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In Bruges (It’s in Belgium).

In Bruges

In Bruges je prvi dugometražni film Martina McDonagh-a, poznatog engleskog dramskog pisca koji je za svoj prvi kratkometražni film Six Shooter 2006. dobio Oskara. Pa tako i ovaj film više ima karakteristika predstave nego filma, samim ritmom, stavljanjem akcenta na tekst i likove a ne na radnju i malim pomeranjem mesta događanja koje je sve vreme u malom srednjovekovnom gradu Bruž u Belgiji.

Premijeru je imao na Sundance filmskom festivalu ove godine, na rottentomatoes.com ima 83% ali nije došao do ‘širih narodnih masa’, iako po trejleru izgleda kao neki lock-stock triler, jer i nije rađen da bude popularan, više bih rekla da je engleska macabre komedija-drama sa odličnim scenariom.

U glavnim ulogama su Colin Farrel (iako inače ne mogu očima da ga vidim, ovde je jako dobar, možda zbog irskog akcenta :)), Brendan Gleeson (Mad Eye Moody u Hari Poter filmovima) i Ralph Fiennes (odličan ali na potpuno neočekivan način).

Ne gledati ako niste raspoloženi za ovakvu vrstu filma.


The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill

“An oral history of the hip-hop classic on its tenth anniversary.”

Lauryn Hill

Pre 10 godina izašao je prvi solo album Lauryn Hill ‘The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill’

Ovaj članak na 11 strana, preko intervjua sa ljudima koji su učestvovali na stvaranju albuma, prati priču od začetka, preko produkcije i kasnijih konflikta oko autorskih prava.

Svakako vredi pročitati svaku stranu.


Audio: The Streets – I Love You More (Than You Like Me)

Jedna od pesama as novog Stricovog albuma… Elemental-ish… Preporučio Tajfun…:P

Malo sam batalio sajt, jer nisam stizao da blejim na netu – ucio… Sad je to gotovo, odo na road trip malo da se iskuliram, novi postovi stizu za par dana! Stay tuned and shit… 😉


You can find me in da club and on youtube.

Opet malo starih vesti (a novih razmišljanja).

Palo mi je na pamet skoro koliko je 50-ev ‘In Da Club’ bio popularan 2003., i pronašla sam da je npr. bio 9 nedelja na vrhu billboard liste, a na listi se nalazio ukupno 23 nedelje, što je skoro šest meseci.
Ne znam da li grešim ali mi se čini da, sada u 2008., obzirom na količinu albuma koji izlaze, koje skidamo (Get rich or die tryin sam kupila bootleg ispred skc-a :)), na masu malih grupa sa pesmama na myspace-u, i činjenici da spotove možeš da gledaš na youtube-u, i da ih sam biraš, kao da ni nema više ovakvih ‘hitova’ koji mogu toliko da nas drže. Eventualno neki viral video, ali uz to ne možeš da đuskaš ‘u kluubu’ :).

Situacija je takva kakva je, nije uopšte loša i nije mi namera da kritikujem modernizaciju, globalizaciju, niti mi je ovo neka originalna opservacija, eto samo da se podsetimo i Fiftija i ‘go shawty is yo birthday’, jer kako on sam kaže ‘Every day it’s relevant all over cause every day is someone’s birthday’. Aawwwwww :).


Black Star – Thieves in the Night

Jedna od omiljenih pesama. Text je neverovatan i na žalost vrlo tačan:

“Give me the fortune, keep the fame,” said my man Louis
I agreed, know what he mean because we live the truest lie
I asked him “why we follow the law of the bluest eye?“
He looked at me, he thought about it
Was like, “I’m clueless, why?”
The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible
Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow
And so tomorrow comin later than usual
Waitin’ on someone to pity us
While we findin beauty in the hideous
They say money’s the root of all evil but I can’t tell
YouknowhatImean, pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills
Or is it the mindstate that’s ill?
Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build
Over money and religion there’s more blood to spill
The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal
What’s the deal?
A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke
But my language universal they be recitin my quotes
While R&B singers hit bad notes, we rock the boat
of thought, that my man Louis’ statements just provoked
Caught up, in conversations of our personal worth
Brought up, through endangered species status on the planet Earth
Survival tactics means, bustin gats to prove you hard
Your firearms are too short to box with God
Without faith, all of that is illusionary
Raise my son, no vindication of manhood necessary

Not strong
Only aggressive
Not free
We only licensed
Not compassioniate, only polite
Now who the nicest?
Not good but well behaved
Chasin after death so we can call ourselves brave?
Still livin like mental slaves
Hidin like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin you look twice
Hidin like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin you look twice

Yo, I’m sure that everbody out listenin agree
That everything you see ain’t really how it be
A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style
Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile
Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the interior
America, land of opportunity, mirages and camoflauges
More than usually — speakin loudly, sayin nothin
You confusin me, you losin me
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted — in your usary
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass
Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past
Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light — rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won’t call it a slaveship
Strangeness, you don’t control this, you barely hold this
Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it’s, just another clever Jedi mind trick
That they been runnin across stars through all the time with
I find it’s distressin, there’s never no in-between
We either niggaz or Kings
We either bitches or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with short worth
Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary
That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you
Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain’t directed
That’s why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not live, we just excitin
Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin
Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity’s rehearsed in stage, it’s just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey
most of the things that we think, do, or say
We chasin after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the grave
I give a damn if any fam’ recall my legacy
I’m tryin to live life in the sight of God’s memory
Like that y’all

A lot of people don’t understand the true criteria of things
Can’t just accept the appearance
Have to get the true essence
They ain’t lookin around

Stop hidin, stop hidin, stop hidin your face
Stop hidin, stop hidin, cause ain’t no hiding place

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I am free

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