Skyfall:
A movie that had me shaken and stirred, but the promises made make me hungry for the next one. During the movie I thought: Why so much politics? Bond was always about the politician's dirty work. Lacking the Cold War, it might be terrorists, but let them be over-the-top. Which He was. I was wondering, why make M die? Just replace her in the next movie without mentioning it, but I guess every- and anyone needs an origin story nowadays.
After the ending, I realised all the messages in the movie: A straight razor is traditional, Bond might need it. He drinks his martini shaken not stirred, introduces himself in the old-fashioned manner and fights henchmen in a pit with carnivorous animals. Q is back, and joking about exploding pens. The agency leaves its fancy real-life location for a bunker. We take an Aston Martin and drive to Scotland and Bond's (Connery's) childhood home. We get Moneypenny and M back, and a general 'resurrection' theme. Back to the roots it is! YES!
The only thing that has to be corrected now are the music videos to the opening credits. Less of Craig's face, we know the guy by now. Focs on silhouettes and the arty stuff. There might be spoilers up there, I'll tone it down.
The Hobbit:
Haven't read the book, but I like the movie. I also like the 48fps-feature, after one gets used to it. It's like 3d or sound in movies: First everyone resents it, it's used anyway, one generation later we don't say 'movie' and '48-fps-3d-movie', we say 'blurry flatfilm' and 'movie'.
Wreck-it-Ralph:
Whoever finds the most background references wins! Which is why I'll watch it a second time, definetly. The story itself is pretty much Disney, with lessons learned, bad guys (bad beyond their purpose and programming) get what they deserve, etc etc. But it's a kids movie, and kid's movies are fun!
In other news, I'm back in Opotiki for the international consumerism festival. Have fun wherever you and your mind are!
Mobi
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Premiere of 'The Hobbit'
The whole week was filled with program, a hobbit market in particular, which turned out to be a themed merchandise sale. But they had a show of a Weta makeup artist during which he gave an actor an orc face. He also told us that the hobbit's feet took some hours, too, and because of these long times orcs often wear gloves. After the two-hour procedure, he walked through the crowd, surrounded by photographers. In the evening, the large screen showed 'The Fellowship Of The Ring', the shorter cinema version. The following two evenings, the other two movies were shown.
At the day of the premiere, two blocks were closed for traffic, yet there was more traffic than ever. I arrived around 12 pm, and there was a considerable crowd already. I strolled along the carpet's length, which I think I read was half a kilometer. It took some time to get to the Embassy Theatre, where a stage looking like a hobbit home was erected. But you might have seen that one on tv. About two or three hours of walking around the crowd later, Felix and Anne (from Opotiki) texted me that they arrived and got some front row space at the carpet. I joined them and we waited for the 5pm pre-show, which was a juggling show to keep the crowd entertained, and the arrival of the famous people. The spectators didn't come here because these people are famous, they are famous because of the spectators.
They gave out large cardboards with Air New Zealand logo and a picture of their Hobbit-theme painted plane, for people to collect autographs on them. Felt-tip pens were sold for 5 dollars, but I long ago had made it a habit of carrying mine to mark my food and other stuff. On the blank backsides of three of the cardboards, I wrote 'Tell me where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him' (Ian ASDFASDFASDF was not present), 'To boldly go where no Hobbit has gone before' and 'The Hobbit Episode I: Hope you didn't ruin the prequel'. Others had slogans like 'Gandalf, marry me! ...once it's legal' or 'three horses died for this movie' (Peta, of course). They also gave out wizard's hats, and I got one with the unbeatable arguement of a sunburnt forehead (some days ago, I had lost my bucket hat).
When the stars strolled past at last, we collected some signatures, but not enough for my taste, so I asked the other carpeteers to sign. I got a stage doctor, a lawyer, a swordmaker, a shoemaker, a costume designer, another designer, a guy who helped get the plane painted and several others. I even got some of the people who were there just because they know the right people to sign; most of them somewhere between shy and outright embarassed. I explained to them that they can't just tell me that they're not famous, for that's the internet's call to make. It was fun, it trained communication skills and I learned that you can get to a premiere simply because you own a small cinema in a small town.
At one point, the endless interviews stopped and the announcer told us to look up in the sky. He then started a countdown, after which nothing happened. He started again, and low overhead, the Air New Zealand plane flew by. That was quite an impressive sight.
And that was that. Now, since I wasn't able to find a job in Wellington, I am travelling the country with Felix and Anne. We plan to be in Auckland in a few days to watch the movie ourselves, and on that occasion I'll get myself and internship for the public relation company that works for NZBIO.
My battlecry is uncomprehensible over the cameraperson's laughter, which perhaps is as adequate.
Gandalf enjoys a donut
Gandalf rebuilds Minas Tirith.
Gandalf's hot tub.
My battlecry is uncomprehensible over the cameraperson's laughter, which perhaps is as adequate.
Gandalf enjoys a donut
Gandalf rebuilds Minas Tirith.
Gandalf's hot tub.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
i was walking around town, giving my cv to every pr agency, cinema and movie production company in walking distance, when i saw a crowd. i walked closer and saw some of the traditional maori waka canoes. but the crowd looked another way. i asked one of them, and he pointed out to me that at the other side of the crowd, five meters from our position, prince charles was taking a birthday walk among his colony habitants. suddenly, the postersaround town with anti-monarchistic slogans and the windsohr's face made sense to me. anyway, one of the cinemas is hiring at the moment, so let,s not lose hope. after all, i could be sitting in some concrete bunker and be fed knowledge while staying oblivious to the world.
17 days to the hobbit premiere
With Nelson getting stale and my funds running thin, I returned to the north island and set up shop in Wellington, to knock on the public relation industry doors myself. Now I know why most elevators in business buildings have mirrors. The crosssection of businesses I found on the lobby boards of the skyscrapers were interesting, though in hindsight I guess every business needs to sit somewhere. I found an oil company I never heard of, all kinds of doctors and specialists to get you to the peak of health and beyond, numerous government departments and a heap of IT-businesses with funny names and (supposedly) interchangeable business plans. We take the sh out of IT.
http://abstrusegoose.com/380
None of the PR agencies are hiring at the moment, so I'll look around the movie business if they need a ticket salesperson or a stagehand somewhere.
http://www.viruscomix.com/page413.html
http://abstrusegoose.com/380
None of the PR agencies are hiring at the moment, so I'll look around the movie business if they need a ticket salesperson or a stagehand somewhere.
http://www.viruscomix.com/page413.html
Monday, November 12, 2012
Hobbit Premiere in 18 days
With Nelson getting stale and my funds running thin, I returned to the north island and set up shop in Wellington, to knock on the public relation industry doors myself. Now I know why most elevators in business buildings have mirrors. The crosssection of businesses I found on the lobby boards of the skyscrapers were interesting, though in hindsight I guess every business needs to sit somewhere. I found an oil company I never heard of, all kinds of doctors and specialists to get you to the peak of health and beyond, numerous government departments and a heap of IT-businesses with funny names and (supposedly) interchangeable business plans. We take the sh out of IT.
http://abstrusegoose.com/380
None of the PR agencies are hiring at the moment, so I'll look around the movie business if they need a ticket salesperson or a stagehand somewhere.
http://www.viruscomix.com/page413.html
http://abstrusegoose.com/380
None of the PR agencies are hiring at the moment, so I'll look around the movie business if they need a ticket salesperson or a stagehand somewhere.
http://www.viruscomix.com/page413.html
Sunday, October 28, 2012
My brain > Hollywood
Unconscious dream layout
+ conscious rewriting and editing
= Story worth of a movie!
\paragraph{28.09.12}
The view was hideous. The streets were filled with them; pale blue skinned zombies with torn and twisted bodies, staggering around in the central business district, pressing themselves against the large windows of the skyscraper without success. I turned away from the sealed glass doors and faced the lobby. Some survivors were camping out in the waiting areas, reading the glossy magazines that are to be expected in waiting areas, with stories and pictures about dead and forgotten celebrities.
I crossed the room, their heads following me with questioning looks. At the gateway to the stairway, I showed my ID badge to Angelina, sitting in her glass cabin. She smiled at me and said "You've been in the lobby more than any of the others, and I've seen you the whole time. You don't even need that badge anymore to convince me". She winked and opened the stairway doors. In the middle of the small, jet 50 stories high room, I looked up. The stairs were turning around endlessly. I sighed and took the first step. The elevators had broke down several hours ago, and the amounts of energy saved were propably buying us days, but as I climbed up, I couldn't reconcile with that thought.
At the laboratories, I met Dr. Hauser, one of the lab leaders. Not a big shot, but no redshirt, either. We had become close friends since the incident. "Any progress, Dr.?". He smiled and shrugged. "same level as last time you asked. It's frustrating; I was just about to go to the glass house." He meant the lobby, the skyscrapers 'outdoors'; a place to go in one's breaks, to meet new faces among the campers and to look out the windows and watch the world breaking down a bit more. "Just were there; the view hasn't changed since they started to press against the glass. I got a bit of time left, I'll join you." "Because of me or because of Angelina?", he asked with a grin.
We started our descent along the stairs, but before long we smelled them. I looked over the handrail and saw the zombies crawling upwards. "How did they get in? Management told us that the glass is bulletproof! And with the equipment in here it better should've been!" Hauser was on the brink of turning back up. "There are not many of them, we need to see what happened down there!" He sighed, then headed down with me. When we encountered the first zombie, we simply jumped from one side of the staircase to the other, cutting a corner and bypassing the undead.
This way, we made it down to the lobby floor, but when we headed for the door, a zombie that had been behind the stairs bit Hauser. I ran back up a level, observing Hauser. His skin got pale, he coughed blood and gasped "Wait... I don't want to... I can feel it... Don't want..." His eyes lost focus and wandered around, he took a step on wobbly legs. Then he held to the handrail and his eyes found mine once more. "Can fight... The urge... Help me..."
His skin color grew healthy again, the other zombie turned his head back to him and attempted another bite. I shoved it away and led Hauser up the stairs, cautiously of his behaviour. But he got better with every step. "This is amazing, I am alive! I felt what it's like... It was horrible, but... I was dead down there! How did I come back?" "You're the Doctor, you tell me! I'm taking you to management, they have to get the labs on this phenomenon! If you came back, maybe there is a cure for all the others, too!"
Up at the top floor, the suit people were gathered in their conference room, blankly listening to some eggheads lecture without understanding a word. I interrupted the speaking scientist: "Gentlemen, the zombies are in the staircase. That's the bad news, the good news is that Dr. Hauser got bitten! How's that bad news? Because he made it back!" I pointed at the door, where Hauser was entering as on cue, his skin still a bit colorless, the wound in his shoulder gaping at the suits, but evidently a walking, talking, thinking human being.
One of the suits finally spoke. "So, what does that mean? Can any zombie come back and they just don't want to? Did he have some vaccination? And, aehm, shouldn't we analyse his blood and whatnot?" I took a breath, but Hauser spoke first: "You're right, I should go immediatly." With that, he stormed out of the room. When I reached the staircase, he was already one floor down, yelling: "Shouldn't you be in the lobby, investigating how the zombies got in? How they could get past Angelina?" I winced in horror and ran down the staircase once more, dodging and kicking zombies.
Somehow, the main doors had opened, and the lobby was crawling with them. I identified some of the campers, now zombified. Angelina was in her glass cabin, frantically adjusting her radio equipment. I knocked at the back of her cabin, and as she saw me, she got out immediatly. LUckily, the staircase doors held, and the few zombies in the stairway were managable. She sobbed. "Did you hear the transmission? Do you know?" I held her, asking what she meant. "It's the Chinese. They are about to nuke the place; they don't want the problem to spread to them." Just in that moment, I could see a single get fighter pass the city, headed for the center of the outbreak. We stood in silence.
When we saw a mushroom cloud growing into the sky far away, we looked at each other. Then, she seemed to remember something, and she started to wordlessly drag me into the second floor corridor. After a turn, there was a grey body bag on the floor. She stopped, confused. "What is this? ...Who is this? Last time I came through here, this wasn't there." She looked at me, questioning. I kneeled down and opened the body bag. In it lay, seemingly dead, Angelina. I looked at her. "It's ...you?" She turned away in terror. Before any of us could say another word, one of the suits, the only woman up there, came into the corridor. I didn't study her face back up there, but she looked familiar...
"Calm down, both of you! It's got to do with time travel, and time is short right now!" She turned to me. "Help me get her in here!" She started dragging the body bag into the restroom closeby. "Angelina!", she jelled. "Get in here, I'll explain what this is about after we got out of here!" She opened a secret compartment hidden underneath the floor tiles. It contained a small chamber stuffed with strange electronics. She placed the body bag in there, directed the speechless Angelina into a seat and took the last one herself. Looking up to me, she said: "Sorry for that, but you weren't in the plans. You better step back." I stepped towards the windows, where I could see the giant mushroom. Almost simultaneously, the chamber disappeared and left a gaping hole in the floor, and the sound blast of the explosion hit the building.
I just saw this as a draft. Why did I never publish this?
+ conscious rewriting and editing
= Story worth of a movie!
\paragraph{28.09.12}
The view was hideous. The streets were filled with them; pale blue skinned zombies with torn and twisted bodies, staggering around in the central business district, pressing themselves against the large windows of the skyscraper without success. I turned away from the sealed glass doors and faced the lobby. Some survivors were camping out in the waiting areas, reading the glossy magazines that are to be expected in waiting areas, with stories and pictures about dead and forgotten celebrities.
I crossed the room, their heads following me with questioning looks. At the gateway to the stairway, I showed my ID badge to Angelina, sitting in her glass cabin. She smiled at me and said "You've been in the lobby more than any of the others, and I've seen you the whole time. You don't even need that badge anymore to convince me". She winked and opened the stairway doors. In the middle of the small, jet 50 stories high room, I looked up. The stairs were turning around endlessly. I sighed and took the first step. The elevators had broke down several hours ago, and the amounts of energy saved were propably buying us days, but as I climbed up, I couldn't reconcile with that thought.
At the laboratories, I met Dr. Hauser, one of the lab leaders. Not a big shot, but no redshirt, either. We had become close friends since the incident. "Any progress, Dr.?". He smiled and shrugged. "same level as last time you asked. It's frustrating; I was just about to go to the glass house." He meant the lobby, the skyscrapers 'outdoors'; a place to go in one's breaks, to meet new faces among the campers and to look out the windows and watch the world breaking down a bit more. "Just were there; the view hasn't changed since they started to press against the glass. I got a bit of time left, I'll join you." "Because of me or because of Angelina?", he asked with a grin.
We started our descent along the stairs, but before long we smelled them. I looked over the handrail and saw the zombies crawling upwards. "How did they get in? Management told us that the glass is bulletproof! And with the equipment in here it better should've been!" Hauser was on the brink of turning back up. "There are not many of them, we need to see what happened down there!" He sighed, then headed down with me. When we encountered the first zombie, we simply jumped from one side of the staircase to the other, cutting a corner and bypassing the undead.
This way, we made it down to the lobby floor, but when we headed for the door, a zombie that had been behind the stairs bit Hauser. I ran back up a level, observing Hauser. His skin got pale, he coughed blood and gasped "Wait... I don't want to... I can feel it... Don't want..." His eyes lost focus and wandered around, he took a step on wobbly legs. Then he held to the handrail and his eyes found mine once more. "Can fight... The urge... Help me..."
His skin color grew healthy again, the other zombie turned his head back to him and attempted another bite. I shoved it away and led Hauser up the stairs, cautiously of his behaviour. But he got better with every step. "This is amazing, I am alive! I felt what it's like... It was horrible, but... I was dead down there! How did I come back?" "You're the Doctor, you tell me! I'm taking you to management, they have to get the labs on this phenomenon! If you came back, maybe there is a cure for all the others, too!"
Up at the top floor, the suit people were gathered in their conference room, blankly listening to some eggheads lecture without understanding a word. I interrupted the speaking scientist: "Gentlemen, the zombies are in the staircase. That's the bad news, the good news is that Dr. Hauser got bitten! How's that bad news? Because he made it back!" I pointed at the door, where Hauser was entering as on cue, his skin still a bit colorless, the wound in his shoulder gaping at the suits, but evidently a walking, talking, thinking human being.
One of the suits finally spoke. "So, what does that mean? Can any zombie come back and they just don't want to? Did he have some vaccination? And, aehm, shouldn't we analyse his blood and whatnot?" I took a breath, but Hauser spoke first: "You're right, I should go immediatly." With that, he stormed out of the room. When I reached the staircase, he was already one floor down, yelling: "Shouldn't you be in the lobby, investigating how the zombies got in? How they could get past Angelina?" I winced in horror and ran down the staircase once more, dodging and kicking zombies.
Somehow, the main doors had opened, and the lobby was crawling with them. I identified some of the campers, now zombified. Angelina was in her glass cabin, frantically adjusting her radio equipment. I knocked at the back of her cabin, and as she saw me, she got out immediatly. LUckily, the staircase doors held, and the few zombies in the stairway were managable. She sobbed. "Did you hear the transmission? Do you know?" I held her, asking what she meant. "It's the Chinese. They are about to nuke the place; they don't want the problem to spread to them." Just in that moment, I could see a single get fighter pass the city, headed for the center of the outbreak. We stood in silence.
When we saw a mushroom cloud growing into the sky far away, we looked at each other. Then, she seemed to remember something, and she started to wordlessly drag me into the second floor corridor. After a turn, there was a grey body bag on the floor. She stopped, confused. "What is this? ...Who is this? Last time I came through here, this wasn't there." She looked at me, questioning. I kneeled down and opened the body bag. In it lay, seemingly dead, Angelina. I looked at her. "It's ...you?" She turned away in terror. Before any of us could say another word, one of the suits, the only woman up there, came into the corridor. I didn't study her face back up there, but she looked familiar...
"Calm down, both of you! It's got to do with time travel, and time is short right now!" She turned to me. "Help me get her in here!" She started dragging the body bag into the restroom closeby. "Angelina!", she jelled. "Get in here, I'll explain what this is about after we got out of here!" She opened a secret compartment hidden underneath the floor tiles. It contained a small chamber stuffed with strange electronics. She placed the body bag in there, directed the speechless Angelina into a seat and took the last one herself. Looking up to me, she said: "Sorry for that, but you weren't in the plans. You better step back." I stepped towards the windows, where I could see the giant mushroom. Almost simultaneously, the chamber disappeared and left a gaping hole in the floor, and the sound blast of the explosion hit the building.
I just saw this as a draft. Why did I never publish this?
Secret Drawing Project
Gefragt ist:
1. Ein typisches Foto/Beschreibung (oder mehrere) wie ihr euch portraitieren lassen würdet (z.b. lester mit Pfeil/Bogen, Bambi mit ihrer Mütze und niedlich, etc. pp.)
2. Eure Lieblingsfarbe.
Meine Antwort:
1a. Heldenhafte Pose, mit Streitaxt, langen wallenden Locken, in Orange
1b. Nachrichtenmoderator, mit langen wallenden Locken und konservativem Anzug, in gruen
Hier einige Fotos, zur Orientierung:
Das war vor meiner Abreise, im konservativen Anzug (ohne Fotoshop, mit awesome):
Hier ist mein Lebenslauf-Foto von April oder so.
Der Bart ist ab.
Hier habe ich gerade das Schach-Billard erfunden. Kurz darauf habe ich doppelt verloren.
Gordon-Freeman-Bart, empfohlen von Felix Fink. Du hattest Recht, das sieht gut aus. Augenmerk ausserdem an die langsam laenger werdenden Haare. Ich nenne es den automatischen Vokuhila. Ohne Frisoer wird es hinten laenger und vorne
Vorgestern.
Nixon. Fuer das experimentelle Zeichenprojekt haette ich gerne etwas Nixon-esques fuer meinen Nachrichtensprecher. Ich mag diese Gesichtszuege einfach. I'm Not A Crook!Politiker der Weltgeschichte: Henry Kissinger versucht, wie ich auszusehen, und scheitert aufs haesslichste.
Mit Blogger Fotos zu arrangieren ist hoellisch!
Mobi
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