nice to meet you...

recently watched:

the vanishing (1988 version)

two lovers (2008)

white ribbon (2009)

recently realized:

these three share the same sense of darkness, which i like to watch but don't want to make any human being feel the same way.

once

i was a cat

then

once upon a time

when i was a cat

i felt down down down

when i was a cat

once upon a time

then

i thought

what if i was just a hat

dreaming of becoming a cat

but

then

i am sure

i was a cat

once

upon

a

time

when i was

not this much sad

painting by hyatt moore

editing is a never-ending story.

but here is a final cut...

people are not good to play with...

i try to believe in as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

one, there are drinks that make you shrink.

two, there are foods that make you grow.

three, animals can talk.

four, cats can disappear.

five, there is a place called wonderland.

six, i can finish editing.

illustration by arthur rackham

my friend M. - a student in Oxford University- decides to go to listen the Ambassador of Israel in Oxford Union. however she doesn't have any idea that she would be double-security-checked as a Muslim woman wearing headscarf. they want her to take her scarf off for "security reasons" and they cannot show her a room to do this. so she should either not enter the conference or take her scarf off in front of the eyes of the public.

"it is no doubt, unbearable and inhumane experience" says she...

i do believe that Israel has a right to protect herself, just like other countries do. but the question here is who will protect us from Israel?

excerpts from

an

epic

failure

of

the attempt

to

storyboard

by

pictures

to do list:

clean the apartment

lock the location

cook

something

that is edible

storyboard!!!

buy props!

smile

buy jumpers!

talk to him

buy your film stocks!

answer your e-mails

paint the walls.......

breathe in

breathe out

hush!

it is MOS...

wait for 3rd of November!

for a moment

i thought

i could lose myself in the feeling of content...

lost

&

never found

so pure...

so simple...

so real...

the yellowish leaves were falling on me

the sky was bright and blue...

i was neither

in time

nor

out of it

i was a part of the flow...

now i am praying to feel it again...

and again...

and again...

could you please die a little?

lost souls always come here mr. anderson...

would you like to drink something before going nowhere?

would you mind

pulling

my focus,

please?

painting by dustin zimmerman

www.dustinzimmerman.com

jealousy drives you mad!

right, babe?

"

i am lost

but

not stranded

yet

"

let me put it this way...

life is crazy.

end of the discussion!...

so, stay out of it...

if you can!

so

you think

we are

grown ups!

i would say... think again!

i can easily

be fooled

by

a piece of chocolate...

but

she cannot be...

because she really is a grown-up now!

happy birthday anna!

somethings happen when you are not even looking at them.

all of a sudden you find yourself in the middle of it.

tiny mini bonds have been created while you were not looking at that direction. or maybe while you were trying hard not to look at that direction.

life! why you always operate like a fork? it really hurts.

image: david kleinert www.davidkphotography.com

who could have thought

in the middle of the editing class

a gate would appear on the screen?

but

unfortunately

we missed the chance to run away.

don't wait for us harry!

bob nixon can control my dreams.

proofs:

1) a nightmare woke me up in the middle of the night. i was dreaming about a very sentimental horror movie and trying to find flaws on production-wise. obviously the producers were very successful, because i woke up with a tremendous fear of ghosts.

2) immediately after waking up, i began breaking down the script that b. has given in the class.

looks pretty obvious to me.

rambla pa'qui rambla pa'lla

esa de rumba de barcelona

&

caramel ice cream

that's the only way to get rid of all the gloominess has sticked to my skin.

gugli gugli gugli go away!

"(...) but, if a neurological impairment prevents psychopaths from fully understanding the wrongness of their actions, are they fully to blame for their wrongdoings?" (mind game, by carl elliott)

i would say put the blame on me boy, put the blame on me.

a typical scene from raise the red lantern. everything is bigger than the individual. the leading character is the house which stands for the customs, the traditions, anything but the human beings, anything but the women.

no need to say more about this beautifully built up movie. it is speaking for itself visually. which is hard to accomplish but a must to accomplish for a movie maker. of course there is always more than meets the eye. as the master put it: you did not see anything!

well... i wish they have had a better editor. some transitions between and within scenes really distracted me.

all

the bonds

that

I have

are

only reflections

of

the bond

between

me

and

you

perfect!

i am invisible again...

and let's sing together please!

cellophane miss cellophane

should have been my name...

a story should never be told over

and over

and over

and over...

before it is written!

i need a metaphor here.

but cannot think something

other than

stabbing someone in stomach

over

and

over

and

over...

so

r.i.p. my dear story.

i will never forget you.

and will not be able to write you as well.

in loving memory

of

what is left from today.

i think

jacqueline laurent

as

françoise

in

le jour se leve

is the most innocent

femme fatal in film history.

cannot think of a misery

that

a good song won't cure...

tra lala tra lala...

i was able to not direct what didn't need to be directed says andrzej wajda about ashes and diamonds which he directed in 1958.

continues...

i was mature enough to let others make their own contributions to the film.

which makes sense to me especially since i consider cinema as an art genre and since there is no art without spontaneity.

now i am thinking about alfred hitchcock.

reset

undo

formatting

i think these are the operations we need in life... uhm... shortcuts as well!

mabel: dad, will you stand up for me please?

father stands up.

mabel: i didn't mean that. please sit down.

father sits down.

mabel: dad, will you stand up for me please?

father stands up in confusion.

father: i don't understand what you mean mabel.

(a dialogue from "a woman under the influence")

the meaning loves to play hide and seek.

he doesn't like me... at all...

it's been a while since I said something... meaningful.
or
it's been a while since I said something that I really meant.
so
it's been a while...

up & down...
my only consistent action...

thinking about rachel corrie... RIP!

there are dark holes on earth.
hidden.
you may step in
and then
fall
fall
fall...
the worst part is
these dark holes do not lead you to wonderland!
you may
keep falling
forever
or
when you come to an end
you may
lie down all alone...

a portion of consistency, please?...

days are passing by...
without
even saying
"hello"
or
"good bye"

american dream:
3 movies
by
1 ticket
or
you may say,
buy 1
get 3!

why?

scared to death...
I don't have anything to offer,
may I just sleep please?

lost & never found

begging for sleep to take me in...
see...
they were right
because
I really don't know how to fall...
especially, asleep...
and
I was right
because
I also don't know how to let it go...

in need of long walks
for
days and nights...

I discovered a new paradox:

being connected to the disconnected...

they say:
you don't know how to fall...
I say:
I don't know how to let it go...

"take the italy out of him" says aja...