Psycholove

Yesterday, on a beautiful and sweet Sunday we celebrated Ask a Stupid Question Day. Stop laughing, I know it’s crazy, it’s actually like celebrating Peeing Day, or buying balloons for the 15 years since Dumb and Dumber got released.

Yet you all know I am silly. So… a silly person wouldn’t miss writing about stupid questions for the world! Take a sip of coke and listen:

From time to time I like to spend some free time checking out my blog-visits. There is a fast-food chain in Greece called Free time, stinky burgers. Anyway many of them come from google searches. Boring, boring, most of them are looking for sex and Chinese girls who want to have sex. One though was particularly interesting, a fabulous exception. A female web surfer who seemed to be in big and sentimental trouble, googled her little problem: “In love with my psychiatrist! “

Alright, sweetheart, I don’t want you to look for solutions to another psychiatrist and finally fall in love with him also –what a vicious circle that would be! Ok, you know what I am kinder than Mother Theresa: I’m gonna light you a path.

It doesn’t seem uncommon for a woman to get sentimentally involved with her shrink. It’s kinda like The Prince of Tides, eeeerrrr although Barbra Streisand is not a guy; hmm she does have a big nose however hahaha (get it? big nose-fallacious symbol, oh what a stupid thing to say). Hear my thought: I consider that each psychological disorder constitutes an exaggeration of a natural operation of the human psychosynthesis. A sense exaggerated that lasts and insists - this is my own definition of the psychological problem.

In order for you to grasp my idea I am going to set an example of perversion, of which the super-light version we have all lived. Bondage!

The weird factor, when a couple consents to this sexual behavior, is not the sadism of the dominator but the masochist feelings of the submitted. Why would someone enjoy pain? Ahmmm, well because she/he’s a freak. Ok besides that hahahahaha: What attracts in the masochism of this kind is the individual’s total inactivity, the 1000% dependence from the powerful dominator that has as a result a sense of safety. Freaky huh? Human nature, my friends, is way more complicated when it gets distorted.

A dash of oregano… oh my god am I that hungry (!) –sorry, I’m back, I’m back: a dash of the bondage philosophy certainly constitutes a part of our little hearts and regulates our interpersonal relations, including the erotic ones, in a large degree. Moreover women get “submitted” more often despite the maternal instincts because of the nature of their social roles and their phenomenal physical weaknesses –somehow the fact that we don’t manage to open a jam jar by ourselves has to be a big deal.

Moving on! The relationship of the patient-gal and the psycho-dude, involves a lot of bondage action. The distant man interviews/examines the poor woman who has to smash each of her walls, speak of her life and soul, her “romantic” experiences and be sincere about all these! This, my dear Ovi readers, is called submission... submission in all its glory. And the masochism? The acceptance of his prescription. The distance that he will always keep (as a doctor). And the way he may break her at any time with one look, a word (as a person) –which hurts a lot because she has already exposed her whole true story with no love or intimacy in the air.

Hmmm, but I promised to help -I am going to propose a solution: Ask him out and find a woman psychiatrist to heal your little psycho-wounds. Cool?

Now… who’s got a whip?

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International Day of the World's (Indigenous) People

I was just thinking about this day, the 9th of August, the International Day of the World’s Indigenous People and it just hit me… why don’t we dedicate a day for celebrating people, I mean all people, all kinds of people, of sexes, colours, hairy people, fat, tall, asexual, you deserve a big and fancy balloon.

Intermission –eat your chips: I just killed a teeny tiny and very annoying insect that was strolling on the laptop screen, I hope today is not the World’s Most Annoying Little Creatures Day. Anyway, I am listening to Barbara Streisand right now, "Memoryyyyyy" –yeah I know a bit corny but I’m in a really romantic mood… you know being a girl and all my heart gets no rest…

So, during the day we celebrate people, we should ponder over huge issues that threaten society. You know the way a big fat elephant can scare the hell out of cute little Ratatouille (I named the mouse of the metaphor after the Disney’s character so what? Hahaha) –oops, isn’t there a stupid misconception about elephants having a musophobia? Anyway, when mentioning these huge social issues I was actually referring to sexism, racism, fanaticism: Boys excel in math and chess, girls dig painting their nails, while black people are stupid but have big private areas ‘cause God did them a favor. Yeah right.

What interests me the most is not the attitude of a racist, but the social behaviour of a racism victim. The “stereotype threat” affects our behavior and is reflected in every aspect of our personality. Examples, please gather around:

1) In 1964, Katz, Epps, & Axelson, studied the stereotype threat by testing it on students: African-American students performed better on an IQ test when they believed their performance would be compared to other African-Americans as opposed to European-Americans.

2) In 1965 Katz, Roberts, & Robinson conducted the following experiment which depicts the stereotype threat in the best possible way: African Americans performed better on an IQ test when it was presented to them as a simple test than when it was said to be an IQ test which would measure their intelligence. In some formal words what conveys from these studies: Low performance expectation may cause withdrawal of effort. The stereotype threat might be expected to undermine the standardized test performance of African-Americans relative to European-Americans who do not suffer this added threat. Oh my God, too formal… I feel like wearing glasses, hahaha.

Imagine you’re a comedian and you have to make fun of everything, nature catastrophes, wars, death, racism, every single tragedy, wouldn’t you think that stereotypes that socially torture us, stereotypes that in part caused Auschwitz and Apartheid, stereotypes that WE form, and then strike us like a boomerang are the silliest phenomenon ever occurred on earth?

I mean nothing’s there, you say black is bad, then you realize you’re black and kill yourself. Get it? I wrote once in a novel: I hurt my heart just to satisfy my depressed nature. That’s it! We need a day, 24 hours to think about these problems, once a year we should walk outside with no worries, less hatred, feeling safe and 100% socially accepted. I am asking too much I know… Whatever dudes, I gotta run, my pop corn’s ready, I’m watching Disney’s Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs tonight –hey! Don’t jump into any conclusions, don’t be slaves of stereotypes… I’ll bite your nose! See ya soon…

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Mother's Day, yeah baby!

Hellooooo!!! Who missed me? Ok, alright, wow so many, get in line, don’t push each other… but enough of me, this is not a special day for me after all ‘cause I got no kids. Today it’s Mother’s Day, so come on, go and send flowers, kisses and lots of Hallmark Cards for the amazing creature that brought the amazing you into life and taught you how to walk and speak – she didn’t teach you how to dance though, hmmm tough.

Mothers… women… women… mothers… Aren’t we something – I say.

What is a mother anyway? A woman that brings a new life into the world and determines drastically her child’s upbringing! Behind every great man there’s a great woman and it’s no joke ‘cause no one’s laughing for a start. Secondly you have noticed in History how mothers and spouses/lovers influenced male leaders. I’d tell a couple of examples but you got enough A’s in school… you already know and you don’t need me to be Miss “I know everything”.

This powerful bond/relationship that connects the two sexes is either erotic or parental –yep I don’t care for heterosexual friendships that much. Men admire women for being able to give birth, in other words create. After all, haven’t you heard what were Kurt Cobain’s favorite pets – the male seahorse, the exception that can carry his kiddies. And who can forget the classic scene from "The Family Guy" where the family guy himself attempts to breastfeed (gross!) his baby boy…

Just a little personal note here (“a strange interlude” a Marx brother would say): I believe that this is the reason there is a male dominance in the art world – man’s need to mimic maternity by creating his own form of “life” (=art)… just a thought, right?

So, many ancient societies were matriarchal, nature is a girl (and loves green, which is the new pink) and in Greek Mythology (which is awesome just because I’m Greek & awesome) the Earth falls for the Sky and they’re getting married (what a Disney happy ending!). I hear your argument, Sky is the man and has all these stars, and the sun, the moon, yeah it all sounds pretty neat and funky, but the Earth, oh she is more drastically related to humans: Women in general are of higher emotional intelligence – they tend to be tender (always offering cuddling and sweet kisses), but also severe like a spinster teacher when it comes to handling boys’ naughtiness (hehe).

I mean you’ve seen how kids play… Boys just loooove decapitating their toys whereas girls yell at their dolls (for not co-operating hahaha) and then they hug the poor toys and whisper into their little plastic ears, “Oh come on, don’t you cry, hush, hush, my beautiful princess”. Men long for these female attitudes: on one hand, they want to be adored for enhancing their self-esteem, but on the other hand they just need a smack (or a slap) just to be reminded of their two great loves, their mother and their childhood.

I’d love to keep thinking and typing about mothers but I’m exhausted and have tonnes of work – I’m concluding now before I drop dead: all mothers are truly incredible but not as incredible as mine! Hey mum…

Σ’ αγαπάω. (I only love in greek hehe, sorry about that.)

Ps. I love spring, I love that Mother’s Day is celebrated in spring when all flowers are blooming and the air smells good, oh and the daisies, oh… I’m in a good mood tonight hahahaha!!!

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A dark bloody day this is

Oh! Oh! Do you hear that? A heart is ticking… under my floorboards. Ha!

Edgar Allan Poe (January 19, 1809 - October 7, 1849)

Hail for International Literacy Day

Hey there stranger, come on keeeeeep reading this article in all your glory ‘cause that’s what this day is about -your ability to read –furthermore: to write a comment, a shopping list, a will, a birthday card –hmm, I should leave the will for last. Hehe!

Seriously in 1965 UNESCO set a date for celebrating the International Literacy Day.

“Its aim is to highlight the importance of literacy to individuals, communities and societies. An estimated 781 million adults live without basic literacy skills, of whom two-thirds are women. In addition, approximately 103 million children have no access to school and are therefore not learning to read, write or count.

According to UNESCO’s "Global Monitoring Report on Education for All (2006)", South and West Asia has the lowest regional adult literacy rate (58.6%), followed by sub-Saharan Africa (59.7%), and the Arab States (62.7%). Countries with the lowest literacy rates in the world are Burkina Faso (12.8%), Niger (14.4%) and Mali (19%). The report shows a clear connection between illiteracy and countries in severe poverty, and between illiteracy and prejudice against women.” - By Wikipedia

In Wikipedia I also read a very interesting article on Literacy, so enjoy the link, folks…

Back to me? Good! Each and everyone on this planet must access the “literacy field”. There’s no doubt about that! Being able to write and read broadens the limits of your world giving you the ability to communicate, to learn meaning cultivate your mind, generally to grow as a person or as a god if you think yourself like William Blake.

Plus another aspect: Don’t dare to forget that since a person makes acquaintances with Literacy can also meet one of her daughters, Miss Literature. Ahh reading a book, a poem actually or a novel is just like having a cup of tea with C. Dickens, taking a long green walk along with Emily Bronte or smoking pot next to Jack Kerouac. Literature is about feeling, thinking and traveling in another dimension imaginary; yet sometimes even more real and complicated than the world we live in. Oh no man, I’m not crazy, Dostoyevsky totally agrees on that last thought.

Dostoyevsky… What an author! Did your mama ever tell you a tale about the goose that gave birth to golden eggs? Well he was the man who “spat out” the diamond thoughts. Mankind can be pretty awesome sometimes: Give a child ABC, they’ll grow up to give you The Idiot!

In the end I’m thinking that Literacy is about expressing, fulfilling your needs, even escaping from your surroundings. Kofi Annan please play ball:

“On this International Literacy Day, let us recall that literacy for all is an integral part of education for all, and that both are critical for achieving truly sustainable development for all.[…] Literacy unlocks the door to learning throughout life, is essential to development and health, and opens the way for democratic participation and active citizenship.[…] Literacy is a bridge from misery to hope. It is a tool for daily life in modern society. It is a bulwark against poverty, and a building block of development, an essential complement to investments in roads, dams, clinics and factories.

Literacy is a platform for democratization, and a vehicle for the promotion of cultural and national identity. Especially for girls and women, it is an agent of family health and nutrition. For everyone, everywhere, literacy is, along with education in general, a basic human right.... Literacy is, finally, the road to human progress and the means through which every man, woman and child can realize his or her full potential.”

Oh shoot, I just got cramps in my toes; ok the pain is gone now. So! I guess this is just an informative article about this day with plenty of Wikipedia references and Kofi quotes, no great thoughts including… but this: Some things may seem little like this right moment that you’re wasting reading my babblings, yet consider this, before being able to help someone get the literacy skills they desperately need you’ll pretty much have to appreciate what you’re offering by realizing its importance through your life.

Am I right or what?

Wink and smile!

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Seriously

... we need some time off, the summer is here man!!

Irving Penn and Female Beauty

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Irving, oh rhyme’s not good, can I call you Stanley? Yeah it doesn’t rhyme either but it reminds me of Marlon in A Streetcar Named Desire. Hmm?

OK! Make room, ladies and gentlemen, for a great American photographer and his heavy cake – today Irving Penn turns 90. After doing the math – oh yeah, he was born in 1917 - World War II, Cold War, Vietnam, a goooood loooong life.

I love Penn’s work, especially his famous black & white portraits and his female nudes. Irving worked for many years doing fashion photography for Vogue Magazine, meaning that you gals must have seen his arty pictures while flipping through Vogue (vooogue, it sounds so glamorous, hm?)… His photographic lens captured some very important persons such as Marcel Duchamp, and Georgia O'Keeffe, W.H. Auden, Igor Stravinsky, and Marlene Dietrich.

His technique’s characterized by attention to detail, clarity and carefully arrangement of objects or people. Very often over the years his work (for example a series of posed nudes whose physical shapes range from thin to plump) was so ahead of its time that it only came to be appreciated in decades after the original day of creation.

Penn currently lives and works in New York City. He has published numerous books, including Still Life, Photographs of Dahomey & A Notebook at Random.

Whatever… his biography is not that important, I’d rather make a compare-contrast his Beauty Philosophy of a Woman with today’s perception of Female Beauty. Being a photographer for Vogue he had to do a lot with women and his main interest would be to catch their gorgeousness on film. What is interesting of his art is that he depicts female beauty exactly as it is in real life and not in fairy tales. He photographs normal breasts –sometimes saggy - it’s about aging people - fat ankles or knees, “flaw-full” yet lovable women.

This guy is a rare species. Man, nowdays we’re so overwhelmed with all these “perfect” female figures, skinny, fake like, so freaking disordered and photoshoped. Little girls are going crazy. I remember myself as a kid being jealous of the fashion models and actresses for having the right sized butt or nose. It was until later I discovered that’s not beauty, that’s just insecurity, anorexia nervosa and numerous plastic surgeries. I keep wondering why we mess up our nature that much.

The references to sex around us have been multiplied dramatically in the past few years just because Media and Society mirror the needs of the masses. In 21st century the dream of sex has clearly been established. The new American Dream is the Sex Dream. Everyone that walks on this Earth with has one basic desire, “must-have-sex, must-have-sex”!

How come our perception of beauty got that distorted? Hmmm, according to scientific researches (hehe) most men seem to like: Slim girls, busty breasts, small nose, small chin, long silky hair, smooth skin and juicy lips. Rather infrequently does nature gifts a woman with all of these features: a girl hardly ever has both full lips and a small chin / it’s quite impossible for a girl to be thin and busty breasted. Alright, nature screwed up… Thank God there’re the plastic surgeons to alter female looks. Thank god –furthermore- for Photoshop that can promote unnatural body & facial proportions in publicity photos. Great, now teenage boys think a girl’s breasts should be round like a balloon, and a girl’s wish is to have fleshy porn-lips like her celebrity idol –let’s not call names here…

The whole misunderstanding was the equation of beauty with sensuality. No. I gotta choose more suitable words for my statement: The whole misunderstanding was the equation of exterior appearance with sensuality. On account of plastic surgery advancements and people’s craving for sex, society tried to materialize a woman’s aura at the time she flirts her male victim. Hey! Girls need a beauty canon to follow so that they’ll be able to achieve multiple orgasms (metaphorically & literally), right?

Yet true sensuality lies on HER dilated pupils, HER warm smiles –while a woman’s lips swell and redden when stimulated sexually, HER seductive body language and tone of voice. There are women very hot, and some not so -something which is reflected at their behavior. But solid eroticism is not engraved in the physiognomies, but arises through them each time a love interest shows up. Therefore:

A woman is erotic when she is in love.

A woman is beautiful when she loves herself.

The society tried to find the exact picture of human beauty along with sex appeal. Huge mistake! Because there can’t be just one picture, but there are billions of them that concern small, very small groups of individuals.

Enjoy Irving Penn’s pictures –truly beautiful and erotic…

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Arsenic and Old Cinema

I woke up rather roughly this morning, hmm from a dream (oh what a dream! Inappropriate both for minors and adults, hehe). I got up… and dressed up and went out & got laid. Hahaha, Jack Kerouac, not me. Let’s start over: So I got up with a dead (to the last cell) brain yet unusually daisy like (you know: bright face, refreshed arms & legs, soft skin –god, I love this when it happens). I wandered around the house for a few minutes with no sense of orientation and my mind finally got in order after the second cup of coffee.

Now I am sipping the third cup while recalling all my buggers. I stick to the most important (that could also concern you ‘cause I’m cute and considerate, you know that): Yesterday I got really upset with Johnny Depp; we didn’t fight (children were watching) yet I’m still pissed off at him, in the same way Marilyn frowned her sweet, little face. Hahahaha, no I’m yanking you, I’m actually quite angry, kinda like DePalma’s Carrie after her disastrous prom dance.

Over the last ten years I’ve grown pretty fond of Johnny Depp; two of his films possess the top spots in my top 10 movie list (guess which, hehe). I used to watch “21 Jump Street” as a kid, yet essentially I discovered the actor Johnny Depp in Arizona Dream. I was 10-years-old (I won’t - I can’t – comment, the trauma of a child that sees Kusturica, sniff; I still glance at that stupid fish and bbbrrrr). And then came Edward Scissorhands, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, What’s Eating Gilbert Grape (his mum? Oh, I’m so nasty I hate myself, hahahaha), etc. etc.

He won me over little by little as I observed the way he attributes each of his parts; the acting method he’s using is totally unique + effective. In my reviews I am used to characterizing him as a talented mimic with extreme compositive ability, so that he shapes performances adopting multiple models out of his environment, other actors, animals or cartoons… Moreover he accomplishes to color his personalities so softly, that he contributes in the aesthetics of the film disarming every grotesque element. Girls (you may have noticed) love him because he’s a dish; I love him because his physiognomy with its subtle characteristics ensures him the ableness of a chameleon.

He is the only actor of his generation that has offered such a rich - in quality & quantity - work in the cinema industry. A little vermin, a total freak, “The term 'serious actor' is kind of an oxymoron, isn't it? Republican party, airplane food". His complicated personality had as a result his cinematographic choices. Now, try and visualize Ed Scissorhands with Tom Cruise starring (he was considered for the role)! Jarmusch wrote Dead Man for Johnny, convinced that if the actor rejected the leading part he wouldn’t shoot the film.

The actor by his nature may obey and execute commands; but Depp happens to be one of the few actors that form their character through their interpretation. Johnny Depp belongs in the category of creators, he changes the script, his styling, the camera’s lenses – he just drives any ignorant director maaaad. A fact easily proved by the point he wished to do something more than acting…

In 1996 he undertook the script, direction and leading part of The Brave. Thus he spoke to us for an unemployed Amerindian, who sold his life to a snuff film producer for $50,000 in order to provide for his family. Terry Gilliam quotes about the movie: “He had this project that he felt deeply about, he directed it, and then the money guys wanted it at Cannes - but he never really had the chance to finish the film properly.”

The criticism at the Cannes Festival disappointed Depp; as a result he refused to show The Brave in the USA: “You know what was traumatizing […] the reception of the film was beyond any expectations that I had, I mean I had no idea that I'd be looking at, you know, Bertolucci sitting there watching my film, or Antonioni, or Kusturica watching my film, and then to receive the, you know the applause that my film got was so incredible -- you know, to have Antonioni say "Bravo" to me, I mean, and then the next day, the majority of the press -- and the majority of it was American press -- just turned it into this horrible thing. And once again, everybody's entitled to their opinion -- maybe it's a bad film, maybe it's a good film, to me it's just a film, it's something I wanted to make”.

My opinion (I know you want it) is that Depp’s movie was extremely interesting and bitter, while you can’t overlook the arty element’s effort to depict the psychology of the hero –some particular scenes are magic. Hmm, perhaps I’ll write a more detailed review some other time…

Still you’re trying to figure out why I’m angry at him, are you? So I was taking a look at this year’s Festival of Cannes winners. Best direction: Julian Schnabel for his film Le Scaphandre et le Papillon. “Perfect!” I thought to myself, since the original choice for the lead was Depp. I then navigated to IMDB and I just couldn’t believe my eyes & my horribly dusty screen… I rubbed my eyes, wiped the screen with spit and a sleeve, I looked again: Depp turned down the leading part (oh yeah! the one that could turn into the best of his life!).

He dropped from the project due to scheduling conflicts while filming the second Pirates of the Caribbean sequel... I just cried out: What an idiot (in truth I swore worse than that but I wear the good girl suit right now)!!!… He rejected a film that was based on a perfect book, shot by a very good filmmaker, the production was half American half European… Arghh, it seems like Captain Jack Sparrow, forgot himself too much time in his sauna with the result of an overcooked head! This is not a joke for me; I had to listen to three Sasha Distel songs just to calm down. “Le jour se lève et j’ai très mal dormi”, lalala…

The rebel actor that used to smash everything on the “21 Jump Street” TV sets … The actor that literally puked in the name of Hollywood and drank shots (or ginger ale) with Jarmusch, Gilliam, Kusturica, Burton + other amazing persons… The actor that took part in the weirdest projects even though he was paid thin air… This actor has already scheduled the sequels of “Pirates of the Caribbean” and “Sin City”, owns an island and takes his eight-year.old daughter to shop for Gucci purses (perfect - that’s exactly what we need, another chick – she’s 8 man! She should hand-make her toys, not buy labeled crap).

I really believed that he would write a chapter in The History of Cinema if he continued the good work of the '90s. I believed that he could “establish” an acting school like Brando or Dean. Why did he throw everything away? Please, don’t tell me “for the money” because it will be true and I’ll lose a little bit more of my faith in the human kind.

Ps. I’m looking forward to finding out whether his upcoming projects (The Rum Diary & Shantaram) are worth watching… other than that Depp’s career completed its circle. Teenage heartthrob he was, a teenage heartthrob he is. Oh, I’m so hoping for the best, but I’m prepared for the worst… Damn!

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Arizona Dream (shalalalala)

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It's a sad and beautiful world

Ok, great, focus people: We’re talking here about the third creation of an independent, gorgeous filmmaker by the name of Jim Jarmusch (bold his name spelling in your mind please!!): The movie Down by Law contemplates human personalities as arising from their interrelation with one another. Wanting to be more specific I’ll say it depicts human coexistence always from the angle of Jarmusch’s peculiar humor sense.

In short, the story takes place in a Louisiana prison where a pimp, a failed DJ, and a weird Italian guy (with just a bunch of English words in his pocket – that appear to be quite enough) make acquaintances. Despite the adversities developed among them they finally shake hands in order to escape from jail. “I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.” (Don’t worry you’ll figure it out eventually, hehe). After their getaway attempt succeeds, they roam hungry and lost in the marshes of New Orleans until each of them picks to follow a different path.

The film progresses slowly, yet not boringly, in the first half and continues with a more intense dramatic plot. It oscillates between the classic script writing motives and the direction patterns, which were developed in the Jarmusch’s “Golden Century” (oh, yeah) that includes all his black&whites: Stranger than Paradise, Dead Man, Coffee and Cigarettes.

His mercurial spirit that simply emerges from the incidents, dynamites the amount of minimalism that dominates each film strip. Many critics for this reason classify the film as a comedy. Oooh, hush, it is something excessively more than just a funny flick. Jarmusch gives a recital of the character delineation, of the illumination on the darker trio bonding. The film with its aesthetics yearns for symbolism, that the spectator is called to interpret each time according to his temperament – my favorite kind of Art!

The photography of Robby Müller - he has worked with Wenders, Trier - is disarmingly magical. It will remind you perhaps of old movies of the 1930s or films noir of the 1950s and '60s. Since the film toys with nuances of black and white, it submits the sense that the pictures conceal truths. Truths the “author” simply doesn’t want to pass to his audience directly. Call me crazy, but in specific phases of the play I felt like seeing shades of green or beige…

John Lurie and Tom Waits embroider the picture with their music ideally. These two outstanding gentlemen of Jazz constitute also the basic cast (girls look, it’s Lurie and Waits!!!) accompanied with Roberto Benigni, who gives his best on building this excellent performance (this is his first appearance outside of Italian cinema). His character takes tragicomic dimensions as he drifts like a Modern Times Chaplin and speaks through his broken English for poetry and love. It’s a sad and beautiful world, he says…

The movie overall breathes lyricism, one of the most essential J.J.’s characteristics. The opening (charming) sequence where a camera strolls in the star-lighted streets of New Orleans “escorted” by Waits’ "Jockey Full of Bourbon" (I’m meeeelting, go get me buckets) can blow your soul away.

Watch it. With red wine… (trust me on this!)

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