My Favorite Film

Oldboy

What can I say?

Let's simply start of with the plot from IMDB;

"An average man is kidnapped and imprisoned in a shabby cell for 15 years without explanation. He then is released, equipped with money, a cellphone and expensive clothes. As he strives to explain his imprisonment and get his revenge, he soon finds out that not only his kidnapper has still plans for him, but that those plans will serve as the even worse finale to 15 years of imprisonment."

The first time I saw it I didn't even know what I was getting myself into. I went to the movies and just pointed my finger at the poster and not knowing a single thing about the film I said "let's see that". Not expecting anything.

I left the cinema flabbergasted. How can a film be this good? I guess I am a sucker for films with a bit of a complicated, layered, plot where the answers are revealed at the end. An impressive thriller that thrilled the shit out of me.

I am not sure what I love the most. How the director filmed the film itself. The brilliant acting from the protagonist Min-sik Choi (who plays Dae-Su Oh) or the antagonist Ji-tae Yu (who plays Woo-jin Lee) or the soundtrack that is probably one of the best I have ever heard, and I have heard a lot of em'). Western films soundtracks always leaves me empty and wanting more. I can't remember a single film except "Synecdoche, New York" where I thought "fucking hell, that soundtrack was good" which is suprising considering the heavyweights living and working in the western world. I must have overlooked things but I can't remember for the life of me, and to be honest, if I can't remember it, how fucking good could it be? NEXT!

Just listen to this and you'll understand what I am talking about

- Oldboy OST - The Searchers http://blip.fm/~79901
- Oldboy OST - Farewell, My Lovely http://blip.fm/~79926

A film has never put me in such suspense and hooked so much that I never wish it would end. Big applause to the original creator of the manga Oldboy and the whole team who wrote, directed, shot and acted in Oldboy.

My all time favorite film, still.

I love mah blaog cuz

No, I really do.

I sometimes look at it objectively and think what I actually bring to the table, if people have any reason to read this or just skip past it. To tell you the truth it is a little bit of acting/creativity/passion/film etc based but what did you expect coming here ;-)

You get great insight to MY genius (common!) and other peoples genius minds and things you not might see in other places. You get some short brilliant poignant stories, you get some poems, you get some comedy...


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and now you got some action, cya later.
(yes that was supposed to be a dick not a turk with a long nose, sorry.)

T-Mobile Dance Advert

A while ago I posted a video where T Mobile made a sing-a-long thingy which was absolutely amazing, it made me so happy. I just sat and sang all day. I really wish I could've been there, but alas.

Yesterday night (not gonna lie, it was very late, 2.30am actually) I found another of T Mobiles great adverts (fuck me, it sounds like I am getting paid to write this... if only mate, if only) this time it was a flash mob dance bonanza in the middle of a big train station and it was as great as the Hey Jude Sing-a-Long. I was so pumped I couldn't sleep so I sat up for like two hours just listening and watching this video and dancing... well in my head anyways, it was 2.30am after all. It made me so fucking ecstatic and happy!

Sir Ben Kinglsey

So I've been watching a lot of Inside The Actor's Studio lately with James Lipton. It's really wonderful to listen to these amazing artists speak from their heart and tell us all the things we want to, and don't want to hear. What they have went through and the hardships and heartaches.

One theme that I seem to see is that a lot of the great ones have done a lot of theater, that's the way they started out, which of course makes a lot of sense. A lot of them were absolutely fine with theater and then got in one way or another into movies. This is really refreshing since I have always felt that I think that I would somehow like theater. It seems a bit more over-the-top melodramatic stuff (sometimes), which is great.

I really wish Stella Adler or Stanislavski were still alive. I want to study under them so much it's not even funny. I need to find the new Stella, and the new Stanislavski. TEACH ME!

Which leads me to the topic of this post... Sir Ben Kingsley. First of all his episode might be my favorite of all Actor's Studio episodes. I wish Mr Marlon Brando would've had gone there to but declined for some reason.

Sir Ben Kinglsey teaches us the virtue of PATIENCE. Patience. One step at a time. I'm going to link to the final bit of his episode but you'll find all of it if you click on the youtube window.

The sound on this episode is really low so turn your speakers or headphones up up up.

The first question is great, I'd like you to listen to the second question and answer, at 2:06.

Enjoy and thank me later.

Write This Down

My aim is to be independent from Miss Adler or anybody else. I know this as well as you do, and in the sense that I know it as well as you do, I don't need you.

Marlon Brando

Marlon Brando... As I am trying to get deeper and deeper into the mind of an actor I am quickly realizing that this guy is my favorite above all the others, for obvious reasons.

I've been watching documentaries and it pictures greatly how great he is, how intuitively he works, how everything seems to be so natural. If some people are born to act, then this guy is it. Some people just "got it" don't they? Where they just execute something just as they should and sometimes even better then imagined.

Turns out he was in Stella Adler's workshop, so I looked her up as well and fucking hell... I am realizing as I am listening to her and watching Brando in films such as "A Streetcar named Desire" and "On The Waterfront" how SHIT today's cinema is. I mean it's fucking appalling. My friend urged me for months to watch Lost, because I hadn't watched a single episode and since it seems to be the bees fucking knees I thought I'd give it a go.

I turned it off after two and a half episodes. (I didn't watch two and half eps in one run, keep your panties on)

I tell you what, if THAT is what I have to go up against when perhaps making films and being an actor and all that, even though I have absolutely zero experience in actual acting I feel like I have nothing to worry about at all. I am really patting the shit out of my back here but come on eh?

Great people make things look easy though, I know.

A lot to learn to. Long way to go. And what a lovely journey it shall be :)

Stella Adler then. STEEEELLAAAAAAAAAA. I am going to get her book and read it through and through. Going to keep it next to me like the fucking bible (fuck the bible), (play on words, woooo). Wherever I go, that book goes, if I take a shit, i'll have it in my left hand as I am wiping with the right one (aren't I poetic?). If I get robbed I'll give them the clothes off my back and my left nut before I give it up.

What if it turns out the book is outdated and shit? lol.

I feel like I need to do something great. Why as this feeling come all over me all of a sudden?

"The right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world"

Marlon Brando, you are #1.

Poem, Untitled

I wrote a few poems since a few days back, not sure why, trying to be creative innit... If you have something to say, say it! Creativity is lovely. Here it is, the first out of maybe more to be "published" publicly...

"I see you suffering, envy is such a terrible affliction
material things, like cars and houses makes your head spin

one million, two million, your mind is clouded with bills
money corrupts, kills and gives people the cold chills

the richest men are poor, the poorest men are rich
I rather die then die of envy, the simplest things in life gives me bliss"

Burak Köseoglu, 19/5-09

Poem, Trees

Ah poems, getting quite interesting now. I only picked up poems a few months ago. I am not actively looking for them but when I come across one I like for some reason I usually keep it so I can post it here later. I am really thinking about starting to write stuff, incl poems. And I am also thinking of getting some painting equipment so I can paint a little. I remember that I always used to paint as a kid. I really like oil paintings with bold strokes, like THIS one (that is currently my desktop pic as well, made by Claude Monet "Nympheas (1897)")

As far as acting update goes, I actually might to do an audition for a short film on Monday! The fella is supposed to send me the script on SUNDAY, that means I have one day to learn the shit. But he said it was intentional so... screw that guy man :( Nah he seemed really cool because his ad said that they were looking for people around my age with acting experience to come and audition and here I am. I am not expecting to get it at all, I just want to go for the sake of going and making and effort!

Anyway, here is the poem by (Alfred) Joyce Kilmer, a religious fella that likes to include it as a big topic in his poems. You guys know what I think about religion but nonetheless. This poem was really short and sweet. It's really expressive and for poem "n00bs" like me who don't get the heavy stuff (YET!) this one is a doll.

*Ehm ehm*

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

You get the hick-ups because you accidently swallow a fairy and it's trying to get out.

Nameless Inkings

Another story from Final Fantasy XII!

Remember when I posted a story I found inside FFXII called "The Wolf In The Woods"? Well the writers of FFXII has done it agian, and I am sure there are still more inside the game that I don't even know of.

This is a great little piece about two Bangaas who had a long journey all the way to the city of Nabudis. It's really sweet and poignant. It's like a super short novel, it's just brilliant, read it and enjoy. It's like a hors d'oeuvres of a story.

"Page 1: Observations

Genus: Humanoid
Classification: Bangaa

Humanoid race, their bodies covered in small, hard scales, with distinctive long, drooping ears. Bangaa are nimble and strong, living up to twice as long as the average hume. In manner and intelligence they greatly resemble humes, and as such as the most integrated of the humanoid races in hume society.

Even so, some humes call the bangaa "lizards" behind their backs, but this is considered a slur, and is like to deeply offend any bangaa within hearing.


Page 2: Nameless Inkings

It was a clement day when my partner and I arrived at Nabudis at the end of a long journey. I remember looking upon her beautiful welcoming streets and realizing no other place could be more fitting a destination. Gathering up what coin we had, we secured residence, and began to look for work. From odd jobs to risky border patrols, we did all, and were satisfied.

Thinking of it now, I realize, I was happy then.


Page 3

We were not particular in our acceptance of work, and so in a short time amassed enough wealth that we might live in some degree of comfort.

Our residence began to fill with the articles and artifacts of our daily lives, and soon we found our roots sunk so deep in the soil of this city, we could not imagine ever leaving. Though I assisted my partner with work, we gradually came to seek out our own time, and so grew apart. Yet, we were satisfied. Why need this life ever end?


Page 4

Several years after beginning out life in Nabudis, there came a call for soldiers from the city watch. We had, by this time, made something of a name for ourselves, and so did a summons come to us. We were not born in this city of Nabudis, yet our love or the town knew nothing of this, and we accepted without delay.

I was given to the border patrol, my partner to the defense of the city wall. The night before I was to leave, we ate a splendid meal and drank such wine as we could afford. It was as though we knew it would be our last meal together.


Page 5

The days of my patrol were harsh, yet we finished out duties, and weeks later, had only to return.

That night, I dreamt.

My partner came to me, trying to tell me something, yet I could hear nothing but the blowing of a distant wind. Perhaps I became homesick as I slept, for when I awoke, my eyes were wet with tears. In the dream, my partner had been unchanged, a perfect memory.

Our feet turned home, all out thoughts flying down the road ahead of us, faster than we might hope to walk, back toward Nabudis.


Page 6

What awaited us upon our return was not a hero's welcome, but despair. Gone were the beautiful palisades, gone were the families and friends that surely awaited us. Only a wasted, blasted land remained.

Then we saw the people of Nabudis, though to call them that is a jape of the bitt'rest sort. They were the walking dead, hungering for life, and consuming all they found that was light and good. We fought them to save our own lives, and we wept.

Then, among the dead, I saw him. And I could fight no more."

Na na na na na na! Hey Jude!

:') Wish I was there!

I had a dream about her again, it was probably because I was thinking about her right before I went to bed... that's the way the brain works isn't it. I am not sure why I was thinking about her at all, I suppose I just felt like it and I didn't have anything else to mull over as I was trying to go to bed.

It's been maybe 7 months since I spoke to her for the last time, which is a good thing, because for my own mentalities sake I desperately needed to get over her. It's not all bad I suppose, let's me know I am alive. If I was this boring monotone cubical geek maybe I couldn't do something as expressive as acting/directing etc all that jazz.

It almost feels like (and I know I am over exaggerating like mad now) but it truly feels like I almost missed out on my soulmate. I know I know I didn't really but almost feels like it. It was all the small things that I really miss and enjoyed so much...

I panicked to get love. I think she has a kid now, she was supposed to give birth on march or something... imagine that. I suppose it wouldn't have worked out anyway since she wanted to settle down at an early age, but me? Fuck no :)) See you around the world babies.

Not sure if I hate her nowdays but, I suppose I still hope she is doing well. She always had it rough but I loved to always *be there* for her... take care lady.

Cha Cha