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As I watched "Little Miss Sunshine" last week, I got horrified by how families can make their girls look like playmates to win some stupid beauty contest prize. At the same time, if you turned on your tv you'd check JonBenet Ramsey's supposed murder confess the crime. For the ones who didn't live on Planet Earth for the last years: JonBenet was the little Barbie doll, beauty contest winner, 6-year-old, abused and murdered at her house back in the 90's (the crime was never solved since then). The guy claims he was helplessly attracted by JonBenet, what led him to do it. Sick, of course, but still: should anyone look at those girls as sexy mini Misses Universe? Come on.Back to the movie (which was, by far, the best one I've watched in 2006). Besides the great script, the awesome actors, and making me laugh so hard, I also felt good knowing Olive was chubby, wore huge glasses and ugly clothes, listened to bad music and had the craziest family ever. She was happy.
Some people know how to make cool websites. I would live in these Ikea closets.
I love to feel like I am in a movie.Last friday I went to this crazy place in the japanese neighborhood in São Paulo. It is called Chopperia Liberdade.Although some people say Lost in Translation, for me the movie would be Kill Bill. And the scene would be when a lot of crazy ninjas or samurais come out of nowhere and start killing each other.Altough this place I went is much crazier than the restaurant in the movie. Karaoke (playing from Tango to U2), barbacue, Japanese food, aquarius, snooker tables, disco lights and gansgters japs, all together.
One of the cool writers that I listened to at Flip (The International Literature Festival of Parati) was Edmund White.
I liked the honest way he spoke about his characters, his creative process, how he thought he didn’t care about the gay community and critics, etc.
But my favorite part was when he was talking about his mother when he asked her if she believed in free will or determinism she answered “a little bit of both, son”. For some reason it felt good to know that there are more people that believe in both.
Lúcio Ribeiro- a Brazilian rock/pop culture journalist- wrote an article about the saddest song on earth. According to him it is Gloomy Sunday, from 1933, that was even banned in radios because it became to be known as a “suicide song”. Thinking about it, I found out that the saddest song I know is one of my Top ten, from my favorite. Hurt from Johnny Cash, which actually is a Nine Inch Nails’ song and Cash recorded a version on 2003. But for me Hurt sounds so more to be written by Cash, for its poetry, for all Cash’s life history and for the moment in which he recorded it – in his lasts months of life, already very sick and sad for June Carter, the love of his life..... But although it is really sad, I get emotional but also inspired when I listen to it. And that is because Cash never denied the pain, but never surrounded neither. He could concentrate all his suffering to his work and to live intensely. I think that is why he has some of the most beautiful songs ever. Take a look.
