her cumuppence in the end, as always, they all do. and my what a pretty cast.
Monday, August 07, 2006
MiFf, lunacy, and co
well...since someone else has already gotten there, with more effort and better prose, so i'll just do this:
dean's review
in a word,
Tongues!!
looks like i would only have seen two movies at MIFF this year, not volunteering sucks lemons. but they were both good fun and in good company.
dean, i'm after your dashboard, you just wait.
Saturday, April 29, 2006
oh lately it's so quiet
I've downloaded Journler. For any mac users out there, this is THE cool. so ok it's just a dated word processor, but amp'd up like a crazy mother fker. fully integrated with smart folders, tagging, all your iLife files, and it exports to blogger. which is how i'm doin' it now. and since mac is so good with bring its spell checker into any box you type in, my blog entrys are gon be spell check'd an all tha.
geeky goodness aside. yes i went into hibernation a bit, being forced write endlessly right before easter break i decided to boycott typing at my computer for as long as i can take it. so now, three weeks later, (and i know that because i'm three weeks behind on my lists) i think i've caught up. a bit.
there is a jump by the way
current music: Oh Lately It's So Quiet - Ok Go
i'm currently back-loging five movie reviews waiting to be typed up and posted, so that is coming (i think it's gonna be Syriana, Matchpoint, The Weather Man, Tsotsi, and Kokoda, so you get a good mix of your token foreign oscar fodder and the token australian film along with your hollywood whatnots. oh i'm such a hypocrite, i love hollywood whatnots and i know it. besides, tsotsi wasn't so flash. but more on that coming up). oh and i watched The Promise, that chen kaige bomber. i mean i heard how bad it was, but i felt it was my duty to experience it first hand before passing judgement. it was... ... aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhooowwwwwwwww
to make things easier, lets break it down.
Plot: Ludicrous, from the get go. The actual promise that the entire movie rests on? I don't know how he did it but somehow he managed to make a totally unoriginal and juvenile plot device unconvincing. and it just keeps unravelling into the gloopy globby mess that it was.
Effects: why is Chinese CGI always so crap? we're smart, we're nerdy, why the hell can't we work the graphics? Two years ago we saw how Warriors of Heaven and Earth has that horrible ring of green light that looks like it's drawn onto the goddamn celluloid by some kid, and two years later with a MUCH bigger budget, nothing. NO IMPROVEMENTS WHATSOEVER
Acting: i understand the appeal of having an international cast. but you really can't have the cast of leads all speaking chinese when they're Korean, Japanese and honky. Beside the fact that it sounds shit and immediately breaks any illusion, you can see the actors thinking about the words.
i honestly dont want to waste anymore webspace on this, it's painful. i mean it was really pretty, and we all know how much i like pretty, but i...i..... So the two worst films i've ever seen in my life, both chinese films and both really big budgets as far as chinese films are concerned. Heh, and people are worried about the Australian film industry.
lets step away from the car crash.
another year, another comedy festival completely missed. actually i still have a few more days left, but god, what's left now?
let's just wrap this up with all 3 missing 5ives
5 thing i tried, and now i'm over it
1. sudoku - what the hell kind of a crazy mindless fad is that? do a crossword you white collar shits
2. big brother - i've successfully sidestepped all 5 previous incarnations, so i decided i've earned myself an episode. couldn't finish it, even watching the E! News crew trying to figure out what Suri really means and whether Katie was really silent was a heck of a lot more interesting
3. maintaining a manicure - to hell with nails, being able to do stuff with my hands is way cool
4. finding the prefect winter boot (that i can afford) - just because i've failed
5. second life - sure being able to strip in the middle of a crowd is fun, but being able to function normally away from the computer is still better
5 ways to get happy
1. an hour long shower (or until the hot water runs out). seriously, a bath takes too long to prepare and sometimes you just need steaming hot water to pound your skin
2. sitcoms with milk and cookies. Having being deprived of this in my childhood (cookies not being available in chine and my aversion to milk) i'm making up for lost time
3. a midnight stroll with decent walking music and enough cigarets to chain it the whole way. it's the only time i smoke, so i make the most of it.
4. re-reading all the Jasper Fforde's the Thursday Next series and the Big Over Easy, can't wait for the Three Bears to come out in June, oh and he's coming down for a book tour too!
5. shopping, still the number one solution. buy stuff that i don't need just because I CAN.
note: the above list is exactly what's been keeping me away from updating this blog, that and podcasts. *sigh*
5 memories i cherish
1. The first time i had pomegranates, it was summer, i was five, and i fell in love with the squiggy seeds.
2. when i went to hong kong properly (not tagging along to mum's business luncheons) someone's pretty secretary took me around, and i spilled all my secrets to her.
3. 1996, Michael Jackson HIStory tour. daniel was living with us then, and i kept on stealing his CDs
4. the second time i watched a beautiful mind. the movie was the same, but the people were different, and that made all the difference.
5. That time i had that date with Ryan and i decided to bring Jazz, Cary and Francis along. We laughed, then went and saw Lost in Translation. It was a beautiful day.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
sun, sun, sun
just a quick update on the goings on of this blog. since it went screwy for the a couple of days. yup, i left the template page up for too long and someone (namely a 12 y/o girl hell bent on pissing me off) came in and tamper tamper...and since i don't visit my own blog i didn't realise till yesterday. good time to purge my links! changed a couple around, added good old stereogum etc etc.
got rid of site meter too. i know the numbers, it just got depressing.
mid semester essay time. can feel my life force ebbing away one theorist at a time. i should really do some of the readings during the semester. but that doesn't leave enough time for all the crap TV i watch, which contributes to my course donnit?
at this point i would just like to say Rock to Rave? the most pointless subject ever. a whole tute spent talking about where you stand at a gig relates to how you interact with the music. NOOOoo. i'm seriously uncomfortable around people who talk about linkin park like that, seriously, stop it.
and there's a lot of movie reviews waiting to be written, just haven't gotten around to it yet, need a solid block of time to churn them all out. and i feel an entire post dedicated to Scarlett Johansson coming on, it really hasn't been mentioned enough, just how sexy this woman is. i want to buy the matchpoint dvd just so i can watch her smoke and lick her lips over and over again... very ditzy star crush coming from here.
what's left? oh the fives...ok ok
5 things i could really do without right now:
1. the three bags of chips i bought for "provisional purposes" coming up stairs with me willing me to open them, damn you sour cream and chives, damn you to hell!
2. the little blue dot next to my podcasts telling me i haven't listened to them yet
3. my throttled net speed (yeah turns out we're down to dial-up speed because we've netted up to 30 gigs this month, just me and a little 18 y/o girl who really shouldn't be THAT interested in porn, freaked me out too. ok maybe not so much porn.)
4. mum all of a sudden trying to be the good mother and coming in every couple of hours ladened with food asking me "how the essay writing is going?" so i have to cover up whatever it was i was doing and tell her, "yup, just one more to go!"
5. writing these damn lists.
oh and i planned out this whole geeky post on Apple's 30th but now i think it'll be better placed in my cybersocieties essay rather than this blog, shall increase the interest factor of both, i think. And plus, they didn't release anything, so happy 30th you old hag (poo poo to you too)
my computer needs rebooting. i need rebooting. can't find the damn button.
~*~*~*~*~
on loop: Sun, sun, sun The Elected
sun, sun, sun, stay with me
don't go behind the clouds
I know that you'll go down
but while it's day, let your light hit me
cause if I lose you now
I fear I could bow out
and I don't know where I'm going to
when I get there, i'll send for you
and I'll know when i see it, but
be patient, I swear, I'll come through
so ride, ride, ride, ride your pony
but please don't ride him far
no, stay within the yard
it played out just like you told me
I'd scratch your pretty eyes
I'll put out those little lights
but your heart, I did not break it, no
it was taken from you years ago
and the hole those older men pulled it through
it's still aching
let's be patient, you'll pull through
you'll pull through
pull through
won't you?
and I've made
I've made up for my mistakes
cause of the pain of what I'd caused
can't be shit next to what I have lost
and I hated being fucking patient
so you waited
you waited
you waited
but I never ever came to
so sun, sun, sun
what are you doing?
you went behind the clouds
but all the rain came down
my old house is in ruins
if you would come out again
and dry up all the rain
then I'd climb right up again
like that spider in that nursery rhyme
and these tales, well they're not meant to
but it's time that we make them, come true
come true
come true
for me and you
Sunday, December 25, 2005
bah humbug
obligations, stupid fucking obligations
and boy does it suck, specially when, when it comes down to it, you realise your life is pretty empty without it and so you actually NEED it just to have a reason to get out of the house. least i don't have to go to work monday.
Movies to watch, coz that's all that's important with boxing day right?: (will cross them out throughout the year)
Russian Dolls (i have double pass! just don't know when i can use it! TOOT)
King Kong + Domino + 40 yr old virgin marathon (coz that's always fun)
Narnia (much as i hate the message it sends, and tilda swinton, everything else looks fiiiine)
Brokeback Mountain (both david and margret gave it a 5...)
Goodnight and Good Luck (as above)
Match Point (a woody allen film that's not a woody allen film? can i hear a hallelujah?)
The Family Stone (i want diane keaton for a screen mum)
Breakfast on Pluto (scarecrow as a queen?)
Capote
The White Countess
Rumour has it
Syriana
History of Violence
Apocalypto (oh the teaser looks amazing)
Walk the Line
Chicken Little (i'm sucker for 3D crap)
North Country
Nine Lives
...
Sunday, December 18, 2005
shame on you
i'm utterly crushed by the level of response for the exercise. which only proves my theory, people do suck. you may still redeem yourself in my eyes to going back to my last post and doing it, but i'll remember, i'll always remember...
in other news, NIDA announced yesterday that they've accepted 12 people for the course next year. that's right, TWELVE!! makes me feel a whole lot better. i'm just one out of the 1870 something people who didn't make it. man...compared to the 25 they took in last year, craziness.
and i've moved on from my crazy apple love of safari, finally graduated to firefox 1.5, mainly because i wanted to try out all these web 2.0 stuff and safari isn't always supported. so i've set up a portal and i did a complete makeover of my bookmarks bar and installed the del.icio.us firefox entension, i'm good to go. take a lookie! all my news feeds, non sequitur, and quick links and a to do list, not a bad setup if i may say so myself. ajax rules all. but someone please tell me where the extension is that has the close tab button in each individual tab...it's the only thing stopping me from removing safari from my dock.
I've found the source of all the invisible man tests, it strange how i recognise film more for their tone and colour scheme than costumes which would be the obvious thing. i mean i missed electra's red body suit completely and yet i managed
a film by the way, i haven't actually watched.
go to it and try it out, it's great fun, and i'll always remember it fondly as the quiz that won me a copy of carrie for cheating.
i was channel surfing today and stopped dead on UKTV. on the screen was a 12 year old kiera knightly with a younger and quite dashing paul bettany (aka jennifer connoly's hubby and the imaginary guy from a beautiful mind who was also in that gastly wimbleton movie with that troll). and a frame later Peter O'Toole stepped in as the head of a family. It turned out to be a nice little english tv movie actually. with kiera knightly growing up to be emily mortimer (who i only know because i saw her on conan just the other night, however there are great things being said about her for the latest woody allen). anyway the point of this story is "Coming Home" (1998) is fun, if only to see a pre-pubescent knightly rejecting advances from an old perv. poor thing, being labelled as a sexpot before she ever grew into her body, or ever will it should seem, if anyone remembers the hole, the one she did with thora birch where she lets her pancake tits all out, you would agree with me
anyway, oh do do the exercise! please i beg of you! i know this sounds pathetic but hey, i'll stoop that low!
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
restlessness
Basquait the movie was on sale at JB for 7.99
that makes me angry
when idiotic crap such as carmen electra's strip tease aerobics dvds come in four-parters that cost $30 a pop right next to the bargain bin. (which i really want by the way)
the combined brilliance of david bowie as andy warhol, dennis hopper, gary oldman, benicio del toro and they're just the supporting cast.
so ok i've only seen the opening sequence and the last 30 minutes of the actual film, but i know enough about it to know that it doesn't deserve a 7.99 label on it along with a pink sticker saying "buy me now i'm cheap!" slapped all over it.
ok this is another long one, waaaay long. all after jump
and i've updated my froogle wishlist, there's a link somewhere on my profile. (:edit: or just right there...) it's nearly christmas. damn, another year that i wish to remember none of. one of these days i'm going to do something big. maybe i'll finish that great american novel i've been meaning to write. yes i know i'm not american, but somehow that great australian novel sounds like it involves much tying down of kangaroos and eating of bush tucker, which is just SO not how i roll.
mondo e mondo should really be paying me royalties. that's the third time i've stood beside the moleskine stand for half an hour only to start spewing out to other people how great they are, then progressing to demonstrating all the little details memorised from moleskinery.com and pulling out the one i always have on me to show them how you can keep a pen in the elastic for the reporter styles which always results in me buying yet more cahiers because i've talked them up too much not to.
i think i'll go ahead and audition for national theatre down at st kilda. they're into method and, well, i have none. now if only daddy could give me my new years dough in advance i could go right on ahead and enrol. an additional 10 hours a week could be tough especially since i'm well, failing and all, but i think i figured out what's wrong with me, lack of anti-depressants! just sit me down with a shrink and shoot me up full of capped happiness and i'm open for business! either that or speed. it solved the problem for that kid in thumbsucker (for a little while anyway). aaaah speed, the miracle drug. help you lose weight and stay focused enough to get through the day, all that's missing is the ability to cure cancer and then everybody would be taking them! then it wouldn't be so hard to get some.
but seriously, that's the second indie i've seen in a row whereby the barely legal psych drugs solve all the problems. speaking of which. Shopgirl is brilliant. except for the voice over commentary. man i want to punch steve martin. The rest of the film is so great that the narration thing is....it's.....ARGH! like the trailer was the best movie trailer i've seen in a LOOONG time (aside for the harry potter one but that's just visual gusto) and the movie is actually what you expect it to be, but so much better at the same time. just like i <3 huckabees made me feel last year but with more resonance since there's an actual story at play. and that other thing in common, jason schwartzman, boy oh boy, what a greate character. 
i finally rented the dreamers, and russian ark for the third time, maybe i'll get to see it this time. oh and oh personal breakthrough, i actually used the phrase "i'll save it for a rainy day" today. i couldn't help it it just came out. i am officially old.
:edit:
oh but how could i forget to mention! the other day i decided to go through devdas again (the newer one with all the eye candy). now i downloaded the film, cept it's not in any format that my dvd players or dvd burning programms that my mac understands. so i can watch it, just without the subs. so i basically just jumped to all the musical numbers. and i happily cried myself to sleep that night. i knew to cry because i've seen it before (several times actually) about only from half an hour into the movie (ALWAYS half an hour into the movie dammit). today it was on world movies again and so i excitedly jumped to the channel only to find that it was half an hour into the movie... so even though i know the story and the gist of things, truth is just imagin any forsaken tragedy of love and you've got the gist. but i still don't know the damn details. so i'll just cut through the crap. someone buy me a copy of the dvd. i don't want a burnt copy since, alas, like all bollywood movies it runs for over three hours and the compression would kill it. literally kill it. because by god is it beautiful. moulin rouge has got NOTHING on it. i mean ok you pour all your money and biggest stars into the one vehicle with the most retold story in a very lucrative industry you'd expect nothing else, but just wait till you see it.
ok so that's enough ranting/rambling. got work tomorrow. oh by the way, john butler actually moved to the area so he'll be in a lot from now on.
oh and let's do an exercise, i'll rip this right out of someone else's blog (who in turn ripped it out of someone else's blog, it's postmodernism with an olive) everyone who reads this blog who happens to also know me (rather than the usual net stumbler), post a memory you have of you, with me, a moment. it could be anything from the utterly humiliating to the higest of highs. see the theory is that different things are significant to different people, what you remember may not be something that i'd recall. so comment away, anonymously if you so wish, that could be part of the test! see if i remember your memory! i'm feeling in the mood for reminicence. and also i'd like to know just who reads this thing...
and therefore if no one replies to this.....erm...
"Pish for thee, Iceland dog, thou prick-eared cur of Iceland!!!"
Saturday, November 12, 2005
holy mother of a long post
i have emailed G a detailed account of the audition, so detailed that it was infact over 2000 words. it's after the jump, i'm sure there are other's who would care to read it, if they're bored enough.
by the way, i've been on an australian film kick. i saw little fish tuesday night, and then wolf creek today. and i gotta say, the latest batch of aussie film makers make me proud to be an aspiring member of the industry. i won't say too much about little fish coz, well, cate blanchette, hugo weaving, sam neil, martin henderson, lisa mccune in a movie that treats asians just like any other member of australian society whereby their "asianness" is not touch on at all? need i say more?
but wolf creek today. now people who know me would know that i don't scare easy. i laugh at most horror flicks actually, and it's usually the shock tactics that gets me a little jumpy (exhibit A: the exorcism of Emily Rose). but man, i was truely terrified during wolf creek. it was the first movie where the entire theatre (albeit a quite, pretty empty one) gave one huge collective sigh once the credits started rolling. seriously it was a very loud exhale from EVERYONE. greate build up of suspence. it got to the point where i was glad one of the protagonists got killed because it meant no more drawn out torture for her or for me. good good stuff.
email to G:
ALL the details? ok here goes, the blow by blow. i haven't been able
to go through this with anyone so it would be ridiculously detailed, i
would highlight the major events but i don't know how to in gmail and
i suck at html. i'll try and do paragraphs =P
so...the audition was on tuesday (smack in the middle of exam week) at
the ballet centre. i walked up all scared and i see this group of
people sitting there talking about all their past acting experience.
so incredibly intimidating. This one girl (absolutely beautiful,
looked like a young audrey hepburn) was telling everyone how she's
been living in south africa for the past six years and how she a
"commercial actress", as in she does ALL the commercials for south
africa and international and how horrible it was to see her own face
plastered around everywhere. yeah she was real pretty, but i wanted to
smack her head in. Oh and it was real fun hearing about all these
other people who's auditioning for the third year running, and
outlining the process they went through to prepare for it since they
were 10. so here i was standing there in the room feeling so out of
place and completely out of my depth, but then again i'm cocky,
acting's supposed to be a natural talent right?
eventually there were about 30 odd people who showed up, and we were
herded into one of the studios. there were four judges, two were
tutors at NIDA, one was a first year student and the other was an old
grad. then one of the tutors, Kevin, gave us a speech on how difficult
the audition process would be, and even if we did get in how difficult
life at nida would be, and that if we ever wanted to be employed we'd
better quit now because most actors don't work.
so after that delightful news we did some warm ups and vocal exercises
and got split into two groups, half stayed in the studio with one of
the tutors and the first year student and the other half went to a
studio next door with the other tutor and the grad. the tutor's do
most of the judging, the other two are just there if you need someone
to perform to in the scene.
how it was supposed to work was we all do one of our monologues first,
then after the whole group's finished we switch rooms and do our
second monologue with different judges. then they make their decision
and only 8 people would actually get to do their third. so we had to
make our shakespeare one of the first two. and lucky me i got to go
second. i sat through the first girl's performance and kept telling
myself "look, she's not moving much, her body's stiff, she's losing my
interest, i must be better than her", the judge stopped her half way
and made some suggestions and wham it was my turn.
oh by the way i did beatrice from much ado. i wailed, i cried, i
poured my poor little heart out and i went all the way through without
her stopping me. then she suggested that Ivan the first year come up
with me and i do it all again but to him this time. so, i directed all
my wailing and crying to him (who by the way was completely
non-responsive. i hit him and nothing, i pushed him and nothing. he
was as wooden as that harry potter kid in the first film) she then
stopped me halfway and told me that beatrice was a smart woman, start
again. i was stuck in the "huh?" mode and i wasn't sure what the hell
she meant so i cried a little less, and yelled at the poor boy rather
than the wailing. she said, yes good. and i had to go sit down. a
couple of others did beatrice too, cept they were a lot calmer, in
fact they were right on boring. how anybody could stand up and say "O
God that i were a man!" dispassionately is beyond me. so i was feeling
pretty good about myself, thinking, ok that was a tad much but at
least i got her attention.
so the second monologue. Mrs Erlynne from Lady Windermere's Fan. Yes a
forty year old woman. but i figured, she keeps pretending she's
29-30, i'm 20, so our age gap is actually about the same just that i'm
going the other way. Kevin didn't ask too much to begin with so i just
did my thing. then he asked me why i picked it. Now, i blabber a lot
when i'm nervous, and while i wasn't nervous during the monologue, i
was about answering that question. i said something about having to
pick something by Oscar Wilde and he asked me "didn't you know about
the wonderful proposal scene?", my mind was thinking "which goddamn
play had a wonderful proposal scene?" so i said "well i wanted
something mature and withheld and held-back and muted and
well...mature"
pathetic eh? generally people stop me when i'm blabbering but he
didn't so i had to keep going. and so i felt awful. The rest of my
group improved vastly this time round too. And he had a special
affinity with shakespeare. stopped people a lot to get the rhythm
right. talked a lot about how the main thing is to tell their story,
and it's all in the language. people don't go to see acting, so as an
actor you do all your homework, then you forget it. don't fidget,
don't move around too much, stand still and let the language tell its
story. he was really great actually. but anyway, then the judges all
got together to make their cut.
we got back into the room, all 30 of us. and i sat near the door ready
to go. Kevin then gave another speech, this time about acting in
general. Basically that we, as aspiring actors wanting to work in
Australia, should be watching australian television no matter how
crap, and watching australian movies and know what's going on. and
most importantly going to see plays and a lot of them. a lot of them
would be crap but there's no other way. they can't teach us to act or
be inspired. and we have to have the knowledge, we have to go to
opening nights at the malthouse and "bump" into people, we have to
mingle. For example, we should know that Tony Ayres who directed
"Walking On Water" is looking to cast a new movie with an all chinese
cast. Then he pointed at me. he said "you should know this and get a
good agent to track down that part, it's difficult for him right now
to find chinese-australians and there, i just gave you a job, in fact
i'm having dinner with him on friday i might pass on your number"
i can honestly say at that moment my heart skipped a beat. then he
told us that only six of us would be staying for the third monologue,
but i was all buoyed up that i didn't really care if i got to stay or
not. cept then he called out my name amongst the five others and oh,
that feeling.... there was this other guy sitting next to me,
Sacchrine who was also staying and we just stared at each other
totally bewildered. we were still sitting on the floor and everyone
else stood up and filed around us patting our backs and our eyes
stayed locked, it was happiness exactly, or relief, i know i was
worried coz my third piece was absolute shit and i could tell he was
pretty much thinking the same thing.
we had a lunch break then. but nobody ate anything, mainly because it
was the ballet school canteen and there really wasn't much besides
what looked like bird feed. i got to know the other five a little
better. two of them had been this far in the process before. one of
them, a kid who was still 18, was at St Martin's all year practicing,
the other girl had an audition for VCA on thursday and waiting for a
call back for WAAPA so wasn't too fussed. and then we got to
workshopping! yay!
*prelude* i did Cavale from Cowboy Mouth, a play i had never heard of,
nor read. i just got the sense that i could play up the innocence in
this one which was the contrast i needed so i picked it. and again i
did it the whole way through and they didn't stop me. and at the end
Kevin asked "why did you pick this particular piece?", i panicked
again, and mumbled something about "innocence, not really innocence
but a wonderment that could be portrayed in an innocent way". i could
shoot myself. but oh then it gets worse, because i gave such a shit
answer i was still shaky, then he asked me "why theatre?" and get
this. this is actually what i said:
"because to me, acting, running through emotions over and over,
jumping from one to another is so...alive. that's what life is,
through what we feel and not anything else, so really, acting is
...a...validation of life to me..."
a part of me floated up and looked down at myself and thought "WHAT A
WANKER! SHUT UP YOU STUPID WOMAN!"
i think by then Kevin was losing interest in me, so he asked me to do
beatrice again (which is why i made the cut in the first place i
think). so i did it, the wailing and all. he stopped me at the first
"KILL CLAUDIO!". then he stopped me at every phrase, he even got up to
demonstrate what he wanted. i think he loved beatrice too much to see
me butcher it. bascially what he wanted was calculated rage. but he
kept on cracking stupid chinese jokes like "i want to see the chinese
dragon mistress" and "be like the girls from Hero". it was great
though, the more he was yelling instructions at me the more i got in
to it and it was so fun. he stopped me whenever he saw something he
didn't like (now you're just seducing him! don't, you're angry! ...is
that how you are normally?) and reassured in all the right places
(you're a greate emotional actor and i love that about you, but now
learn to contain it, shakespeare never wrote "and then she weeps"
Beatrice is a strong woman. Don't CRY). in the end we all got a call
back and he pulled me aside and asked if i minded if he really did
pass on my contact details to Tony Ayres. like he needed to ask, i
mean why are we auditioning?
ok. i'm spent. i wanted to tell you about how the others did as well
but maybe another time. oh i've now read cowboy mouth and realised i
was WAY off. they took away my windermere and gave me Patty from
Little Murders (a dreadful play that's NOT IN ANY LIBRARIES OR
BOOKSTORES, someone checked it out of the ERC and i can't find it
anywhere). and i'm still struggling with having a non-crying beatrice.
oh ho i'm not even going to bother to spell check this. just make do
will you? oh wait, it's the end, so you must already have. lol
the second audition is Monday 21st. there will be about 10 people,
around 30 would make it to the second round then we go on a short
list. 5-6 gets picked and fly up to Sydney to audition with the rest
of Australia. they accept 20-25 students each year. *sigh* a long way
to go. and i need to run my monologues over with someone other than my
mother who basically wants me to keep my movements beautiful and
graceful, bleh.
anyway. i'm off to watch "Walking on Water"
nite ~.^
Alice
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