6-0 Jays.
Phil Hughes' debut.
April 27, 2007
April 15, 2007
The Deep End (2001)
US
Scott McGehee - Director / Producer / Screenwriter
David Siegel - Director / Producer / Screenwriter
Elizabeth Sanxay Holding - Book Author
Tilda Swinton - Margaret Hall
Goran Visnjic - Alek Spera
Jonathan Tucker - Beau Hall
Raymond Barry - Carlie Nagle
Josh Lucas - Darby Reese
Scott McGehee - Director / Producer / Screenwriter
David Siegel - Director / Producer / Screenwriter
Elizabeth Sanxay Holding - Book Author
Tilda Swinton - Margaret Hall
Goran Visnjic - Alek Spera
Jonathan Tucker - Beau Hall
Raymond Barry - Carlie Nagle
Josh Lucas - Darby Reese
April 11, 2007
[Broadway] Dying City
7 April 2007
Newhouse Theater at Lincoln Center
by: Christopher Shinn
Directed by: James Macdonald
Cast : Rebecca Brooksher , Pablo Schreiber
Sort of a ritual to watch a show on my birthday. And my birthday present was to see Ralph Fiennes in the crowed to see The Coast of Utopia, Ethan Hawke sneaked in the backstage door who looked suspicious, and Randy Harrison who was going see the same show as me.
Newhouse Theater at Lincoln Center
by: Christopher Shinn
Directed by: James Macdonald
Cast : Rebecca Brooksher , Pablo Schreiber
Sort of a ritual to watch a show on my birthday. And my birthday present was to see Ralph Fiennes in the crowed to see The Coast of Utopia, Ethan Hawke sneaked in the backstage door who looked suspicious, and Randy Harrison who was going see the same show as me.
The Lives of Others (2006)
Germany
Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck - Director / Screenwriter
Martina Gedeck - Christa-Maria Sieland
Ulrich Mühe - Capt. Gerd Wiesler
Sebastian Koch - Georg Dreyman
Ulrich Tukur - Lt.-Col. Anton Grubitz
Thomas Thieme - Minister Bruno Hempf
Once I compared this film to The Conversation, it didn't come anywhere close to powerful use of sound in Coppola's film.
Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck - Director / Screenwriter
Martina Gedeck - Christa-Maria Sieland
Ulrich Mühe - Capt. Gerd Wiesler
Sebastian Koch - Georg Dreyman
Ulrich Tukur - Lt.-Col. Anton Grubitz
Thomas Thieme - Minister Bruno Hempf
Once I compared this film to The Conversation, it didn't come anywhere close to powerful use of sound in Coppola's film.
[Gig] Cold War Kids
9 April 2007
Bowery Ballroom
This was so humiliating, and this had nothing do to with Cold War Kids. If you happened to see me that day, I beg you don't tell...
Here the story goes...
2:09 PM, April 10
definitely top of my most embarrassing experience.
i was there for the cold war kids, end up just listening to their first song, sitting on the filthy ground outside bowery, recovering from the blackout caused by one god damn beer.
one hour ago from this scenes, i stood inside, holding half empty beer cup, happy with the finding that sounds swirling inside my beer cup and vibrating through my palm.
then it came, the post-beer headache. then i saw it coming, the blackout. i thought i could handle it, just like i handled it couple times before, just stood still, breathe, and waited for it to past. i thought i can handle it, but the next thing i knew i was sitting, no, collapsing on the ground. my eye-sight was blurry, so was my hearing. people hold me up and took me few steps forward to lean on the stage. vaguely i might say something like 'can i just stay here for a while then i'll be ok,' but vaguely someone say i need air and people held me out of the venue. the cold air actually felt refreshing, i just wanted to sit down, i knew it going to pass soon. a nice girl called jennie stayed with me for a while and gave me a hug. i assured her i was going to be ok and send her inside. i sit there, didn't know whether to go back or not, or to laugh or cry. i started to feel cold, then put on my jacket. i decided not going back inside to avoid possible recognition from the crowd, which now i could see clear. i took M103 and headed back home. nothing is more surreal than this, as now i'm writing the whole thing, with my head still feel the residue of last night's beer (theoretically it's unlikely, but i can't sever the tiredness, mentally and physically, from it), and the pain in my ass, literally.
hope writing this down can be therapeutic, since i don't want to recall it, and no one else but me will ever know this. luckily i won't go back to bowery until next month. even with this shit, it still my favorite venue in the city.
Bowery Ballroom
This was so humiliating, and this had nothing do to with Cold War Kids. If you happened to see me that day, I beg you don't tell...
Here the story goes...
2:09 PM, April 10
definitely top of my most embarrassing experience.
i was there for the cold war kids, end up just listening to their first song, sitting on the filthy ground outside bowery, recovering from the blackout caused by one god damn beer.
one hour ago from this scenes, i stood inside, holding half empty beer cup, happy with the finding that sounds swirling inside my beer cup and vibrating through my palm.
then it came, the post-beer headache. then i saw it coming, the blackout. i thought i could handle it, just like i handled it couple times before, just stood still, breathe, and waited for it to past. i thought i can handle it, but the next thing i knew i was sitting, no, collapsing on the ground. my eye-sight was blurry, so was my hearing. people hold me up and took me few steps forward to lean on the stage. vaguely i might say something like 'can i just stay here for a while then i'll be ok,' but vaguely someone say i need air and people held me out of the venue. the cold air actually felt refreshing, i just wanted to sit down, i knew it going to pass soon. a nice girl called jennie stayed with me for a while and gave me a hug. i assured her i was going to be ok and send her inside. i sit there, didn't know whether to go back or not, or to laugh or cry. i started to feel cold, then put on my jacket. i decided not going back inside to avoid possible recognition from the crowd, which now i could see clear. i took M103 and headed back home. nothing is more surreal than this, as now i'm writing the whole thing, with my head still feel the residue of last night's beer (theoretically it's unlikely, but i can't sever the tiredness, mentally and physically, from it), and the pain in my ass, literally.
hope writing this down can be therapeutic, since i don't want to recall it, and no one else but me will ever know this. luckily i won't go back to bowery until next month. even with this shit, it still my favorite venue in the city.
April 04, 2007
[Broadway] The Coast of Utopia - Voyage
28 March 2007
Vivian Beaumont Theater
A Trilogy by Tom Stoppard
Directed by Jack O'Brien
Vivian Beaumont Theater
A Trilogy by Tom Stoppard
Directed by Jack O'Brien
A Man Escaped (1956)
Un Condamné à Mort C'Est Echappé
France
Robert Bresson - Director / Screenwriter
Francois Leterrier - Lt. Fontaine
Roland Monod - De Leiris the Pastor
Jacques Ertaud - Orsini
Roger Planchon
France
Robert Bresson - Director / Screenwriter
Francois Leterrier - Lt. Fontaine
Roland Monod - De Leiris the Pastor
Jacques Ertaud - Orsini
Roger Planchon
April 02, 2007
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