What have I been doing in 2010 – a comprehensive list of a person’s life - IV

Films I've seen:

Part 1 – What I Didn’t Like, What Inspired Disgust and What Made Me Wonder

• § Avatar
• § Ik omhels jou met duizend armen
• § Passie vrucht
• § The Fountain
• § Wolverine
• § Inception
• § Man vs Wild
• § Office
• § Shawshank Redemption
• § Reservoir Dogs
• § Salt
• § The Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind

Part 2 – What I Liked, What Inspired Lust and What Made Me Happy

• § Alice in Wonderland
• § Due Date
• § Fantastic Mr. Fox
• § Coffee and Cigarettes
• § New Kids Turbo
• § Happiness
• § Simon
• § Life Aquatic
• § Cida de Deus
• § Hangover
• § Punch Drunk Love
• § Le Diner de Cons
• § Toy Story 3
• § Boogie Nights
• § Taxi
• § The Fall
• § Monty Python
• § The Party
• § Wall-E
• § Soldaat van Oranje
• § Cloaca
• § Ride Hell
• § Coco
• § Night on Earth
• § Sue Little Sunshine
• § Big Fish
• § Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
• § Love Guru
• § Magnolia
• § Forest Gump
• § Estomago
• § Batman
• § How To Train Your Dragon
• § The Indestructibles
• § The World’s Fastest Indian

Autumn Film Time

Monday
Dragging myself to The Hague is reminding me a lot about the times I used to live there dragging myself to Amsterdam. But when I think it’s so much more enjoyable and don’t need to work on any more of those school projects, it’s such a relief!! Dining with the uni mates and drinking beer, catching up and making jokes on our projects. Awesomes!

Tuesday
No tv, I’m living in such a pure and clean environment. No tv, no smoke, no commercials and no asthma. Let us also be free in our minds – we saw “Milk”, check it out.

Wednesday
Kept up the good watching-films schedule with the classic “One Flew Over the Cuckoos’ Nest”, brilliant!!

Friday
Damn, I needed to destroy the good series – with a stupid “Break up” film – put it on your forbidden list!

Saturday
I continue my “Gadjo Dilo” without translations, just for the sake of a good one!

Sunday
The week is only complete after seeing a series of 10 short Dutch films. The humour, the freshness, the sensation, the unthinkable, the complicated and again, the fun of it got me in the right mood for a wonderful Sunday night with da sailorboy.

2 Weekends and Lots of Films

After the "There Will Be Blood", you only want to see "Apocalypto" - even more brutality, so then we chilled with "Citizen Kane" and I discovered where the White Stripes lyrics for "The Union Forever" come from.. arrhh! suck an idiot, never to have known this! "Stranger than Fiction" and some oher Will Farell Bush show are deadly hilarious..

I'm having a girlfriend over and talk about old stories, new stories, traveling and jobs, thn we take a walk to this brilliant coffeshop = the one you buy coffee from!! I've seen a new small espresso machine, just looks genius and spreads out espresso.. I've been trying to find some pictures, but I guess it's not that famous.. oh well, maybe in few years..

Next day we're getting sailorboy's family over - they get convinced about the I've-had-too-much-to-eat power of .ro food, we enjoy our talks and brother G. getting crazy on A'dam Klezmer Band, so we're careful about bringing Balkan Beat Box on the stereo..

After more monopolistic stories with IT-guru and his Dr.FeelGood girlfriend, we come to the horse-penis medical instrument story and other anal consultations - just disgusting enough to put on a table during/after dinner. Ask me on private and if I'm in a good mood, I'll tell you all about it ;)

Remember how much I like the circular stories? It comes back to Balkan Beat Box which the RacecarSultan has put as background on his and Sailorboy's Dakar film - looking good! and after beer, wine and the more traditional vishinata and palinca we start grooving on the beats.. next morning all we can do is chill with orange juice and good coffee.

Nici filmu bun si nici berea rece..

Bai da cand e sa aiba omu ghinion, pai atunci nu-ti iese, ce sa mai… am zis noi – adica io cu rusoaica mea – sa ne vedem intr-o seara. Pai hai si ne-om vedea! Si daca tot planuisem si cu Fane sa ne vedem, iar baiatul si el era pe-acolo, hai sa chiar punem de-o distractie.. eh! Nici chiar asa distractie mare! Hai la un film ceva, mai linistit si inca eventual ceva mai pe urma.. mai vedem.. hai sa gasim un film. Ah! La dracu, iar ne-a picat netu!! Ce porcarie infecta!! Cand iti trebuie si tie ceva, iti mai pica netu@! Baga-ne-am picioarele!!

Da lasa ca o sa caute Anjshka pe netu ei de pe mobil. Hai prima data la cinema 1! Pai hai.. of, stai ca m-am uitat gresit! Filmu ala a inceput de mult, hai la cinema 2! Pai si la cinema 2 intarziem!! Da, lasa ca o sa intarziem 15min, nu 30, ca la celalalt. Baiatu olandez nu mai intelege nimic din esteuropenismu nostru.. da se face gen de gashca sa nu ne strice petrecerea.

Ajungem noi la cinema – ah, pai filmul a inceput, nu mai vindem bilete, zice fata de la casa.. sa nu va zic ca v-am zis, zice fatza baiatului.. noi ne uitam unii la altii, pai daca nu vrea sa ne vinda bilete, asta inseamna ca e pe gratis!! Yes!! Si ne facem ca ne pierdem prin cinema si intram in sala. Sala – ghiftuita de lume prin toate coltzishoarele – de unde sa gasesti 4 locuri?! Canci! Ne asezam 2 in fatza, adica ei – si noi pe scari.

Admiram filmul. Este ceva cu Budha titlul.. nu-l mai tin minte, ca v-as recomanda din suflet sa fugiti de el ca de dracu. Este despre o fetita din Afganistan care alearga juma de film sa intrebe daca nu vrea cineva sa-i cumpere ouale, chipurile vrea sa-si cumpere o carte de banii de pe oua.. i s-a pus pata, de parca invata cineva acolo.. alearga ea juma de film, i se sparge un ou, pana la urma isi ia un caiet pe care i-l rup.. si o prind si niste copiii care fac pe talibanii si vor s-o ingroape de vie. Cam asta e marea porcarie pe care am vazut-o pana am hotarat ca rar sa mai gasesti asa film prost!! Incredibil, frate!!!! si am iesit. Ne intrebam de ce stau toti aia in sala si se fac interesati.. pai au dat bani! Normal, ca altfel ieseau dupa 5minute!

Acum ce mai facem?! Hai la un bar ceva.. nici noroc la baruri n-am avut.. si alea pline si infecte si am tot mers asa vreo 30min, de pana la urma am zis – gata, intram undeva. Si unde-am fost, sa ne tot f idus, ca si berea era calda! Si ni s-a facaut somn, deci am incheiat seara glorios cu un mare somn.

Filmmuseum

I always wanted to go to Filmmuseum in Amsterdam. It’s in Amsterdam. It’s a museum. And it’s all about films!! Well, I think I may had overestimated it.. it’s a small place where you can have films. You can see some old images, some old rooms, like you’d have in a bigger house, but then where you can have good seats to a good-quality film. It’s all about quality, so I like it. Artish European films are always good for me! I’ve seen an Irish film called Hunger and then had a drink at the bar there. It’s in Vondelpark, just try it.

Diary of a Times Square Thief

What I liked about this film is that a former prostitute who’s now teaching sexology at a prestige university is telling how she lived. It was such a world of uncertainty, where she didn’t know when she could get aids and die, that she only bought one roll of toilet paper. When that one was over, she could go buy the next one. Anyhow, she didn’t afford much. But I thought that was brilliant!

Next to this, old ladies painting their rooms, creepy characters, shootings, love affairs, murders, families – there’s about everything happening at that time. And a man who from writer turns into some one who steals about everything to spend it later on drugs, women and alcohol. Steals about everything implies also puddles he can then sell for more money.
The Dutch guy buying his diary goes search for him, and so does the documentary-film get born. And I saw it all at Cross-Border festival in The Hague.

RocknRolla

Wake up with joy jumping all around me – it’s the day!! Ze day! The day I pick up my red bike. As all the nice things so far – I’ll find it on facebook! And I did – some Hungarian sister assures me it’s a good deal. Thanks, girl, I’m off to The Hague.

Now how does this bike fold?! Oh what the hell, no one will notice, and I’ll loyally stand next to it, just in case some one wants to get away with it! Huh! I’m so cool! Well, still, I have no idea how to go around The Hague. The best idea’s to park it at the Central station. No of course not next to the other bikes, mine’s special! It will be under the advertising pole!

I abandon my lovely bike, I get to The Hague uni, as if I haven’t seen it in a long time. But I’m now with Stefan for the Open Day – he finds some good IT study he can do. We go on celebrating my mom’s birthday, why of course the Greek resto. They have the best Amstel beer ever! You’d normally think that’s weird, but they do.

After a good dinner we went on to the cinema to see the RocknRolla. Like always, we take the popcorn and drinks and try to go to our seats. While just stepping in the cinema, we hear some kind of alarm, I think they’re the doors. Then comes ze voice – this is a fire alarm, you are required to leave the cinema. Is this a joke?! All the people were slowly walking towards the exit… like in a stupid fire alarm exercise. No one needs to hurry, what’s burning, man?!

People are crowding and obviously annoyed they stare at the newly empowered bodyguard. He’s the action man. He’s acting just like he needs to fight for some Oscar. Raising his voice like hell. Me and Stefan are munching on the popcorn, it’s a live show! Finally, after 15 minutes of what’s-going-on, we get to get back in. Oh, I almost forgot – the firemen came after 10 minutes, makes you feel safer, right?!

RocknRolla rulz!

The Doors or How It All Happened

Have I already mentioned I’m spending an awfully lot of time on facebook? Yeah, I did. So one of those days when I spent too much time in there, I saw this add of Janita. Janita would like to make a short 

movie and she’s looking for cast and crew for “The Doors” short movie. 

It sounds fantastic to me – must be a way to learn about how to really make a movie!! And I did.
You can see all the history of it, all of Jan’s thoughts, desires, cuts and impressions, a lot of creativity, creativity process and extra’s in here: http://www.doorsshortfilm.blogspot.com/

I still feel there’s a lot to do with it, a lot of time needs to be put in and I’m missing it L I’m so sorry, Jan! I wish I could have put more time into it, but I’m still happy it happened!! And I’ll post much more about it after getting permission.. 

til then:

Dear Jan,

Thank you for I’ve learned from you how to make people feel confident, how to take over if they feel lost, how to jump in if they need support, how not to judge them, but offer them a hand, how to enable, rather than criticize and how to laugh and hide your anxiety and it feels good!!

Just another Wanna week [39]

Monday
God, I hate Mondays!! Man Mondays suck! Who invented Mon’s already??!! Anyhow, I need to crawl to work, pretend I’m awake, pretend I understand the Dutch they speak, smile and still look intelligent, don’t say “I don’t give a fuck about your reports, you compulsory-needy jackass!”. Meanwhile I need to get stuff for Jan’s film. The film needs to be brilliant; we have to bring the spark in, me, just the light, actually. Try to find that around this small country! I honestly wish you good luck for the power!! After 30 e-mails and already 10 denials, I just get my ass to school.. such a boring time. Oh well, at least I crush by my uncle’s.

Tuesday
The forever-artist is here. Should know better than telling Sasha to meet in front of the information point where there are 2 information boxes. Only listens to half I’m telling, if I don’t make my point quickly enough. And I never make it quickly enough. To no-one’s surprise, I forgot my phone and need to wander around the Central Station to look for Sasha, we’re finally there.

We go through long processes of explaining the strippenkaartjes in Holland, but then Sasha’s the guru. For some kind of strange reason every one gets what he says, never when I say it. Sometimes I think my words are just lines in the air, cues floating and some one reads them in the air. But mine just float higher or lower and they fade away quicker and sometimes they’re not that easy to catch..

Jee, I love subtleness! Anyhow!! Sneaked around the city, trying my best not to do take the usual tourist sightseeing tour, arrghh! Makes me mad. Same places. Then decided not to see Dam Square for a week. Not that I made it. But still a good decision for me, I swear that place has a magnet!! Like the little Dutch restaurant I like to go to.. so we’ve been there and stolen words from each other, so we could tell more stories, and more Romania and more Netherlands and more all the parts of this world! Then we forgot ourselves in smoke, alcohol and same old good stories..

Wednesday

Fortunate to be dealing with more Cash is King in the office, goodie! I’m getting pissed of because this guy’s writing me shit on how my Dutch’s not good when trying to sweep me off. How blond could one be?! I reckon it’s just the too-open-not-to-offend Dutch kind’a style and forget about it as soon as we get to The Hague. The sneaky beers get the mood quickly alleviated. We remember about times together and we forget about time. And about Jasper’s concert! Damn it, I’ve missed it again!

Thursday
Brutal awaken in The Hague, my body is almost crying from tired every-tiny-part. Lucky me I get cheered up by Frank-man, the Dutchie-German explosive combination. He collects war uniforms and other peculiar stuff that he never wears but spends money on. What a woman!! And then pretends he has no friends, for a change, just so you’d think he’s got some decency in him. So enough reason to enjoy conversation. Then I go back to the uni where the chief man-in-charge showing up like on ex and giving us hard time is doing his thing. I can only enjoy some more, I’m such a masochistic bunny about school. Keeps me kicking. And we – Sasha, Fane, Lydie, Jasper, me end up in Boterwaag talking about wedding traditions in Dutch and sex in French. We then laugh in Romanian, of course.

Friday
The everlasting way from The Hague to Amsterdam is bringing me down. I take my time to think about every bit of my life, as the train rolls slowly through the misty morning. No really, the mist makes everything different. The light is shining through trees like heaven-snow and microscopic particles sparkle in it, man, I love this country!! All natury pure! No day for working, that’s for sure! I have beer with my colleagues and friendship feelings are all around us. Can’t wait to see my sexy pillow!

Saturday
It’s the big film day! Good to see Janita, everyting’s prepared, but it’s not. Janita’s confidence is getting stronger with a prayer; the actress’s singing and mumbling in French gets me in the mood for Action! The actor speaking Chinese is in need of my coordination. We’re getting our

selves on the same page later on. Hard to have a race-nation-blood-connection where no one has the same – we’re so different – Asian-Europeans-African with so different backgrounds and lives, but so beyond and into shooting a short film in the Maas tunnel in Rotterdam. We just have a blast of walk-through the scene, rolling the cameraman in his wheelchair as dolly, hoping no one would pass through the scene and everything would sync! Long live Jan! We did it.. got home at 3, with new hopes in my head and new dreams crunched in my will.

Sunday
It takes me another long morning to realize I’m a good-for-nothing-lazy bihatch. But then again – I’m not getting any better! So I decided to move to The Hague again – there I’ve seen beauty as paintings in a gallery in Rijswijk. Australian shit with a Hong Kong girl as a muse. It’s like I’m in the Red Light district with all the naked women on the walls. I get home and feel cosy with my family and friends. Total persons = 2. I’m daydreaming about the Dutch guy – what can make a woman happier?! Maybe diamonds..

Iar ies si in toate filmele olandeze e musai sex

In curand nu o sa ma mai suport.. in fiecare vineri e tur de onoare – hai sa mergem in September, un bar inghesuit in Grote Markt, in centru. Dupa ce te-ai frecat de maneca si solduri cu toti olandezii si turistii nemti, trebuie sa te muti si-n Boterwaag. Nu-i problema, poti sa mergi cu aceleasi bauturi, ca patronul e acelasi si e peste drum. Dar daca nu bei si acolo, parca nu te simti bine. In September auzi muzica mult mai bine, e feeling de dantuiala, in Boterwaag e feeling de tacamuri de cantina, cum ar zice Geamy :) Da si asa, ce mai conteaza – au Stella Artois la sticla.

Nu tin minte daca am povestit.. olandezii spala paharele in felul urmator: Pahar jegos – luat pahar jegos in mana – apasat cu piciorul pedala de dat drumu la o tzashnitoare gen de unde bei apa in Cismigiu – bagat pahar jegos la spalat cat apa sa tzashneasca in interiorul paharului – contact apa – pahar – 20 secunde pe ceas – scuturat pahar ca de raie de apa cu clabuci – pus paharul in tava cu apa si scursura de clabuci de o saptamana – servit client cu un pahar curat.

Din acest motiv, berea la sticla este oricand apreciata si parca ai mai mult tupeu in noapte, iti tihneste si parca nu-ti mai sta gandu la salmoneli si indigestii. Este bine!! Revenind la Stella noastra – cica englezii o cer asa: gimme a bitter wife – aia-i Stella ;) Bineinteles ca dupa Boterwaag urmeaza De Paap, barmanu deja ma cunoaste, lumea e prietenoasa... ca de obicei faci chat cu toti necunoascutii, femeile se baga in seama cu tine, de zici ce-i aia: “il vrei tu pe-asta?! Nici eu. Hhahha” si “extraordinar, ce bine dansezi, se uita toti barbatii la tine”.. da parca si tu, bihach!

Iar totul se termina in Pijpelaar(nici nu am link pentru asta, normal), dupa cum mai povesteam, culmea dubioseniei.. ..ba chiar de cate ori ajung acolo e din ce in ce mai plin.. incredibil, frate!! Deci dubiosii se inmultesc, se perpetueaza si se aduna. Da oare ei ce cred despre mine?!

Si a 2a zi esti la fel de obosit ca atunci cand nu mananci nimic, muncesti toata ziua si bei un pic.. da, na.. ai tot weekendu sa te refaci.. chill, lekkereala la greu si vazut un film la Scheveningen.

In filmele olandeze, daca nu se dezbraca cineva in primele 10 minute, e clar ca filmul n-are valoare.. ba inca daca se dezbraca si-i pe degeaba, gen fara sex.. inca olandezii se mai gandesc daca sa stea in sala sau nu haha. Anumiti olandezi, evidemment. Dar si asa, un film serios, Zomerhitte, tot are o femeie goala mai tot filmul si da! Nu o sa ghiciti, sex. Nerecomandat sa mergeti cu parintii la cinema.

Girlz day out

Rememoram intamplarile de seara trecuta si numerele schimbate, textele din ziua urmatoare, si mergem la piata. Eu si Lydie. E o piata mare-mare. Totul e mult mai ieftin ca orice in Romania, bien sur. Au tot ce gasesti la noi intr-o oarecare piata, plus toate carnurile posibile, mai ales peste, yummy. Poti sa gasesti orice, de la un somon simplu, la ce mai complicata caracatita.. sau haine si alte radiori sau chestii ce-ti trebuie prin casa.

Ideea principala e ca e asa frumos sa-ti iei mic-dejunul in piata, dupa ce ai facut cumparaturi. Este un peste genial! Foarte simplu si delicios. Si parca ne trezim, desi imi trebuie un espresso. Ajungem acasa la noi si in loc de cafea, primesc bere. Fane gateste ghiveci turcesc, radem cu Alberto si Paola, si ne latzim pe canapea, uitandu-ne pe geam. E o vreme prea frumoasa pentru Olanda!!

Deci mergem in Delft la Festivalul filmului iberic. Am vazut “Soledad”, foarte tare, frate! A luat premiu Goya pentru regie si alte 2 chestii, dar regia este exceptionala. Omu foloseste niste tehnici de separare a personajului, izolare si splituire a ecranului, genial!! Si personajele sunt separate, centrate si backgroundul blurat.. filmul e cam trist asa, dar mi-a placut prea mult, deci daca apare.. sa-l vedeti!

Si ne mai intoarcem cu Lydie la finalul zilei de gatit.. desi duminica este ziua lui Alberto de gatit paste.. excelent. Saptamana viitoare sa vedem daca mananca cineva ce gatesc eu :) deshiiiii!! Joi am gatit surpiza si a iesit yummy, mai am putin si devin nevasta ideala :P