It almost makes death a very real temptation when all your dreams are lovely. I guess this here, is true:
The Man: I told the boy when you dream about bad things happening, it means you're still fighting and you're still alive.It's when you start to dream about good things that you should worry.
(Movie: The Road, 2009)
Almost. Well, enough of my predicted emo-ness (going back to Melbourne next Monday *sigh)
I watched a lot of Viggo Mortensen's stuff last week. Since The Lord of the Rings Trilogy, pretty much every film he's been in are very good. Oh, I've been watching the extended cuts of the trilogy with my cousin haha. They're awesome. I'm actually pretty excited that Peter Jackson is now filming The Hobbit in two parts. Nicked the novel from brother's room, will read it in Melbourne.
He's in David Cronenberg's A History of Violence, which I think is fantastic. Reminds me of Rurouni Kenshin in fact. What with him being good at killing and then just reinvents himself to become good, how his past haunts him and his family, forcing him to become his old self again.
Eastern Promises, also directed by David Cronenberg is pretty darned good too. He makes an excellent Russian mobster. The fight scene that everyone talks about? Admirable but ugh, dude's naked, had to keep my hand on the screen. Nyeh.
AND good news is, David Cronenberg's new film, A Dangerous Method which will be released sometime the end of this year will star Viggo as Sigmund Freud AND Michael Fassbender as Carl Jung. Two of my current favourite actors in one film! It's destiny I tell you. I'm just destined to adore them both. Do watch the trailer:
Another Viggo film I've watched recently is Appaloosa, a western film! I've never given western period films much stock but I really like this one. Film is directed by director/actor Ed Harris, whom Mortensen met during A History of Violence. He plays the more chivalrous and intelligent yet subdued partner to Ed Harris's more alpha character. They're hired to restore peace to a small town called Appaloosa. The whole 'unspoken intimacy' between the two gunmen comes across very well.
Last but not least, the film adaptation of Cormac McCarthy's novel The Road is just brilliant. The post-apocalyptic scene the story's set in is scary. Especially the cannibalism. I think I screamed a couple of times for The Man (Viggo) and his Boy to run from a bunch cannibal rouges. But more than all that, the hope, the innocence of the kid, good and evil. Everybody should watch this.
P.S.
Apart from these I've seen several other films but this is a Viggo post. So, sometime later perhaps. It's just what I do. If I'm not reading, I watch films. Crap films, good films, whatever I could get a hold of. In fact, I watch an average of 1-2 films per day last semester (which probably explains my disastrous mid sem results HD, D, D, C. Mom freaked when I told her I got Ds haha. D - distinction, not the D below C. C on the other hand is a C - credit).
I suspect I will continue this unhealthy tradition of mine but I've got to be less obsessive. I've been doing this since pre-university, that is for the past 3 years. Seriously now. My marks will have to improve though I don't care for it. My parents insists so. I'll try to abide.
I'll always try just hard enough a.k.a last minute struggle , fret over my impending doom, write an emo poem or two, continue struggling, get shit grades, feel relieved though largely emotionless about it, forget, REPEAT. Typical me. Just whinging it.
P.S.
Apart from these I've seen several other films but this is a Viggo post. So, sometime later perhaps. It's just what I do. If I'm not reading, I watch films. Crap films, good films, whatever I could get a hold of. In fact, I watch an average of 1-2 films per day last semester (which probably explains my disastrous mid sem results HD, D, D, C. Mom freaked when I told her I got Ds haha. D - distinction, not the D below C. C on the other hand is a C - credit).
I suspect I will continue this unhealthy tradition of mine but I've got to be less obsessive. I've been doing this since pre-university, that is for the past 3 years. Seriously now. My marks will have to improve though I don't care for it. My parents insists so. I'll try to abide.
I'll always try just hard enough a.k.a last minute struggle , fret over my impending doom, write an emo poem or two, continue struggling, get shit grades, feel relieved though largely emotionless about it, forget, REPEAT. Typical me. Just whinging it.















