what i like (movie)

２００９年看過又印像深刻的電影
排名不分先後

雛菊
幾年前興 fu c nga 一起去看的
出了電影院後的對話令我覺得她是一個很有思想的女生
到現在一共看了4次，感覺一樣非常良好

飛越瘋人院
就是Foucault 所講的the soul is the prison of the body 吧
後而想到大笨象明明可以把腳鏈弄斷逃走卻為小時候的陰影所拖累
綁著大笨象的不是那條腳鏈，而是童年陰影
中國人有謂”心病還需心藥醫”其實也是先要把心靈從監獄中放出來
還有
McMurphy的 不自由，毋寧死！

電話亭
不記得是誰說的十大cult片之一
西班牙短片，片長約35分鐘
從未覺得電話亭內是如此恐佈

放牛班的春天
ah ching極力推介
真誠又自然的電影另同場加送天使般的歌聲
如果可以有多幾位馬修先生這樣的老師
社會上或許可以有更多的天才而不是一堆填鴨！

Michael Jackson's This Is It
R.I.P

百萬元與苦蟲女
蒼井優 是看它的原因
它開啟了我的gypsy heart

蘇州河
可以看到10年前的周迅 (分別是沒有什麼分別)
還有很喜歡第一人稱說故事的方法
和影片開頭描述蘇州河一帶上的一切那段長鏡頭
粗糙的粒子下真實的景況就是這樣子的美
我想薛凱琪那首蘇州河的填詞人也一定看過蘇州河吧 不然不會寫出那樣的歌詞

Gelatin Silver Love
每秒鐘都幾乎可以單獨 capture 下來成為一張照片！

梨泰院殺人事件
真人真事改編永遠有一種吸引力
“我們不是要證明那兩名青年沒有殺人
我們只是無法確切證明那兩名青年殺了人”

魯冰花
我小時侯一定看過，可是又想不起故事內容
暑假時終於找了來看
一套80年代的電影，是放牛班的春天那一類題材
就是壞孩子得到新來那老師的啟發開始自己的興趣．．．．
我認為是腐敗的教育和那些無知的人們殺死了他

The Foreign Duck, the Native Duck and God in a Coin Locker
詭異的戲名加上瑛太，還有Bob Dylan 的Blowing in the wind
在暑假的夏日電影節刊物中看到，二話不說就買了票，沒發現沒有人和我一起去看
所以這是第一套自己一個人去看的電影
離場時不禁心中暗喜，原來是這樣啊
the answer my friend, is blowing in the wind, the answer is blowing in the wind.
噢！Bob Dylan會於4月8日來港演出嗎？

The Legend of 1900
一個在郵輪上出生至死去也從未踏足過陸地的鋼琴天才
就是因為從未到過陸地，所以沒有被教育、社會等這些軌道所改變以致他保留了自我。
他是與眾不同的、獨立的一個。有時我會認為他不是地球人．．．．
只是到最後堅決留在船上的那段話讓我痛心
一個在 norms 以外的天才是幸運還是怎樣

The Rocky Horror Picture Show
結論1：夢
結論2：cult film 係會睇上癮！

Trainspooting
差點忘了Trainspotting
開頭一段台辭真的令人無言
電影中的人們做了我一輩子極大可能不會做的事情
還有爬進馬筒那一幕真是又噁心又美好


想到什麼就打什麼，十分零碎
錯誤或表達不清不要問我

Silver Love

Blonde Redhead - Elephant Woman



Gelatin Silver, Love
Directed by Kazumi Kurigami

everything will flow

我　想　離　開　這　個　鬼　地　方　。









Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fxxking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fxxking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fxxking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fxxked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?

T h e L e g e n d o f 1 9 0 0

Key's begin.
The keys end.
You know there are 88 of them.
Nobody can tell you any different.
They are not infinite. You are infinite.
And on those keys, the music that you can make is infinite.
I like that. That I can live by.

You get me up on that gangway and you roll out in front of me a keyboard of millions and billions of keys that never end.
And that's the truth, Max.
That they never end.
That keyboard is infinite.
And if that keyboard is infinite, then there is no music you can play.
You're sitting on the wrong bench.
That's God's piano.
Christ, did you see the streets? Just the streets.
There were thousands of them.
How do you do it down there?
How do you choose just one?
One woman.
One house.
One piece of land to call.
Your own one landscape to look at.
One way to die.
All that world just weighing down on you.
You don't even know where it comes to an end.
I mean, aren't you ever just scared of breaking apart at the thought of it?
At the enormity of living it?
I was born on this ship.
And the world passed me by.
But two thousand people at a time.
And there were wishes here.
But never more than fit betweeen prow and stern.
You played out your happiness but on a piano that was not infinite.
I learned to live that way.
Land?
Land is a ship too big for me.
It's a woman too beautiful.
It's a voyage too long.
Perfume too strong.
It's music I don't know how to make.
I could never get off this ship.
At best, I can step off my life.
After all, I don't exist for anyone.
You're the exception, Max.
You're the only one who knows I'm here.
You're a minority.
And you'd better get used to it.
Forgive me, my friend.
But I'm not getting off.