Not so much...

it's the movie everyone is talking about: silent but powerful, it is winning awards (including Cannes, Golden globes etc) and is the biggest favourite for the Oscars.

I was very intrigued, and went and saw it on Sunday. Great movie, fun and moving, but nothing to get one's knickers in a twist about, I think. The story is a cliché, done amazingly in the far superior Sunset Boulevard, what remains is the novelty of watching a silent movie in the year 2012. Great acting and recreation of an era, great dog even but really, why the hype?

It's really all been said before... And of course art repeats itself all the time, but no need to do it in such a way...



I;m ready for my close-up Mr de Mille.
Immortal line, immortal movie.

The new year

The new year that came- 2012, leap year. Lucky? Who knows...

The red earth, with crops. Potatoes.

Does it make us feel safe? To have potatoes around.
At least we can eat that, one might think.

Greece is bleeding. People are sad, depressed, frustrated. Confused.

The fear is everywhere. Where is the optimism? Is there any left?

Who knows...

But it's the new year, this must count for something.

Took me a while...

My first post from the iPhone, took me a while no? Maybe now I'll post more frequently than once a month. But then what is there to report when the best thing that happened to me today was eat a mince pie?
Happy Christmas!

Εσυ κερδίζεις μάνα μου και κύπελλο Ουέφα

I know I've been a bad girl lately

I know I've been a bad girl lately:

- I post once in a blue moon (literally)
- I post uninspired, sad vs. angry posts
- I feel the world is against me

In a desperate attempt to wake up my non-existent readers, I am posting twice in two days: a-ma-zing.

In an additional desperate attempt to cheer us all up, I am introducing you to X-factor guardian's liveblog

For anyone not from the UK, this is the most serious newspaper blogging for X-facor/scum of the earth TV. But it's amazing. It's funny, it's clever, it's indispensable.

Which makes me think, does the fact that I am reading the guardian cancel out the shame of watching X-factor?

Youkali once said to me a wise thing (one of many): even intellectual people need to embrace shitty popular culture once and a while. Pretending to be an intellectual all my life, and always having an identity crisis when I liked so much TV crap, I felt instantly better. You?

Which brings me to this post's final point: because we need a balance in life, and because I desperately need to keep up with the intellectual pretenses, I started reading "the count of monte christo" last night. The original. The one with the 50000 pages. You can of course always ask what type of intellectual has still not read this book at the age of 33. That's an easy one, I'd say: a fake one.

Anyway, have a good Sunday people. Ah and wake up please, send me a comment.
Am I alone in all this?

The fear

What is it about fear that makes people so human less?
Normal people, your friends, your colleagues, people you've known for a while, when fear strikes them you cannot recognise them anymore.

Fear can do two things to a man: either paralyse or make them entirely vicious amoral and cruel.

These are difficult times, people have no money, there is crisis everywhere, recession makes it all dark, there is no hope, people's lives might change.

Fear has crept in, everyone is feeling it now, and there's classic each man for himself.

How foolish mankind is. Always the same. Man eat man. And then what is left? After the crisis and the recession are over? After we go back to a so called normality? Where do we go back to, when so called friends have turned against each other?

Fuck it all.
We are born alone.

Art saves

In a time when education means nothing - art saves.

In a world where beauty equals fake boobs - art saves.

In a world where dancing is fake - art saves.

In a world where noone reads books anymore - art saves.

In a world where movies are hollywood blockbusters only -art saves.



God save Pina Bausch. Wim Wenders, Pedro Almodovar, Julian Barnes, Euripides and even JK Rowling.

God save the bourgeoisie that still thinks that art matters.

Art matters because Art saves.