The happiness…Is it really so ephemeral? Everything that we need is Love. Love. Nothing else. Nothing else matters. To love is the only and the solely reason to exist. To love Your friends. To miss someone, and still love him…To loose someone, and love him more than ever. To dream about him or her, and be happy that You met such a person, once, or twice…Nothing else is important. I feel pity about the people who substitute the love with the material things, who substitute the love for being rich, or being successful, or god damn it what reason they find. I don’t even thin about those abstract, religious things like “loving everyone”. No, I think about those very few people that we meet in our life, who has left their traces forever… And who’ll be always remembered. No matter if we lost them, or will never meet them.
I miss You. I miss You. That’s it. Can You hear me?
I cry again. I want to stop, and don’t know how…
Monthly Archives: December 2008
the happiness
Shit…I feel so alone. This winter time, when everyone celebrates, and I’m alone. She wrote me again… One of those small letters…I feel depressed, and it is cold… It is only beginning of it. Sometimes, it just makes me cry. I hate the growing man cry…
persona
Today I watched Ingmar Bergman “Persona”.It gave me strange feelings. There are parts of the film, that looks like “Very nice, very nice” and “21-87″. But the similarity doesn’t end there - he uses the same photographs, as in “Very nice, very nice” with similar cutting/tempo. I don’t know what to think…6 years after this Oscar night, where “Through the glass darkly” won the Best Foreign film, and “Very nice, very nice” was nominated for Best Short feature…
everything about the race
At the end of the Year, there are lot of classifications for films. My last film appeared in some of them…It is good to be in a company with the best. I guess it will have more mentions in the category - The worst films of the Year. But I’m proud with this too. One day I will collect all the bad comments about my films. Actually I enjoy them more, than the good ones. There is nothing more discouraging that the first place, and the prizes. Those are for the sportive. I’m just a modest long distance runner in the Cote-des-Neiges cemetery. 45 min. Slow. 5 km. 3 times a week.
Again
The Parliament is suspended. A lot of words – democracy, sovereignty, nation, language, economic, crisis. Words without meanings… Bull shits. All the politicians are just a bunch of retarded fucking idiots, who care only about their retirement plans, houses, cars, and mistress. If they have all this – they care about being part of the history. So, at the end, a street is named after them. This is what the politic is – to land as a street metal plate. What about if the metal plate is just– one way?
The political crisis disturbs me. After October, now again… I cannot concentrate on the film, cannot sleep, cannot read, or watch films. I’m not going to watch TV anymore… My last film doesn’t go well, there is a little doubt that actually it is just a bad film, that I made.
