I’ve got a deadline the day after tomorrow but I haven’t done any writing since the last time I’ve mentioned I’ve written anything – it was probably three days ago but I can’t remember. Today just doesn’t feel like a writing day, I’m completely fatigued from waking up unreasonably early today (period cramps) and the unbearable heat doesn’t help either.
Spent most of the afternoon napping due to the aforementioned fatigue, and also because it’s the only way my abdomen would stop hurting, but I only woke up several hours feeling even sleepier than before. In a puddle of sweat – I know, I disgust myself. With a painfully parched throat. Remind me never to take naps again. Besides, it’s only going to screw up my sleeping schedule even more.
Woke up to find out that my watercolor painting of a Moonrise Kingdom screencap finally got noticed on Tumblr and people are reblogging it, so that’s good. I don’t really like to admit that getting notes on my artworks gives me a sort of satisfaction but it does – I’d like to think that I’ve put a lot of thought into every artwork I’ve successfully made and put up, so knowing that people like what I’ve worked so hard on makes me happy. I hope that doesn’t make me a narcissist.
Continued with my personal mission of watching every single film Scarlett Johansson’s been in this evening. Finally watched Sofia Coppola’s Lost In Translation. The film’s always been on my to-watch list since I’m a massive fan of Sofia Coppola’s, but I’ve always put this one off because I felt that I’d be rather uncomfortable with Charlotte and Bob’s relationship. Strangely enough, I ended up finding their relationship pretty cute.
This was one of the most beautifully crafted scenes in the film. So much unspoken intimacy between the pair – the sharing of the cigarette, the karaoke songs themselves, the way both characters communicate with only their eyes, rather than spoken words in the scene.
This was possibly one of the most memorable scenes in the film for me, for something I really appreciated in the film was how Bob and Charlotte’s relationship remains unconsummated throughout the film despite the obvious attractions between both characters – this scene was absolutely crucial to juxtapose that sense of affection they have for each other to the realistic boundaries that laid between them. On a side note, can I just point out how marvellously expressive a simple gesture like the gentle foot rub Bob gave Charlotte is?
Given the odd sort of tension and repression between Charlotte and Bob that underlies the entire film, I loved how Coppola’s resolution to that wasn’t a conventional, fairytale-like ending, but a mature, mutual understanding between the both of them – that they have lives to return to, spouses and families they’re responsible for, and that their obvious age gap (rather subtly pointed out in the film) would render a sexual relationship between them rather inappropriate. It’s so poignant, and so painfully realistic but so gratifying as well. It stops short in becoming the cliched, melodramatic romantic comedy ending, but it gives viewers just enough to let us know that the pair is, ultimately, satisfied with the few days they’ve spent together.
The film was not only brilliantly written, it also looks and sounds completely stunning – it’s a Coppola piece after all. Her works are the sort that fill you with such irreconcilable wanderlust that leaves you in a state of trance for a while…it sort of makes me want to head back to Paris, my favourite city in the world.
I can’t believe it’s been two years since my trip to Paris, I really miss that place. I miss being there with my best friend, waking up right next to the Sunday market, getting hot chocolate from the cafe right opposite our shabby little hotel, strolling to the Eiffel Tower with the rest of our friends in the middle of the night…I even miss going to classes at Sciences Po, I miss the route we used to take, walking past the brasseires and the fancy boutiques and vintage stores along Boulevard Saint-Germain, staring at the clothes we can never afford. I really want to live there someday, within the Latin Quarter, in convenient proximity to my favourite bookstore. I don’t know what I’ll do there; I don’t even know how to properly speak French so I’m going to have to learn that first. I suppose I simply like the idea of being there.
I think I’m going to attempt to finish a paragraph or two of my writing in the next two hours, before I head to bed, since I won’t have much time to write tomorrow. Tomorrow’s an unusually packed day. I’ve got to babysit my brother while my parents are out, and then I’m heading out with my best friend. I’m not even sure where we’re going as yet. Another friend wanted to grab lunch. We were supposed to watch the St. Petersburg Ballet’s production of Swan Lake tomorrow but some stupid klutz (me) forgot to book tickets. Ugh. Will someone – anyone – please help me get my life together?