Like a Good Book

So here is my 2 cents on "Inside Out"

( Spoilers, obviously )

All great stories are just a mirror, and this one isn't any different. If you haven't seen it, go. Just bring tissues.

I knew I was about to head out on Friday morning so I got up early and managed to leave the house at 9:45 (which is early for a Friday). The plan was head to the Frau Blau sale (they're a couple of Israeli-Russian designers who make wonderful colorful clothes who fit me quite well), to go get my latest 120 film developed and walk around TA photographing. I gave myself the challenge of taking only monochrome photos, which was really fun and challenging (photos to come).

Made it to Frau Blau and left after 15 minutes with three new shirts - very colorful, very flattering, the nicest fabrics, but two of them will not fit work - just too colorful and open. Great for the weekend, though.

Took off on foot and headed down Alenbi street and went through Nachlat Binyamin (which made for some lovely photos). I still need to get the hang of the fuji's auto focus, I think it's a bit slow, but then again I've heard it's one of its problems, so it might be just that.

Gave my film to be developed (very few places who develop 120 film) and headed to Shenkin street for a fruit shake. Watermelon and banana is a great combo. SAt on a bench for a while, drinking my shake and reading "Four to Score" (Stephanie Plum novel) on my kindle and then went home. I was lucky to have the bus arrive right when I got to the station and to have a place to sit (not an easy thing at this place at this time on a Friday).

My parents took my grandma to my grandpa's grave so I made myself lunch (asian-marinated tofu with broccoli and rice) and waited for my mom to come so we'll go to the Accessories Market.

The Accessories Market was nice as always, lots of designers we know (my mom spends half the time there talking to the designers). I got a new necklace and a hat and my mom bought a new bag from her favorite designer Belinky.

We were back home just in time for me to catch a movie I love on TV (Shlomi's Stars, one of the only Israeli movies I really love) and then I headed to Ofer and Shiri's.

The evening was lots of fun, with great games and great people, and after dinner, when the second round of games was starting I excused myself and took everybody's photos (again, only monochrome), which was a great decision, since if I would have played we would have had very few photos and this way I caught everyone on film. And here was the great thing about the fuji - ISO 4000-6400, and not an eyelash batted by it, so i could catch the action without having everything blurry as hell.

So now on to uploading photos and then maybe a bit of "Orphan Black".

I loved "Beautiful Creatures". Loved it to death, but they changed quite a bit of the plot, and got rid of a few good characters. A few I really liked.

I also got the feeling it could have ended right then and there at the end of this movie, when there are three more books in the series.

But.

See, when I read the first book I was annoyed to discover (as I usually am, these days) that the book was the first in a series. This might sound odd - I read tons of good series's of books. Having the characters grow from book to book and spending more times with them, after you already grew to love them is awesome.

But.

I'm kinda sick and tired reading a lovely book and not get an ending. It happened to me again this week, with "Miss Peregrine's home for Peculiar Children". Goddammit, can't anyone write a self contained book anymore? Must all books have sequels upon sequels? You have a great story to tell - great. Write one fucking book. If it's too long cut into it. Distill it. Longer plots don't necessarily mean a better story, just a longer one.

But I'm raving. What I wanted to say (even though I love the Caster Chronicles, and Artemis Fowl, and Thursday Next and all the others) - I loved this movie. I can live without it having sequels and the plot would still make sense (it didn't at the end of the first book - you could feel it, that nagging feeling that things aren't closed). And most of all, Ethan and Lina (my god, I can't even remember her real name, the one they revealed at the end of the forth book) were amazing together. It was so strong I felt it. Something moved in me when they kissed (it happens, not a lot, but it does. It started four years ago, when I feel that, for real, from a story, from a movie, it stirs inside of me and makes me know it's real).

[Yeah, "Miss Peregrine" joined "Why the Evolution is right" in my clean shelves project, which is alive after two dead months. More on that at the end of March]

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Yep, that's it.

Got back from "The Impossible". My god, the portraying of the tsunami was fucking horrific, and there were some too-graphic-for-my-taste filming of injuries, but the movie was good, got through all the "right" places, emotionally, and Tom Holland (the kid who plays Lucas, the oldest boy) was magnificent.

And I'm going to sleep.

Oooh, "Black and White" on the radio! :)

Went to see "Cloud Atlas" yesterday. I feel like I've only just scratched the surface with this movie, like I feel most of the time with books I read for the first time - like I need to go back and watch it again and again to really get what I need from it. What I want from it.

Since I had no car I took the bus to Dizengof Center. The theater there isn't one of the most comfortable. I so used to the good quality of the Cinema City and Yes Planet theaters it really bothered me.

I went to see it on my own. I feel like I'm wasting my time this past month, and I needed something to do. It didn't help much, but it gave me something else to think about.

Having the Albatross (that's how I call my new phone) with me all the time is making it easier for me to remember what I want to remember - got an app for TDLs and I'm going to use it to see if I can keep track of the movies I watch and the books I read.

I'm less than coherent about all this.

Anyway.

Just got back from seeing "Perks of a Wallflower".

See, there's something about going to the movies on your own. I've been doing it since forever (high school maybe? I can't remember), there are just some times I have to do it, I have to sit there when the lights go out, which is one of the things I love most about life, ever since I was very very small. I have to sit there, think with myself, talk to myself sometimes and be that lonely girl I used to be, because she's in there, she's the very foundation of everything I turned out to be, and I love that foundation. It's a good one.

It's a good one because I learned so much about myself those days. I know these things now because of who I was, I can dig within myself for answers when I know they exist, and I can tell why I do some things and why I don't do others, and if there is something I want to change I can go there and change it because I know where to go and look. Those are things I learned long ago, on my own, sitting on my bed, listening to music, trying to figure out what were all these things inside me and how they fit together.

Which brings me to the movie. It was a good choice for the alone show. Just the right one. I had very little expectations of it, and went because of (admittedly) Emma Watson, but it was one of the most beautiful,, sad, real and optimistic movies I've seen in a while. I haven't read the book (I might now), but I think it was done very well. the guys are great, Emma Watson is more than great, the story is thick enough to hold all the drama, and the characters are the kind you immediately like. I liked the Rocky horror picture show reenactment, the music, the snow angel, but the tunnel ride was just how you're supposed to feel when you're around people you love.

You listen to that song, and you spread your arms, and the wind is in your face, and the tunnel rushes by you and then it's over and the sky are so big and quiet, and that moment, there - it was worth it.

That's what it was to me. because my foundation isn't bare anymore. But the beauty and stability of the structure I have nowadays relies on that foundation, and its importance has never been transparent to me.

Went to see "Pina" Last night. Without a doubt, beautiful as hell. You get to see pieces of dances, solos, duets and group dances and in between the dancers talk about their life in the company (they sit with their mouths closed and their voice is played). It's amazing to see such old dancers - man and women in their forties and fifties. One of the younger dancers is actually a daughter of two of the older dancers. Unbelievable how Pina Bauch's company is held together - the attention she apparently gave to each of her dancers was such that they talk about her like she's their mother. Or more than that.

This isn't a dance company. This is a family. And you can see what it does to the dance. You can see how each of these people is woven into the entire group's movement. How they each have a place and a voice and yet when they dance together they're more than the sum.

The movie itself is filmed in the most beautiful places (all kinds of weird buildings, glass halls surrounded by forest trees, an inverted train in the middle of a city, road sides, sandy quarry), and on a stage (the group dances). "Cafe Moller", which is the only piece I ever came across before (in the film "Talk to Her") is an amazing creation and I will definitely watch it at some point in my life. I actually checked to see if they were dancing in Berlin while we're there, but no such luck.

A thought that occurred to me during the movie - about a fifty year old dancer who danced on point for 5 minutes straight - about how she does it - and the answer who came to mind was "Well, she's been doing it every day for the past 40 years, of course she can dance on point for 5 minutes straight".

If you love modern dance, I strongly recommend to go see it. It's one of those things that makes you humble.

"Hereafter" is, in three words - simple, elegant, impeccable.

I love Clint Eastwood as a director.

Day 3 - a song that makes you dance.

Well, the thing is, whenever I watch a movie that involves dancing (from "Dirty Dancing" to "Center Stage" to "Save the Last Dance" and "Hairspray") I want to dance, and I do it, if I'm home alone and I can make a fool out of myself without anyone else watching, but this one... Again, the quality of the video isn't the best, but it's the best "happy ever after" dance this world has ever seen, in my opinion.

From "Hairspray" - "You can't stop the bit"



The runner up was the song from "Dirty Dancing 2". It's a part of my playlist, though.