Filed under Film by adam | April 17, 2003 | 0 comments
Kar-Wai Wong (people say “Wong Kar-Wai”) made Chung King Express (Chong Qing Sen Lin) in 1994 as a break from an epic film that he was having trouble finishing (I believe Ashes of Time). The film was shot in about two months, without a script.
The film is visually astonishing; the stylized cinematography is a transformative experience regardless of whether you understand the story. I’m not sure there really is a story, actually. At first, you’re following a woman involved in a complex international crime operation; but then it’s about a love-struck police officer; and then finally, about another love-struck police officer.
Although quite different in style and substance, Chung King Express conjures a visceral experience akin to Chris Marker’s Sans Soleil. If the imaginary and the visionary provide you with spiritual sustenance, this film will satisfy.
Filed under Music by adam | April 17, 2003 | 0 comments
John Gorka is a master of the songwriting craft, perhaps enough to make me reconsider my statement that Paul Simon may be the only truly great songwriter.
Travel becomes meaningful when we move on to the next place. We live to create memories, both for ourselves and for others. So long as we are in a place, the possibilities of who we are are limited to the perceptible. We are gone, and those we leave behind can imagine us however they like; as we them.
My favorite line is “People love you when they know you’re leaving soon.”
There is nothing in my head today Nothing awful there to ponder or confuse me Go ahead in what you have to say And I will listen as I listen to the news I know the whole truth there is horrible It's better if you take a little at a time Too much and you are not portable Not enough and you'll be making happy rhymes You might like the gypsy life You judge your progress by the phases of the moon Get your compass and your sharpest knife People love you when they know you're leaving soon If you choose to settle in one place You may be harder over on the ones you love Like a tree without the growing space You will be taking from below and from above There is nothing in my head today I'll cross the river people as I cross my heart The pigeon bridges are a place to stay I will go under as I try to do my part
