Tuesday, May 11, 2010

two lovely ladies

Back when I used to work every Monday night, I used to envy all those cinephiles heading off to the Luna Monday Doubles. Now, in my post-university life, as time magically unfolds before me and commitments become a thing of the past, I have no reason not to indulge with great vigour and frequency, as I indeed have been. And the cinematic surprises have been flowing thick and fast, as proven by last night's duo: "in which two hopeless men fall for two of Magda's favourite silver screen girls."


The first was Crazy Heart: a little romantic drama in which everybody's favourite dude Jeff Bridges plays an embittered, alcoholic, past-his-peak rockstar called Bad. He's just plodding down the well-worn path of the classic washed-out musician, performing in bowling alleys, hooking up with any wrinkled lady who looks at him sideways, and bemoaning the lack of a bar tab, when along comes wannabe journalist and single mum, Jean (hello, Maggie, swoon). Of course, she's his One Last Shot; his chance to get all the shit together, drop the booze and write some more inspiring music. For her, however, Bad represents everything that's best avoided, and it's clear that their relationship will only last as long as her loneliness wins out over common sense.

The story that ensues is, yes, somewhat bland. This is the traditional push-and-pull of a doomed union, intercut with long long long character-driven scenes where not all that much happens. That's OK though, because the strength of the film actually lies with its two beautiful performers. Bridges is a force as this mumbling failure who somehow is never able to do up his belt buckle, and Gyllenhaal just sparkles as a sad woman uplifted by the promise of romance. Sure, it's a coupling that on first glance might make you vomit a little in your mouth, but you'll soon be swallowing that bile back because these two actually build a surprisingly sexy chemistry. All their shared glances and 'secret lover' smiles make you feel like you're witnessing something truly special take place. It was so lovely to watch, it almost recalled another sparkle/mumble couple; Heath Ledger and Maggie's own bro Jake G in Brokeback Mountain.

Boner Rating: pretty hot
Bonus Points for: Colin Farrell with a pony tail, lol.


Next up was 500 Days of Summer. Here we have another relationship that is doomed from the offset (if you miss that, the baritone narrator will remind you). Tom (played by Magda's Yr 7 Crush Joseph Gordon-Levitt) is a slightly uncool, greeting card creator with big romantic ideas, but Summer (swoon), despite her perfect hair and Disney princess eyes, has a more distant, coldly rational outlook when it comes to heart matters, and never really wants anything "too serious." In a most beautifully postmodern fashion we then skip to and fro through the 500 days they spend together (and apart), until these insightful little fragments gradually form a whole picture of their relationship's rise and downfall. So, does this feel like the scriptwriter's attempt to exorcise past heart break? Yes. Is that a problem? Nope - quite the opposite.

OK - yes, at first the film's cuttingly truthful approach to relationships can be a bit daunting, especially if you start with the trailer, aka "a collection of painfully familiar break up moments guaranteed to make you weep." I'll be the first to admit that it was really only the prospect of watching Zooey-in-cute-dresses that inspired me to take the plunge. Rationally, though, it's also true that the film's greatest strength lies in its relatability, which comes from the script, and also the two simple but well-executed performances. So, whether Tom is drawing a skyline on Summer's arm in biro, whether the two of them are playing house in IKEA, or whether they're arguing over their favourite Beatle , we consistently get that deep, stomachy "I've been there" feeling - and this emotional weight is exactly what makes the film so ultimately moving. And, in the end, while it is at times harrowing (and at times, a little exaggerated! don't shoot me for saying it!), it also does a great job of celebrating the way people influence and shape one another, even if they don't stick around forever. Ultimately, it's as uplifting as it is depressing, which is a truly beautiful thing - and really as much as any scriptwriter could hope for.

(Also: Zooey's hair is amazing and now I am considering a fringe.)

Boner Rating: fire hazard hot
Bonus Points for: vintage fabric, the production design in Summer's apartment and the animated blue bird.

Monday, April 19, 2010

the reluctant updater

Hello "PUBLIC EYE"! I've missed you - take me back?

As a token of my longing, please accept this picture of Jimmy McNulty. What a hunk hey.


Right, I hope this means we're back on now.

Much love
xx magda

Saturday, January 2, 2010

RESOLVING

I've decided to make a few resolutions for 2010. Here they are in their all their hurried glory. The format is unashamedly 100% borrowed from caro.

1. eat less sweet treats / drink less alcohol
the story so far: In 2009 I resolved to get fit, and I rose to the challenge with gusto - but while my energy expenditure is completely on track, my energy input is another story. And, especially as I plan to move out, I realise that snacks are not only unhealthy, but also expensive. I need to get over my obsession with them.
the 2010 plan: Plz pass me the celery, thnx. Vegetables and water will be my saviours. I will probably still drink alcohol, but let's try to keep track of my glasses this time around - and also avoid too much beer.
NB: this resolution begins AFTER i get home from Buss.

2. engage in extreme writing
the story so far: I didn't get my dream writing job this year, and instead I will be working in the equally pleasing realm of arts management - but this is not where I want to stay. And if I want to make a career out of this writing bizz, then I need to keep it up, and do it more.
the 2010 plan:
To begin, I have purchased a gorgeous "365" book from Kikki K and intend to write something (ANYTHING) in it every day this year. Can be as short or long as I want - a bit of wanky reflection, an idea for a character, a snippet of dialogue or just even a wacky sentence. The idea is that this will make a craft out of my writing, get me into that writing zone, and serve essentially as a catalogue of inspiration. Also: I want to complete at least one first draft feature. :0

3. career woman!
the story so far: I have a job (two, in fact), but honestly I did not complete this harrowing Masters for it to be deemed 100% irrelevant within a couple of months of graduation.
the 2010 plan: Go nuts with making contacts, sending out showreels and generally remaining alert. Secure at least one opportunity to work as a scriptwriter - paid or unpaid, short or long term, brilliant drama or shitty soap. Maybe also try to work as a journalist at some stage. Maybe also try and get some funding and make another short film.

4. develop my "hobbies"
the story so far: For the last few years, all my interests have been either 'career-based' (writing, reviewing, filmmaking, ETC) or 'party-based' (GTZzz). Now, for the first time ever I will not be studying, and I feel this is the perfect opportunity to really broaden my horizons.
the 2010 plan: Choose a few hobbies and stick to them. Atm, I'm leaning towards: piano playing, photography, and learning some languages (FRENCH again, maybe spanish?), YAY. Any other ideas? Is road-tripping an option? I'd like it to be. (also: READ MORE BOOKS).

5. be brave, little lady
the story so far: enrolling in the screen ac taught me a lot about courage; about how when I take leaps of faith, things can turn out AMAZING or at least freaking OK.
the 2010 plan: As I get ready to pursue a dream job, probably move out of home and perhaps travel on my lonesome over the coming year, I think I'll need to really stop being so scared of change, risk and challenge. It's my token "vague" resolution, but hey we all need at least one of these in our lives.


happy 2010 y'all! good luck with your own resolutions!

xxx magda

Saturday, December 5, 2009

styles 4 u

Recently, I've been loving getting dressed up. And I don't mean in an "I'm going to the opera, please pass the powder" kind of way, but more like just being fun and throwing CAUTION TO THE WIND.

Here are some items that i have recently utilised, for the first time everrrr:
- lipstick (deep red)
- high-waisted skirts (who cares about accentuated stomachs?)
- high heeled shoes (kinda fun being tall)
- glitter nail polish (feat. confetti pieces)
- really big rings (somehow infinitely nicer than small rings?)
- short skirts (introducing: my legs)

To a certain extent, I blame SIA. Not only have I been loving her music like crazy crazy, but I have been loving her "back to childhood"/"i will wear whatever the hell i want to" aesthetic. If this year has taught me anything, it's that I'm a little obsessed with regression, and basically I am probably going to continue dragging out those old, dusty childhood obsessions for as long as society will allow, or maybe even longer.









Not that I've been that crazy really, or that this obsession has really been that much of a jump for me (my sister has been criticising my " disgusting tacky cheap style" for yearrrrs now), but recently I've been appreciating it quite extremely.

I have to start making my showreel, website etc this week, and this is the aesthetic I will be using to market myself. I want to be all about the fun, colour and confetti. If you're interested in making this website for me, plz get in touch

much love, magda

PS also planning to pierce my ears this week, wish me luck!! i will admit that i am kinda scared about the experience. i feel like i'm twelve years old again, like my parents will get angry when they see it, and i'm loving it.

Monday, November 9, 2009

future anxieties

Last night I dreamt about a bureaucratic error. I dreamt that I received a letter and learned the truth in no uncertain terms; my high school certificate had never been "authorised" and it was time for me to go back and repeat yr 12. So I jumped into a bus and moved to Albany (the only place that still offered the 2003 curriculum), ready to sit through another year of nikita krushchev and endoplasmic reticulum and il faut que je, whilst all my peers headed into the future without me.

Yup, so my anxieties are pretty clearly expressed there. In three weeks time this Masters will be all behind me - and so too will 18 years of study and 6 years of university life. I haven't enrolled in anything else for next year. I don't have a job yet. I don't know what lies in wait for me. It's a little terrifying. If I may use a very respectable analogy, I feel just like Rory Gilmore circa season seven! I've never been more clear about what I want to do, and so I have never felt more scared about the alternate (im)possibilities.

So, as I often do in times of stress + anxiety, I have decided to make a list.


THINGS I CAN DO WITH MY TIME TO ENSURE A SUMMER OF LOVE
(AKA "how to avoid a breakdown if my unemployment lasts longer than expected")


- finish my showreel and my website (marketing the self = enjoyable?)
- perfect my collection of film, show, life ideas so i have them all ready to go in the event of a producer magically appearing and asking "WHAT YOU GOT!?"
- make sure my short film is absolutely perfect and amazing (basically still at uni thus far...)
- consume the pile of unread books that has slowly built up in my bedroom
- work my way through my newly acquired 100 Pies and Tarts book, yussss
- visit the beach on a daily basis
- cycle all the way to beach if at all possible
- return to the piano, learn some cracking new tunes
- maybe pick up the guitar too, why the hell not
- get krunk with my original gangstas, aka tbone, clion, jtat, mozi, sash et al
- travel to: busselton
- travel to: norway, france, spain, portugal, poland, brazil, peru, mexico, nyc, & cambodia
- get a full body massage
- attend heaps of boho sleepovers
- host heaps of sleepovers. also: barbeques, picnics, dinner parties and pool parties
- learn to sew
- learn to surf (lancellin surf camp anyone?)
- learn to sleep for more than six hours at a time
- maybe write some more reviews
- maybe try and get some more stuff published
- maybe write some more prose fiction
- cure my recently aquired caffeine addiction through a welcome return to chai lattes
- radically change my hair and perhaps also get my ears pierced?!
- watch: madmen, the wire, united states of tara, the sopranos (WHAT ELSE?)
- try tackling that 1001 movies list
- go on an unplanned 'photo-taking expedition'
- contemplate the varying places where i might want to consider living for a little while
- eat lots of extravagant breakfasts feat. hollandaise sauce and/or fresh strawberries
- get into scrapbooking. i'm not joking.
- try to train and complete a triathlon; even just a small one, even just on my own
- sort out my messy filing system! important!
- basically spend heaps of time with all the people that i am missing right now, as well as all the people who i have already spent excessive time with this year, but would like to spend more time with, outside of a working context.


OK so... pls offer me more suggestions!!1
These glimpses of holiday delight are pretty much saving me from depression right now.

Lotsa love
xxxxx magda

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

ode to laundromat (dot com)



My parents returned from their South American adventure the other week, after eight weeks away. During this time, my sister and I enjoyed beautiful independence and peaceful co-habituation, as well as the unfortunately aligned breakage of several household objects. Namely, we somehow managed to break: the back sliding door, the vacuum cleaner, the egg poacher, and, most significantly, the washing machine. (We maintain that these breakages were the result of standard wear-and-tear and not any irresponsibility on our part).

As a result of these various events, I was lead into the magical world of THE LAUNDROMAT. Initially nervous, I approached Osbourne Park's esteemed establishment, "TheLaundromat.Com.Au," with a fair degree of caution. I was distrustful of the unfamiliar machinery, the dusty floors and the humongous, unfriendly-looking driers. I didn't know what to bring, so I came in with every kind of washing powder, a really large bag of spare coins and about five different novels. I greeted other patrons with the wary, defensive nods of one who is feeling very unsure/insecure.

As is so oft the case though, it took only two visits for me to get "crazy in lurve" with this wacky little world. In ridiculously cliched moments, I made friends with the Italian ironing lady who worked out the back, and with the young couple who came in every Monday afternoon at 4:30. When I eventually figured out how to access the wireless internet, I claimed the little corner bench as my own temporal study, and got used to setting up there with books and laptop. Great levels of productivity were reached here, where the spin of the machines lulled me into a strangely heightened focus.

My highlight was offering "sage" advice to another newcomer. My lowlight was a visit to the much more expensive, slightly stinky and much less innovatively named "Laundromat" of South Perth; an incident which only increased my appreciation of my "local" laundrette (and I guess also of Tom, who stayed by me throughout the horrible ordeal).

Woo so now that we have a new, shiny, clean washing machine with all the mod-cons and great spin power, and yet I kind of miss that world. For a little while, doing the laundry was an exciting, romantic afternoon activity - but now it has gone back to being a mundane chore. Who knew? Not I.

Perhaps when I move out, I just won't buy a washing machine. "A good decision"?

xx magda