I just had this strong impulse to write about the things I like. I clicked on “Add new page” and couldn’t comprehend – why would it be such a static concept? Don’t they belong to a “post”, as the list changes as time passes by, to reflect a change in the degree of maturity, a change of taste, a change of perspective and others?
So a Post it is.
Tonight I write about the list of male actors who I like :
I just came back from watching Premium Rush – nearly missed it as it was not showing on my favourite cinema which normally has the type of movies that appeals more to me – AND I LOVED IT. The story telling was so refreshing, facts after facts after facts (even though in the wrong order), like life itself – instead of “I am trying to be a movie here” that has moments filled with OMG, beauty and inspiration.
Joseph Gordon-Levitt was FLIPPING amazing. One thing that I noticed about him in this movie was his body language that formed part of his acting. I am not talking about the obvious ones – “I throw the helmet when I’m angry”, I meant the subtle cues, the quality of movements of his character. Very often actors focus on facial expressions and texts, but when the body language speaks for itself, that, in my opinion, is what makes him/her special.
(And damn, love that voice of his.)
More on Tom and Sam some other time!
I changed my spending habits; I stopped living the weekend routines I had for the past two years; I lost my gym card (I really rarely lose anything unless they were stolen); heck, I even started eating salad and making them for lunchboxes (I thought I would hate raw vegetables for life).
Because I work for myself as a self-employed now rather than being employed.
Because I broke up with my two-year boyfriend.
Because I don’t know whether I will stay or if I will go.
All this happened at the same time.
I am stripped away of all stability.
And I am free.
This freedom of having no one to report to apart from myself? It’s actually scary. So sometimes I worry about my next income source, occasionally I miss my best friend, and most of the times I don’t even try to make any plans anymore.
But I am aware, I am letting things that I never allowed to happen seep into the unseen space. On the first day of the last weekend of summer, I woke up late and went to the gym. Whilst casually eating a snack and enjoying the sunshine, I followed a cute guy with American accent and his friends all the way from Tesco until they disappear into the flats opposite my house, and giggled at the idea of it. I finished reading Guardian Weekend and boy it has been a while since I had the headspace to finish a piece of reading from top to bottom in one go.
There are new things that make me smile, people around me that I appreciate more, and the spontaneity that I fully embrace.
The ideas of “success” and “good life” changed. I don’t know how I would be defining this period of time in retrospect, but I am pretty damn sure one day I will be proud of it. Very proud.
Because I am free, and trying.
I love the idea of not having many things, of not keeping things for the sake of it. So people like Colin Wright of Exile Lifestyle or James from Nomad Traveller are those who I look up to. I endorsed this idea to someone who is completely different from me in many ways, and the response was, “They sound like soulless people to me.”
How do you define yourself?
How much you own / Numbers
Who you know / Names
What you wear / Look ?
Are you still
Ghost The Musical was on my Musicals To Watch list since last year, and knowing that it will close in West End I quickly got some tickets to catch the last glimpse of it.
The beginning of the show was stunning – live orchestra, the special effects that seemingly brought us through space, the word “Ghost” in your face, and then through the thick dry ice, powerful light from torches was directly in your face again.
Unfortunately that was probably when the “wow” began to end.
Salute to the technological whizz who made disappearing on stage, walking through objects and spirits floating in air possible. Otherwise, the production, empty, was wrapped under the shell of its use of technology in a few key scenes; added to its depth was only the amazing Oda May Brown character and actress for whom I would pay to watch again. The ever changing sceneries – a combination of stage mechanics and digital projection – did nothing but treated the audience like idiots who needed to be spoon-fed. On top of that was some dance acts that looked like steps put together by an amateur choreographer (or choreographies too clever would steal the show even more?), danced by a cast who looked uninspired and were sick of changing costumes.
What I felt the producers wanted to do was to recreate the movie on stage, which was ridiculous in the first place. How could you replace or recreate a 2D experience with live performance, and vice versa?
My last hope was when Molly pulled out her potters wheel – I knew this classic scene from my mum who absolutely loved the film – but it was just another passing scene. In fact, the whole show was made up of passing scenes – storytelling in its blandest way.
I am glad I saw the show, not just it ticked one thing off my list but also I finally got to watch what is called a bad, large-scale production.