Showing posts with label anticipation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anticipation. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Anticipated... sort of

Cormac McCarthy's Pulitzer Prize winning novel The Road may well be my favorite book. If not favorite, than certainly top five. Well, the trailer for The Road has been released, and... I'm even more hesitant to see this film than I was before. Despite the sparse prose in which McCarthy wrote the novel, I always had very vivid images in my head while reading. I never imagined the city scenes as the director visualizes them here. The coastal scenes, however, are exactly as I imagined them. Regardless, The Road is touted as another post-apocalyptic thriller. Seriously? There was absolutely no subtlety in that trailer, a quality that truly carried much of the novel's weight. Some of the most important communication between Father and son (in the novel) is delivered through eye-contact rather than verbal exchange, but there's a good deal of speech in the trailer. When that kid makes the comment about the can of Coca-Cola, I cringed -- it seems like somebody made a mistake in casting. And the music... great, I'm glad that the studio chose generic Hollywood thriller fare. Sure, maybe it would have been cliché or expected, but almost anything by Godspeed You Black Emperor! would have been fitting. Maybe "Dead Flag Blues" with an alternate voiceover in the beginning? Then again, there's no way GYBE! would license a song to any movie. EDIT: GYBE! licensed the very song to 28 Days Later.

The Road is a compelling tale of the bond between a father and son. It has a very elementary plot, yet it's one of the greatest pieces of literature I've read. This film looks like it will be an edge-of-your-seat thriller, and something that I will see, but am honestly worried about.

Monday, February 16, 2009

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In response to all the comments--thank you all very much. They're helping me out... I'm still in somewhat of a funk, but I really appreciate the comments. I'll update when/if anything happens. Should also have some reviews up as soon as TMT decides to post them, as well as (maybe) some short essays on some songs I love. Thanks for sticking with me.


To those following, sorry I've been neglecting the blog as of late. This semester's been rough so far, and I've never felt stuck in a place more transient than this. I'm in a poetry course, and really like the instructor. However, I don't feel like I'm learning anything, and have yet to write a poem I'm proud of. I'm sure I'll be able to scrounge up ten poems for my final portfolio, but I want something that I can feel satisfied with. My biggest problem with all this, of course, is that I don't put enough time into poetry. It's just so daunting, and I never know where to begin.

I guess what I'm getting at is... I don't even really feel like a writer anymore. I used to think I was fairly creative, and a good writer, but now I'm just not so sure. My sister Kaitlyn now seems to be the "writer" of the family, and will likely be remembered for it. That probably sounds very bitter, but I'm actually really glad that she's found and is cultivating something that she loves so much. I just feel that I'm kind of... overshadowed by her now. The only writing I seem to be doing anymore is criticism, analyzing somebody else's creative work. I myself haven't written an entire song (or poem, or story) in a very long time.

Sorry if this is a downer, but I'm just not feeling right lately. I spend a lot of time studying, and a lot more time idling at the keyboard, waiting for I-have-no-idea-what, wasting time and accomplishing nothing. I can't wait until March 2nd, and hate that I feel my future hangs in the balance. I'll receive an email that will determine the rest of my college career, and frankly, I've never been more scared. I don't feel like I was intended to be an English major, and am eager to set out on something new, something secure (ish), something more important than writing extensive words about why you should/shouldn't buy an album.

If you read this, thank you.
-Lukas