Reflexión sobre música

¿Alguien se ha dado cuenta que la BSO de Pesadilla antes de Navidad sirve como música tanto para Halloween como para Navidad? A finales de octubre me entraron las ganas locas de escuchar y ver a todas horas la peli, y ahora que llega mitad de diciembre noto como Jack burbujea en mis venas.

Ezekiel

"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and goodwill shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."

Inglorious bastards

El día empezó mal. Muy, muy mal. Mi moral estaba por los suelos y lo único que me apetecía era que despareciera esa sensación que atenazaba hasta el último nervio de mi cuerpo y no me dejaba sonreír. Este es un país muy grande, pero parece que no lo suficiente como para que encontrara a alguien con quien pudiera hablar sin reservas, sin tener miedo a que luego me pudieran poner verde a mis espaldas.

Pero sin quererlo encontré un rayito de sol enmascarado en Tarantino. Y además de la buena compañía y de que estuviera en tres idiomas extranjeros, me lo he pasado muy bien. Es una de las mejores películas de Tarantino, a lo mejor no tan buena como Pulp Fiction —pero es que Pulp Fiction es un clásico, joder—, pero la historia te engancha y cuando te has querido dar cuenta han pasado las horas volando.

¡Realmente han habido partes de la peli en las que creía que la tensión me iba a matar! Tengo muchas ganas de verla en castellano y saber cómo han resuelto algunos interrogantes traductores... además que la voz de Brad Pitt en inglés no es la voz de Brad Pitt de verdad. Lo siento.

Ojalá Fran la hubiera visto conmigo, habríamos disfrutado mucho. Pero ya la veré con él, y será como verla por primera vez. I've never been so confident with anyone, he fills my happyness and really think that that's my real place.

Ayer me acosté triste, hoy he vuelto a recuperar fuerzas. Me alegra saber que mi positivismo no es tan difícil de perder =).

Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain (2001)

Volví a ver esa película, y como otras tantas veces, su lema me llegó al mismísimo corazón, porque elle a me changé la vie vraisment.

La representación de las cosas pequeñas, de sus lindos afanes por hacer feliz a los demás, lleven a Amelie a encontrarse con la persona que, después de todo, la cuida y con la que se siente libre. ¿No es deseable un futuro así?

Me gustaría dejar aquí el trozo más bonito de la peli, y para los que no la hayáis visto, ni se os ocurra ver el video porque es un puto y jodido spoiler (WTF Sara, eres una spoileadora D:!!).

Está en francés subt. al inglés, pero son tan innecesarias las palabras...



En un huequecito de mi ser, Amelie quiero ser (o soy) yo =$.

Gorgol Bordello - Start Wearing Purple

Gorgol y su peli Wristcutter, a Love Story merecen una actualización en el blog. Gracias por tu equivocación con la peli, Estela. Nos lo pasamos bien esa noche =D.

Fando y Lis (1968)

Hay películas que están hechas para no ser catalogadas, y creo que esta es una de ellas. Dedico esta entrada a mi madre, que nació este mismo año, y a Marina, que siempre está dedicando risas y ganas de ser voluntaria en la vida.



En fins, el finde se presenta tan nublado dentro de casa como soleado fuera, pero parece que no hay nada que se pueda hacer. Me he dado cuenta que este año va desgastando mis fuerzas, y empiezo a sentirme como una piedra fría y pulida por el tiempo y los golpes. ¿Realmente es tan difícil ser un individuo de la especie humana?


Quedan tres días para la fiesta de Chicas -novios- y postres. Uo!

Tears to shed

MAGGOT
What does that whispy little brat have that you don't have double?

BLACK WIDOW
She can't hold a candle to the beauty of your smile

CORPSE BRIDE
How about a pulse?

MAGGOT
Overrated by a mile

BLACK WIDOW
Overbearing

MAGGOT
Overblown

MAGGOT AND BLACK WIDOW
If he only knew the you that we know

CORPSE BRIDE
(sigh)

BLACK WIDOW
And that silly little creature isn't wearing his ring

MAGGOT
And she doesn't play piano

MAGGOT AND BLACK WIDOW
Or dance

MAGGOT
Or sing

MAGGOT AND BLACK WIDOW
No she doesn't compare

CORPSE BRIDE
But she still breathes air

BLACK WIDOW
Who cares?

MAGGOT
Unimportant

BLACK WIDOW
Overrated

MAGGOT
Overblown

MAGGOT AND BLACK WIDOW
If only he could see
How special you can be
If he only knew the you that we know

CORPSE BRIDE
If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain
If you cut me with a knife it's still the same
And I know her heart is beating
And I know that I am dead
Yet the pain here that I feel
Try and tell me it's not real
For it seems that I still have a tear to shed

MAGGOT
The sure redeeming feature
From that little creature
Is that she's alive

BLACK WIDOW
Overrated

MAGGOT
Overblown

BLACK WIDOW
Everybody know that's just a temporary state
Which is cured very quickly when we meet our fate

MAGGOT
Who cares?

BLACK WIDOW
Unimportant

MAGGOT
Overrated

BLACK WIDOW
Overblown

MAGGOT AND BLACK WIDOW
If only he could see
How special you can be
If he only knew the you that we know

CORPSE BRIDE
If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain
In the ice or in the sun it's all the same
Yet I feel my heart is aching
Though it doesn't beat it's breaking
And the pain here that I feel
Try and tell me it's not real
I know that I am dead
Yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed

Vincent

Vincent Malloy is seven years old,
He's always polite and does what he's told.

For a boy his age he's considerate and nice,
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price.

He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog and cat,
Though he'd rather share a home with spiders and bats.

There he could reflect on the horrors he's invented,
And wander dark hallways alone and tormented.

Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him,
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum.

He likes to experiment on his dog Abacrombie,
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie.

So he and his horrible zombie dog,
Could go searching for victims in the London fog.

His thoughts aren't only of ghoulish crime,
He likes to paint and read to pass the time.

While other kids read books like Go Jane Go,
Vincent's favorite author is Edgar Allen Poe.

One night while reading a gruesome tale,
He read a passage that made him turn pale.

Such horrible news he could not survive,
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive.

He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead,
Unaware that her grave was his mother's flower bed.

His mother sent Vincent off to his room,
He knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom.

Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life,
Alone with a portrait of his beautiful wife.

While alone and insane, encased in his tomb,
Vincent's mother suddenly burst into the room.

"If you want to you can go outside and play.
It's sunny outside and a beautiful day."

Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn't speak,
The years of isolation had made him quite weak.

So he took out some paper, and scrawled with a pen,
"I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again."
His mother said, "You're not possessed, and you're not almost dead.
These games that you play are all in your head.

You're not Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy.
You're not tormented, you're just a young boy."

"You're seven years old, and you're my son,
I want you to get outside and have some real fun."

Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall,
While Vincent backed slowly against the wall.

The room started to sway, to shiver and creak.
His horrid insanity had reached its peak.

He saw Abacrombie his zombie slave,
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave.

She spoke from her coffin, and made ghoulish demands.
While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands.

Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams,
Swept his mad laugh to terrified screams.
To escape the madness, he reached for the door,

So he and his horrible zombie dog,
But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor.

His voice was soft and very slow,
As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allen Poe,
"And my soul from out that shadow floating on the floor,
Shall be lifted--Nevermore!"