i don't know how to go about talking about yesterday, a splendid day spent driving around on my own in montreal.
let's see.
first off, i managed to get the fuck out of my apartment by 12:30 pm. i usually go down to montreal later on in the day but i was seeing two movies and the first one was at 5:25.
map in hand i decided to try cd esoterik first so i could check out their selection and then go to l'oblique to finish off my list since i knew they'd have most of what i was looking for indie-wise at cheap prices.
i managed to park on ste-catherine. i walked the guy/st-marc(?) blocks to see where the store was, back and forth, couldn't find it. i also couldn't find a public phone with a phone book. went in a convenience store and looked through their phone book. ah! 1841c ste-catherine ouest. remember that address, folks, 'cause it's gonna come in very handy next time you're in town.
i'd actually parked 3 parking meters away from the place!! lol. i went in. whoa. okay. the place is small-ish. but damn if i didn't feel like the kid in a candy store!! everything. they had everything (okay - minus the new explosions in the sky). shit. i actually had to put some back in order to get other ones, etc etc. i left with 5 cd's ($103, not bad. btw, 4 of the 5 albums i got were $18.99 - how amazing is that?? they're usually $25-$27 at my sotres -- if they even have them; which they usually don't).
i could've gotten at least two more but i was holding off for l'oblique - holding off so i could maybe get them for $2 less. what was i thinking? the gas alone to get on the other side of town was close to that amount anyway. fucker. needless to say, later on i get to l'oblique and they're closed on mondays... i should've gotten those two albums abck then. i almost went back. lol. next time i know where to go shopping :)
here's what i got at cd esoterik:
the decemberists - her majesty the decemberists, matmos - the civil war, out hud - street dad, the postal service - give up, the silver mt. zion memorial orchestra & tra-la-la band with choir - "this is our punk-rock," thee rusted satellites gather+sing,
i also managed to pass by archambault and hmv, and even though by the time i was at hmv i was trying to find something to buy 'cause it was my last place, i couldn't. i also didn't want to get just anything for the sake of it, you know? i've matured :) i was actually successful in holding off buying anything just because i had money to spend.
at the archambault i was able to find the "first" gza album, liquid swords, which i immediately snatched up (again, $18.99) 'cause i'd never seen it around here and these are usually high-priced oldies anyway.
then i went on to the cinema du parc to check out my two films.
i actually got the membership card - 8 movies for $48. $6 a film. not bad. that's their matinee prices. the card's good for a whole year.
i'll start with the 2nd film i saw.
the eye ("jian gui") | pang brothers | 2002
i was let down. the film's not bad but you can't follow lost in translation with a "horror" film. unless it's really really scary, which i was hoping it was. but it's not. there are 2 or 3 scares really good scares. really good. creepy. takes hold of your chest for you kind of scares. really good. but the acting is so-so. the story's kinda good with the spiritual/philosophical aspects it treated. but i thought i was going into a roller-coaster hong kong horror film from start to finish. which it's not.
now. the film i should've ended my evening with.
lost in translation | sofia coppola | 2003
hmm. this is another one of those weird movie experiences where i don't really care or know what to say about the film. it's just... this thing. perfect in it's own world. magical. perfect.
i dunno. scarlett johansson blew me away this time. i've always found her a bit off before, but this time she was perfect. and i loved her role/performance, how it was mostly a silent performance. she was just looking, experiencing, taking in the sights, the people, and the life. it's a touching and extremely beautiful performance.
and now bill murray as bob harris. wow. this is a new bill murray. you've never seen this kind of performance before. subdued. dead, but you can see glimpses of the man from time to time (mostly when charlotte is near :)
god i loved this film!!! lol.
sorry, i just had to blurt it out. damn if i wasn't involved in these characters' relationship and how i wanted to be there, how i was there with them.
the film hinges on the performances, on the relationship so much. but sofia makes it all look so effortless. it amkes you wonder what all those other filmmakers are doing, really.
that's it.
i won't talk about the film anymore.
that's the weird thing with these types of film, the ones you fall in love with -- you don't feel the need to justify or explain them. they just are and they're yours.
aw damn. no words can describe them.
Posted by Anonymous | 10:52 AM
