Lazing on a Sunny Afternoon

Weather is a huge topic.

It looks casual or even trite but its consequence can be tragic.

People’s mood varies according to it,

Events are ruined on account of it,

Everybody’s looks change because of it

And catastrophes occur when it goes crazy, even for a bit.

Movies won’t deny: how many weddings under bright suns and clear skies?

How many funerals or wars set in storms or winds? How many rainy goodbyes?

That’s why Being Weather man or woman should be recognized as a job of braveness.

Moreover they often have really catchy catchphrases, everybody has one in the US.



A blessing in disguise

Yesterday, I missed the showing of a film and ended up seeing This Means War

It wasn’t a good movie but I found a new idea of a job that doesn’t look bad so far.

In that movie, Reese Witherspoon’s job seems pretty fun,

She has to test everyday life objects, try to break them, even shoot them with a gun,

She looks how good an oven bakes, how fun a game is, how efficiently a blender blends.

She does that all day, just giving a review on witch brand to choose, when the day ends.

I guess she might even have to test pillows, couches, clothes or make-up.

No doubt I would apply for this job if an offer came up!

It has nothing to do with what I learned to do but anyone can choose the nicest mattress.

She could choose, among the previous, my best catchphrase, everybody has one in the US.


Baby, you can drive my car

Thanks to cinema, I realized that you can categorize workers according to their cars.

Cellular as a good sample of different drivers, starting with the young surfer with cute jaws,

Of course driving a little convertible Jeep saving a rich suburban mother in a black 4×4.

On his way, He meets a bitchy lawyer in a blue-leather ragtop, with an automatic door.

A young guy in High school must drive Footloose’s Ren McCormack’s clunker

And his teacher has to drive a classic but kind of rusty car as Glee’s Will Shuester.

A genius scientist with crazy hair can’t own anything else than a DeLorean

And a witty journalist doesn’t drive, obviously; she has a private driver called Dylan.

Sadly, I don’t know any Dylan and don’t own a driver’s license, maybe that’s why I’m jobless.

I’m stuck with that and my lack of catchphrase, everybody has one in the US.


Sunday’s Review 13: Inception


Sorry to disappoint you if you relied on me to tell you what movie to go see tonight in theaters because once again, I’m not going to pick one showing right now. As a matter of fact, we’re in the dead season concerning new releases. I’m not going to talk to you about this “dead season” phenomenon either, although it’s quite interesting.

No, today, I’m going to use my personal experience to get a chance to talk to you about one of the greatest movie of the decade: Christopher Nolan’s Inception. This morning, I woke up not remembering any dream I would have made sleeping, but 10 minutes later, a surprising one came back to my mind. Not only was he filled with really precise details but it had a dream inside of itself. I precisely remember asking a fellow in my dream to wake me up because the nightmare I was having inside of it was too awful. You can see why I immediately thought of Inception.

This movie struck me has one of the best because, contrary to most movies acclaimed these days, it wasn’t only a technical achievement. The storyline was truly innovative and interesting. It called for a great imagination amongst viewers and, leaving the theater, one had a thousand stories to create launched by Nolan’s idea.

And, as it should be, this great pitch was surrounded with very nice special effects, good acting and beautiful photography. I want to ask: what else? What can we possibly ask, on top of all this? As I couldn’t find an answer, you can add this movie in the list of my very favorites.

If you disagree because the ending bugged you or because you thought of the idea yourself before the movie was released, well, first: you might have had the idea but you didn’t do anything with it, did you? And second: the ending is, I thought, perfectly clear but, if you wish to, we can discuss it for hours and hours without ever having the true answer because we can’t ask the director (and even if we could, he wouldn’t tell). 

Merry 99th

Tomorrow will be the hundredth post on this posterous,

Custom dictates that a celebration has to be made or I shall not be called serious.

Paris Geller made a huge point of it for the Yale Daily News on Gilmore Girls,

And TV series and films are filled with anniversary toasts, parties, speeches or rituals.

Of course, I realize that these events are mainly excuses to create a special environment

And, through that, get a way to include in the plot, a new intrigue, twist or torment.

But really, get to the hundredth is a little better than getting to the ninety-ninth,

And a little worse than getting to the hundred-and-oneth.

Anyway, this post is my celebration so, everyone, Joy and light-heartedness!

Maybe now I can say I used to need a catchphrase, everybody has one in the US.


The bill please

It’s funny how the English language uses “waiting” in apparently more than one meaning.

You can be waiting for something or you can be a waiter and it’s tables you’re waiting.

But, after all, those two things might not be so apart.

Big Bang theory Penny is waiting at the Cheesecake factory for her acting career to start.

In the movie Waitress, Keri Russell is obviously waiting for her entire life to begin.

Rachel and Joey, waiting at Central Perk, just want money before their real job comes in.

So, if I got it right, being a waiter is suppose to be a before career job,

Something you do to earn money without having to ask it from the mob.

They are saying there is no one having the vocation to be a waitress,

It’s kind of sadder than not having a catchphrase, everybody has a vocation in the US.


Power Rangers

Some TV characters are just full of power and seem to control everything.

Whatever their situation, just because they’re very good or evil, they are crowned king.

I’m not even going to mention CIA, FBI, NCIS… bosses. Well, I just did!

But look at Dr Queen, just because she is a medicine woman doing a good deed,

Once she’s settled, everybody listens to her and do whatever she decides.

More recently in Once Upon a time, The Storybrook’s Mayor, her evil witchy powers asides,

Can do pretty much whatever she wants and get away with it, nobody thinking it’s wrong.

Coach Sylvester gets her way whenever she needs to, just because her voice is strong.

And, as for Reverend Campden he could as well be called God, full of gospel truthiness.

With their power they could give me a catchphrase, everybody has one in the US.


Sunday’s Review 12: Cinema Paradiso


Some movies have the strange effect to be absolutely unattractive when, in fact, they are pretty good. Every person who has seen it pushes you to go watch it but you just don’t feel like it. It seems boring. When, finally, you decide to enhance your cinematographic education and see this thing that seem to be part of the “must see”, you immediately become the person that arrases others to see it.

The French-italian film Cinema Paradiso is very much in this category. When the director, Giuseppe Tornatore, did it, he actually intended it to be an obituary to classical movie theaters and the great period of cinema that he thought was dying. The success of the movie showed him wrong.

This movie is about the destiny of a movie theater in an Italian village in the 1950s. Its dreadful fate is sealed when the old projectionist, that was practically part of the walls of the theater, dies. Not coincidentally, his funeral matches the week where the abandoned theater is to be demolished. But those two deaths bring to light the destiny of a young child of the village, now acclaimed movie director. It’s funny how the story is actually close to the destiny of the film itself: the director celebrated what he thought was dying but it gave birth to a success.

Cinema Paradiso is a truly sensitive film. Not because it’s filled with feelings and emotions but in the way that our senses are all called in. We feel the heat and the dust of a summer in the village square in the South of Italy. When the movie theater is so crowded that they have to get chairs from the houses around, while the rich stand on the balcony, we’re, below them, in the hive of activity.

On top of a nice story with strong characters, it’s this feeling to live their pleasure to get in the cinema to escape miserable lives, their helplessness to see it destroyed or threatened, their gratitude to the people that held it alive at any cost, that make it so special.

So, I urge you to watch Cinema Paradiso and, I know, it doesn’t seem that interesting but, trust me, you’ll enjoy it.

I love Paris in the Spring time

As it may have already occurred to you, I’m still in France and not in New York,

It seems learning about the job universe there didn’t help me find some work.

But the truth is, something else held me here in Paris.

You know how I get all my education from US movies and TV series?

Well, how can I leave the city they all seem to want to go to?

It started out simply with a title in 1951: An American in Paris, a great movie too.

Then it kept happening, in Alias, in Gossip Girl, in Inception,

Sex and the city, Moulin Rouge, Julie & Julia, were no exception.

Woody Allen definitely sealed the case with Midnight in Paris, he was pretty intense.

Staying, at least, I can avoid my catchphrase issue, not everybody has one in France!


Just a brillant minute

Everybody wished one day to come up with an idea that would be so brilliant

That it would be enough to get them celebrity and money for as long as they want.

Even just a song, as Bridget Jones’ friend or Hugh Grant in About a boy,

Successful enough to make your bank account feel like a toy.

David Fincher tried to show that it wasn’t always pretty to be the guy with the genius idea,

But I found his Social Network even more tempting, I wish I had thought of FaceMe.

Even more genius in a world that, God knows, doesn’t exist, without even trying,

Ricky Gervais became king when he came up with The Invention of Lying.

Please give me this one flash of genius that would end for life any pecuniary distress.

Even then I’d need a catchphrase, everybody has one in the US.