Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The X-Men are BACK!



  All the X-Men movies are far above most others, but Days of Future Past is at least as great as the first two, before the decline began. Bryan Singer is back as the director and that shows. He seems, strangely enough to be born to make X-Men movies. His other films (aside from the Usual Suspects) are rather dull and uninspired. The X-Men are inspiration (and the great comic books) made flesh. He clearly understands the source material. Even though the stories are not exactly the same, their essence is.
  This is an epic storyline, true to its potential.
  If I have one minor beef it is that Bolivar Trask and his motivations seem a little underdeveloped. The rest is just… marvelous.
  The third movie, «the Last Stand» is also rendered totally invalid, continuity wise, yet another great move.
  We don’t get a truly adult movie, with its complete realism, but we do get a mature storyline, with quite a few mature themes and issues, like racism and its destructive power and devastating «potential». It also says a lot about destiny, and the value of fighting for true freedom, to stand up for one’s belief. Simultaneously, the young Xavier is shown to be stumbling, to lack conviction, even after having encountered his older self. Very believable! Such great stuff!
  The nightmare of the sentinels, of artificial intelligence is handled very well. The fighting between them and the few surviving mutants confirms that the movie in truth exceeds the source material.
  The first film practically gave birth to the long line of «superhero» movies the last fifteen years, and the X-Men franchise remains the best, far above such shit like the Dark Knight and the Avengers.
  Aside from Man of Steel Hollywood hasn't really made films the last five years. They haven’t even come close.

  The X-Men endure even such a devastating event.


Monday, May 26, 2014

A small selection of recent and upcoming thoughts and events

  And more things to do 2014-05-20 and onward:

  Five films.
  The great multimedia possibilities of Adobe Creative Cloud and other software following the digital revolution.
  Podcast Amos Keppler solo and with others.

  The five short films with a complete script so far:

  Lunch
  3 minutes +
  Confessions of a Midnight Cannibal
  One day in the life of John Smith
  Exodus

  I enjoy photographing statues from behind. That way you can’t see their names.

  I wasn't very excited (sarcasm) about the 200 anniversary of Norway’s constitution. After listening to small selections of the crap and speeches in the park I get even more pissed.

  Sarcasm is pretty straightforward. Irony is more quirky.

  After a year in a work training program they concluded that I was «unfit for ordinary work». I agree with that assessment.

  A friend of mine disagrees with that. He feels strongly that I would be an asset to any given employer seeking aware and thinking people. I agree with that as well.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

May 17, 2014

  It is the Norwegian constitution day today and the 200 anniversary for its inception.
  I can’t stand celebrations of nationalism, and have stayed away from it since childhood.
  This year is certainly no different. To me it isn't truly important at all, but merely more of the same hypocrisy and deception so prevalent in an oppressive world.
  The document written in 1814 and similar documents, in France and United States a few decades before that, isn't totally without value. They did state some thoughts on equality not very frequently stated at the time. But they are mostly overrated and filled with hypocrisy, at best, and the best parts have later mostly been quoted at party speeches and aside from that been pretty much ignored.
  The US declaration of independence allowed slavery. It didn't stop the invading Europeans there from instigating the worst genocide in history. The Norwegian document banned Jews from Norway for a long time. Racism kept and keeps rearing its ugly head. And there hasn’t been anything even approaching true equality in countries accepting those so called principles.
  Is it progress when words put on paper are basically ignored or when those words are mostly overrated and making a mockery of what they are supposed to defend and promote?
  People have told me that countries with a constitution, like Norway and United States and France are better off than those without it, like United Kingdom, that it is easier to introduce oppressive laws in the UK because of that, but such views are obviously erroneous. Countries with and without are pretty much equal in the oppression department, like we have seen demonstrated time and time again, also the last fifteen years. It’s just more wishful thinking and abject failure to acknowledge reality, that’s all.
  Rights are not granted by law, but by nature, and were present in human life thousands of years before 1814 or 1789 or 1776 and such. Laws are made by the rich and powerful, in order to benefit the rich and powerful against those who have little or nothing. Human freedom was lost with the introduction of the first wall and lost even more with the first fence. If people stopped hailing nationalism as a great and necessary force in human life, and began discarding hypocrisy and pompous speech for the dangerous bullshit it is, the world would inevitably be a far better place to live, and we need that, need it very much.

  The Norway that has existed both before and after 1814 and since my birth and adolescence, and still exists on this day, makes me want to vomit all stomach content until there is nothing but bile left.

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Fascinating

  I had a fascinating and inspiring time in town last night. Through both coincidence and as a result of the interesting life I lead, I met up with a representative for a group of people and artists and was quickly pretty much convinced we can be of great mutual benefit to each other.
  We had wine and hot food, did paintings, listened to music and showed videos and talked about lots of inspiring stuff concerning our potentially common future.
  My trip home wasn't bad either. I remember myself walking in the park in the city. Then I didn't recall anything until I sat on the bus far north on the island where I live, far beyond the point where I was supposed to have stepped off the bus…
  Fortunately the bus was supposed to return to the city after reaching the end stop and the driver was kind enough to let me ride with him, until it reached the point further south on the island closest to my home. I stepped off the bus there and made the hour-long walk home. It didn't feel like an effort, not like an effort at all. My body was practically flying, and my mind was, too.
  A great ending to a creative evening.

  The subject of the blackout has always been very fascinating to me. A person may move, talk and behave pretty much like he or she usually does, but won’t recall anything during a given time period. Those accompanying him or her won’t notice anything.
  The first time I had a blackout during the influence of strong liquor was in my early teens. I could prove it to myself that it had actually happened because I was filmed doing lots of stuff I had no recollection of doing.
  I haven’t had that many during four decades, four, perhaps five altogether. It is strange. I can be pissed drunk and experience it, and not drink very much and there it is.
  It does make you wonder, inevitably: what you may have actually done during the time of blackout. Experience tells me, as stated that you don’t do anything out of the ordinary. I was able to catch the bus, the right bus, even though I probably truly fell asleep at some point and missed the necessary bus change.
  I moved, analyzed and did everything right, even if I clearly wasn't fully conscious. Then I truly fell asleep, I guess, and I wonder, once again, also philosophically speaking, what is the difference between being awake and asleep, and where the middle ground is, where one ends and the other begins.
  We know, through research that there is no fixed moment when you are «awake» or «asleep». The brain turns itself off one section at the time. A fairly long time before you are actually sleeping, as most people define it, most of the sections may be turned off.
  What is consciousness? What is it truly? We don’t know, not really. We keep guessing, but no one gets it quite right, it seems.

  It is a mystery as big as the Universe itself.