The Faith Trailer

Human kind thought they were too smart to ever be manipulated again. They were wrong.

In the near future a religious cult has taken over most of the power on our destroyed planet. They are The Faith, and their rules are simple:
you either follow them or you die.

Grim Brothers Trailer

Luke and Ben are brothers. But they haven't seen each other for a long time.
When their mother dies they meet again at the funeral, and discover what has been going on in each other's life: while Ben seems to have a perfect life, his older brother's has been spiraling out of control for as long as he can remember.
As time passes they find out more about each other, face their demons and discover that a "normal" life is never what it seems.

(The "acclaimed novel" thing is just a joke :))

Sleepless nights

It's one of those again.
I try to sleep. I really do. But I can't.
And I can't do anything productive. I can't write, I can't create.
I can't even play Grand Theft Auto, because that would take so much energy.
But I'm not tired.
Well, not in the traditional, sleepy, yawning kind of way.
I wouldn't call it insomnia, because that would probably mean I couldn't sleep at all. But I just can't sleep before six am. There's a difference.

Maybe, but just maybe, I'm still afraid of the dark. I used to have this kind of love/hate relationship with the darkness.
I hated it, because you don't get distracted. You lie there and it's quiet and there is nothing to do and you start thinking, and my thinking scared me. I used to go crazy if I was left alone with my thoughts for too long. I mean crazy crazy. Like, Autofiction crazy.

You lie there in the dark.
The dark leaves you alone with your thoughts. There's nothing to distract you. And your thoughts build a cloud, the darkness, pressing onto you.
People say sometimes emotions make you explode.
But with all that pressure on me I can only implode and disappear.

I wrote that about a year ago. And there is a kind of craving towards that, unexplainable.
Maybe because it's the only time these thoughts can actually roam free.

So now I'll just drop into bed, and try again.
Because thinking does make me tired, I think.

Favorite quotes - 21st of July, 2:45 am

Chucking her under her chin, he said, “What are you doing here, honey? You’re not even old enough to know how bad life gets.”
And it was then Cecilia gave orally what was to be her only form of suicide note, and a useless one at that, because she was going to live: “Obviously, Doctor,” she said, “you’ve never been a thirteen-year-old girl.”

- The Virgin Suicides, by Jeffrey Eugenides

Lunar Park and Memory Lapse

For some reason, ever since I have started reading Bret Easton Ellis, whenever I read a passage in a book and it moves or fascinates me, I start learning it by heart.
Not on purpose. Not to recite it when the time has come, but just because these sentences get stuck in my head.
I can quote the entire first page of Ellis’ The Rules Of Attraction. Why? I don’t know. It doesn’t really serve any purpose.
I can tell you exactly what happens in every single chapter of Martha O’Connor’s The Bitch Goddess Notebook. I can lead hours of discussion about the deeper meaning of movies like 28 Days Later... or tell you everything that happened in Lost (well, almost everything... come on, it’s Lost!)
I couldn’t tell you what the Pythagorean theorem is about if it would safe my life, but ask me who Julius Caesar’s lover was, or what Marcus Tullius Cicero did to become one of Rome’s greatest lawyers.

And the only reason why I know this stuff is because I’m interested in it? That’s not really fair of my brain, is it?
But how can you trick yourself into liking something? Is there even a way?
The way my brain works is not fair.

Favorite quotes - 17th of July 2008, 10:33 pm

These are the darker truths. I am no saint, I promise you that. I will turn stones over to prove it. For if I talk of wars, of boundaries, and secrets, and if I talk of the bombers who walk, calmly, onto a square or onto trains, shouldn’t I talk of us? For it was a war, of sorts.

- Oystercatchers, by Susan Fletcher

Poem

I found this poem on the internet a while ago. Sadly, I don't know who wrote it.

the rise of unlimited power is felt
in hands human, mortal
life sees each other
making eye contact
Soul to Soul
this is how the soldiers
knew breath's value
for they saw the answering destruction
of themselves, murdered,
after they killed them

Kinda Movie Review: Kung Fu Panda

Aww, does the idea of an computer animated, over-weight panda doing kung fu not seem cute to you? Not? Alright.



I watched it yesterday with my wonderful friend Kerstin (que pasa, puta?), and it was a hoot and a half. It's cute. And it's got animals in it. Talking animals. Talking animals that do kung fu. Anyone?

Dexter. Takes life. Seriously.

Someone has to say it:
Dexter is by far the coolest thing that has been on TV for a long time.

How do I explain this?
Okay, remember Six Feet Under? How every week before it started you get all euphoric and giddy in the head? Yeah, that's how Dexter makes me feel. I'm in love again.

Dexter is the story of Dexter Morgan (Michael C. Hall), a charming man who works for the police. There's one problem: Dexter doesn't feel any emotions. But he does feel the need to kill.
So his foster father, Harry (the wonderful James Remar) taught him to use this urge for something good.
So while officially, Dexter is the "splatter expert" under the Miami detectives, in his free time, he hunts the bad guys, in his own, well, special way.

Okay, this all sound itchy and like another of these Moonlight (did anyone watch that? I stopped after 20 minutes, because my lunch was coming up...) genre rip-offs, but it's not.
Dexter is a smart, edgy, great, funny, smart, sad, smart, extraordinary, smart show, with great actors and actresses, and even though I've only watched the first six episodes so far, I am totally hooked.
Michael C. Hall is a totally charming guy (any Six Feet Under watcher will agree), but the pulls off something that isn't the typical psycho killer act.
Dexter's thoughts are hilarious - the way he copies human emotions, because he can't feel them himself, the way he tries to understand why humans do things - grieve, have sex etc. - and you have to love him, no matter what.
The other characters are amazing as well - Dex's foster sister, Deb (The Exorcism of Emily Rose's Jennifer Carpenter - who'da thunk it?) is such a crazy, witty and uber-hard working tomboy.
Dexter's "girlfriend", Rita (played by Julie Benz, who was on Angel a couple o' years back) is turning into one strong lady after she has been broken by her ex, who repeatedly beat and raped her.
Angel (David Zayas) and Masuka (C.S. Lee), two of Dexter's colleagues are frikkin' hilarious, but they're no jumping-jack's, either.
Sergeant Doakes (Erik King) is funny and interesting to watch, and the at first very unsympathetic Lieutenant Maria Laguerta (Lauren Vélez) - love the name - is turning into one of my favorite female characters on TV.

So, this show is great. If you can stomach some blood and strong language, I suggest everyone should watch it. It's not a soap or anything, but if you like mystery with some personal drama thrown in there (as seen above: like Six Feet Under, maybe Angel), you should love it. There's a turn around every corner (or Dexter waiting behind it - who's to say?), and this show keeps me fascinated every single second. Did I mention how smart it is?

Oh, I have to tell you about this one scene: Dexter and Rita are watching a sad movie, and while Rita is crying her eyes out, Dexter is completely unmoved.
She turns to look at him and sees how collected he is, somewhat surprised.
Dexter's voice-over, while staring at Rita with his eyes wide open: "Maybe if I don't blink, my eyes will tear up." It was funny, even though it doesn't really sound like it. Narf.


Also, the credits-song is mighty creepy.
Check it out here.

Gone Baby Gone

I'm leaving for a week of Switzerland tomorrow.
I'll probably have lots and lots to talk about when I get back!

Hugs
xoxo
Poppanna