movie of the year
Posted: December 1, 2007 Filed under: Uncategorized Leave a commentwithout any competiition, its obviously Anton Corbijn’s
“Control”, I saw it last night and it totally blew my scalp off,
for you infidels its the movie about the late and great
Ian Curtis life and suicide, brilliant lyricist, singer and
musical pathfinder of the best band ever ie Joy Division,
the film is based, a lot, on his wives Deborah Curtis’ book
“Touching from a distance”, Anton amazingly managed to incorporate
virtually every detail of that book into his masterpiece of a movie,
ranging from a poem Ian wrote to Deborah before their marriage
to the jacket he had for a short while with the words
“Hate” on the back, everything i know about Joy Division
and Ian is in this film, shot in black and white (as Anton says
“just how many pics have one ever seen of Joy Division thats in
colour?”) and Sam Riley, portraiting Ian Curtis is uncanningly alike
Ian, they are very similar and watching him is close to watching
Ian, what i can gather from rumours ive heard about
Deborah almost had a nervous breakdown seeing Sams
portrayal of her late husband on the silverscreen while in postproduction,
especially during the live sets in the film i could totally see
Ian and his “dying fly dance” and his manic performances thats
still unmatched even to this date.
Wasnt it Kurt Cobain who said something like
“this is the best fucking song ever recorded in history
of music!” about the uberclassic “Love will tear us apart”?
To say that I concurr 110 percent would be an understatement
almost of biblical proportions
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well, i think im getting slowly better from my burst appendix,
a “normal” appendectomi isnt as tough nor complicated
as it is when its busted or burst, apparently its a lot more dangerous
than “just” an inflammed, infectious appendix, not that im an expert on the
matter but i do know it can hurt like the dogs own bollocks,
and the meds they sent me home with is making me high and sorta mellow,
not to mention tired as hell, i keep noddin off like hourly,
on monday im removing those metal pins they put on my scar,
and then the next phase starts, i have insuline defiency
so ill have to administer myself with those shots in the tummy,
from one disease to another huh hmm, i guess its my own fault for not
having the common decency to die before 30