I sometimes find myself dreaming that one day I will own a small book store, serve vanilla tea and mint coffee alongside Henry Miller and Kafka books, with the amazing music of Leonard Cohen in the background…
Other times I dream of running a classy jazz club, with red wine and cheap cigars on the table, feathers in my hair, wearing silk stockings and red lipstick , listening to Miles Davis and dancing the night away…
Or anything else that involves leather, lace and pearls…
I saw Talhotblond: (2009) the other day.. You can’t possibly blame the Internet for that unfortunate event. Can you?!
*Since I don’t tweet anymore you will see a lot of these tiny posts on my blog from now on. I blame it on school too. It takes away all my time…but I so love it! I should try to finish my movies top though…
Sorry for the copy/paste post..not feeling very creative. I think I’ll bring back to life my politics blog… All I do lately is read, watch movies and make plans. The same plans I’ve made last year.. spring is not a very good season for me.
The quotes are from Ninotchka (1939), one of my favorite Greta Garbo films. Enjoy!
Ps: I’ve moved my Tumblr account here but I guess you already knew that…
Ninotchka: We don’t have men like you in my country.
Leon: Thank you.
Ninotchka: That is why I believe in the future of my country.
Leon: I’ll picket your whole country! I’ll boycott you! No more vodka! No more caviar! No more Tchaikovsky! No more borscht!
Leon: A Russian! I love Russians! Comrade, I’ve been fascinated by your five-year plan for the last fifteen years.
Leon: It’s midnight. Look at the clock, one hand has met the other hand, they kiss. Isn’t that wonderful?
Leon: Ninotchka, it’s midnight. One half of Paris is making love to the other half.
Iranoff: We can say whatever we want. We can shout! We can complain! Look: THE SERVICE IN THIS HOTEL IS TERRIBLE! See? Nobody comes, nobody pays any attention! That’s freedom.
Buljanoff: That’s bad management.
Ninotchka: Let’s form our own party.
Leon: Right. Lovers of the world, unite!
I’ve always wondered why people settle for less than what they really want. Is it because we don’t feel worthy enough? Because we feel that the object of your desires is too good for us?
We know we can do better, we always know that. So then why do we settle? Is it because we’re lazy? Because we think time and destiny will do the job for us? Is it because we’re afraid? Then why not want only what we can have?
When it comes to the choices we make, we settle for what the moment has to offer. You meet a woman who seems to be your soul mate… but the sex is bad. You settle. You meet a man that makes you scream for more every time he touches you… but he’s just not what you wanted. You settle.
We go into relationships with people that are clearly not what we wanted and then spend an awful lot of time trying to change them. And when it goes wrong – and trust me, it always goes wrong – we settle.
We find a job that helps us pay the bills and have a decent meal every day… we settle. The dreams, the plans, the sleepless nights spent looking at the ceiling and dreaming about what we want to do with your life… all gone. Just because something good comes along… Good. Not great, not perfect, not what we wanted. Just good!
Life always has more to offer, simply by living it… so why settle? Why would you sabotage your own choices? Why not have, why just want?
We probably think that getting what we want is always impossible so settling for something less seems inevitable. But why not try? So you’ve made a bad choice and things went crazy… That’s not the only chance you get. The problem is that instead of looking for new beginnings, you want an infinite number of chances for the same thing…
Hasn’t time showed us that pain goes away, that someone else always comes along, that we’re never too old to try, to learn… to live?
I sometimes wonder how we have the nerve to tell others that they should “get a life”… We have a blast judging people or giving them advices on how to live their lives but we simply can’t live ours the way we want. And we settle… again and again. The only thing that we should but can’t ever settle with is the thought that we won’t live forever.
Photo: The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant (1972)
“There never was a woman like Gilda.”
Rita Hayworth is lovely in all her films but Gilda is by far my favorite. Intelligent directing, great plot, great characters and superb acting… A classic noir film, with strong men and beautiful women, sexual desire, morality, love triangles, money… and all that comes with it.
Johnny, small-time crooked gambler, trying to make a new life for himself, the best friend that helps him and the woman he once loved…Gilda. The dialogue between the three of them is delicious, irony at its finest…
Rita’s performance is breathtaking. When she sings, when she smokes, when she plays with her hair like it’s the most natural thing in the world…
Ballin : Look your best, my beautiful. This will be the casino’s first glimpse of you.
Gilda: I’ll look my very best, Ballin.
Gilda: I want all the hired help to approve of me. Glad to have met you, Mr. Farrell.
Ballin : His name is Johnny, Gilda.
Gilda: Oh, I’m sorry. Johnny is such a hard name to remember and so easy to forget.
Gilda: Johnny. There. See you later, Mr. Farrell.
Gilda is a must see noir. One of the best, in spite of the happy ending… As far as I’m concerned, it can’t get any better than this!
“I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling all that I am capable of doing but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.” Anais Nin
What is it about women that they always say about their current boyfriends that they are great in bed, even if it’s not true… and when they become “the ex” they also become the worse sex ever…even if he was the best they ever had?
Ladies, try some honesty for a change, it’s good for you. And while we’re at it, let’s face it: size does matter, most of the times.