Archive for the 'Film' Category
I won’t ever play the game, but the intro is lovely. (Yes, I realize it’s old now)
See more awesome Quentin Vien animations here
I just happened upon this documentary by Yann Arthus-Bertrand (aerial photographer extraordinaire), playing on SVT1 tonight. I didn’t know what I was in for.
First, I thought it was another sort of BBC nature film, then another sort of Inconvenient Truth, or Food Inc., but soon found it was a mixture of all of them. Less politics, more history, more beautiful photography, more personal. More French;)
The first three quarters of the film builds up to a climax where I was left feeling gutted, hating humanity and mad as hell wanting to do something before it is too late. That’s when I thought it would end in a French way – boom , that’s it, it’s the end, take a puff on your cigarette, “That’s LIFE monsieur! It’s shit. Deal with it!”
But then Yann gets more personal, expressing the hope he has cultivated through his experiences of what he’s seen of people doing things to change the status quo, around the world. Then he sends a human-sized rallying cry to get us of our butts – to do something about it.
HOME – See the whole film here
Clever way to combine the analog book with the fancy pants iBook sort of thingy that I have absolutely no experience with (wish I had an iPod! Argh!).
It’s actually analog AND digital. Clever. Cute too. And interactive…
(seen on Quipsologies)
What are kids? “Drunk Midgets”
Can’t get enough of Gorillaz’ Plastic Beach.
I want to see this as a movie, or to be able to visit the actual model.
I have a sneaking feeling I might find myself trying to fashion my own Plastic Beach on the kitchen table, out of mashed potatoes, kids crying…
I have a new form of excercise these days. Daughter Tilja stretches her arms up to me, saying, “On the shoulders, Pappa!”, I turn on the stereo so we can here Feist sing “1234” and we start dancing around the apartment, ducking door frames and ceiling lights. Usually Tilja sings so loud we can’t hear the stereo anymore – then she orders me to run and spin. This can go on for quite a while:)
In celebration of that – here’s Steve Zissou, with a kid on his shoulders. One for the toque-wearers. Half way through, it turns into “one for the uniforms”;)