20051207
another day
this post has spoilers.
i want to see rent... again. ahahaha. but of course the broadway's still the best. that certain song is still the best in my book. the music is totally 90s ahaha, and producers made sure that we knew we were watching a movie as opposed to a broadway production - there were scenes shot on location, overlapping events, fast forward events, music video-like moments, a dance in a moving train car and flashbacks.
the creepiest scene was when angel died. in college while studying documentaries, i fell asleep watching this film on AIDS. the filmmaker wanted to show his progression, death and internment. he had his partner continue after. he made sure he brought his camera everywhere. his movements became so mundane, that even as i totally tried to stay awake throughtout his life - this is someone's last moments, after all - i feel asleep just as he was in the hospital, waiting.
there was no indication that that night was going to be his last. the camera would switch on and off, and he would speak that he was still around, and then the camera would go dark again. i decided to nap. and then i decided to wake up.
just as i opened my eyes, there was screaming and crying on the TV, and an expressionles look on the subject's drawn face, his cheeks shrivelled and his skin sallow. it was the moment of his death. i thought, but no one was holding him. he was being filmed. was this really what he wanted for the last, last-ever moments of his life?
collins rocks angel back and forth.
There is no future
There is no past
I live this moment as my last
There's only us
There's only this
Forget regret
Or life is yours to miss
No other road
No other way
No day but today
someone's grandma just died. her whole family is feeling it. their grandpa is still alive. isn't that strange - usually it's the other way around, like my parents, the woman survives the husband by decades.
but i'm not thinking of that right now. i'm thinking how many wonderful moments just seem even more gorgeous on hindsight. and whether it was still worth it to have experienced those moments if you're stuck here in the now, just remembering. maybe someday i'll find out. and then i can blog 'em properly. ;-) ¶ 12/07/2005 09:44:00 PM
i want to see rent... again. ahahaha. but of course the broadway's still the best. that certain song is still the best in my book. the music is totally 90s ahaha, and producers made sure that we knew we were watching a movie as opposed to a broadway production - there were scenes shot on location, overlapping events, fast forward events, music video-like moments, a dance in a moving train car and flashbacks.
the creepiest scene was when angel died. in college while studying documentaries, i fell asleep watching this film on AIDS. the filmmaker wanted to show his progression, death and internment. he had his partner continue after. he made sure he brought his camera everywhere. his movements became so mundane, that even as i totally tried to stay awake throughtout his life - this is someone's last moments, after all - i feel asleep just as he was in the hospital, waiting.
there was no indication that that night was going to be his last. the camera would switch on and off, and he would speak that he was still around, and then the camera would go dark again. i decided to nap. and then i decided to wake up.
just as i opened my eyes, there was screaming and crying on the TV, and an expressionles look on the subject's drawn face, his cheeks shrivelled and his skin sallow. it was the moment of his death. i thought, but no one was holding him. he was being filmed. was this really what he wanted for the last, last-ever moments of his life?
collins rocks angel back and forth.
There is no future
There is no past
I live this moment as my last
There's only us
There's only this
Forget regret
Or life is yours to miss
No other road
No other way
No day but today
someone's grandma just died. her whole family is feeling it. their grandpa is still alive. isn't that strange - usually it's the other way around, like my parents, the woman survives the husband by decades.
but i'm not thinking of that right now. i'm thinking how many wonderful moments just seem even more gorgeous on hindsight. and whether it was still worth it to have experienced those moments if you're stuck here in the now, just remembering. maybe someday i'll find out. and then i can blog 'em properly. ;-) ¶ 12/07/2005 09:44:00 PM
