Turning my back to the sun...

Time 8.27am
Place - on top of my mattress
Morale - high (the sun is reflecting of my wall hangings and lighting up the room
Expectation of future morale - probably low as the books open, and I turn my back to the sun, the laughs of children playing outside, the buzzing sound of a lawn mower and the endless amount of World Cup games that are on show at the moment

Anyway, another one week or so has passed before I actually have sat down and wrote something a bit more concrete than just copy and paste funny songs that don’t really have a meaning.

Watched a film two days ago, called Hard Candy. Having told my brother that this film interested me, he thought I was a bit sick (to put it mildly). To those who don’t know this film, its circles around two main characters, the so called “paedophile” masking as a fashion photographer of young models, and the so called “victim” who meets up with him through the net and follows a (non graphic) affair with him. However there is a twist rather early on in the film, and the girl is not as “sweet and innocent” as one may assume. She has an agenda all along and we are continue on a rollercoaster of emotions throughout the film. As she accuses and punishes him, (through one method that can make us men cringe!) you can see some of the audience actually wincing and feel some sort of sympathy for the man. Its as if we want to believe that the man is innocent of the crimes he is led to have committed.

The POINT is, these kind of films give us a clue of who we are. We can avoid these kind of films that provoke our inner thoughts and nudge us to thinking thoughts that usually never appear in our brains, unless we end up reading the tragic Metro which seems like a regular obituary, or watch the news at 6pm. This films are clever because it shows us that we cant hide in our shell and pretend that people like him don’t exist. He appears “normal” as per society’s definition, he has a good job, flashy car and a stylish house. We want to believe that as per society, this guy must be telling the truth. Leave him alone! However in a world where everyone wears masks, who are we to know who is who and what they say they are. We are all perfect actors. We wear a mask, hiding our true selves and insecurities from everyone else. If WE can do this so perfectly without the least bit of training, the chances of a more ill natured person achieving this is very likely…

Without sounding like a film geek, which I don’t pretend to be, the film LOOKED good, with the cinematography. Its been a while since I saw a film with good photography and where the camera plays as key a role as the actors. There is no Hollywood sad song to help the audience along the emotional path where the actors can fail. There is no point in this false setting…
Anyway I recommend this film. Not saying its great. Just saying its different and “interesting”. I don’t think I was meant to talk about this topic throughout the film…

Im sure, as I finish my endless zombie like reading tonight of donkeys shit that really doesn’t mean anything material to life, I will come back and supply a top ten list of jobs that one can do if we don’t manage to see the light at the end of this long dark smelly tunnel…

One of them has to be something fleeing to Bermuda as an asylum seeker , protesting against the unfair taxing and poor quality of the NHS, claiming this is all a conspiracy against you, and therefore be offered protection from the government of Bermuda to live full time of very healthy social benefits…
What do you think?