Showing posts with label Films. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Films. Show all posts

Sunday, March 03, 2024

Saturday, February 06, 2021

Saturday Night Music – Human Music

 

Human (The film)

Yann Arthus Bertrand * 13 March 1946

Armand Amar * 1953


0:22 – Faces (Caravan – Pakistan) 4:38 – Flamingos (Magadi lake - Kenya) 6:15 – Tenues (Portraits - Human) 7:55 – Dam in China (Dam Xiaolangdi - China) 10:41 – Forgivness (Portraits - Human) 12:48 – Castelles (human tower - Spain) 15:08 – Nepal (Mustang, Nepal) 17:40 – paddy fields (floating gardens - Burma, Lahore market – Pakistan, Attabad lake – Pakistan) 21:30 – Mongolia (Steppes, Mongolia) 25:06 – Storm from human (lençios maranhenses – Brazil, Saint-Guénolé – France) 28:54 – Shakuhachi (Mustang – Nepal, Well – Ethiopia, Fields – Madagascar, Paddy Fields – China) 32:59 – Ploughing – (Fields – Madagascar, Ethiopia, Mexico) 36:00 – Toil (Mines – Madagascar, Uyini Salar Flats – Bolivia, Fabric – Pakistan) 39:32 – Immigration (panorama – Kenya, Ethiopia) 43:45 - Human I (Portraits – Human, Kids – Haiti) 45:28 - Haiti (Market – Haiti) 48:08 - Pepe Mujica (Manhattan, New York) 51:35 – The Hidden Church (Cliff – Ethiopia, Temples – Burma) 53:15 – Castelles (Portraits - Human) 55:12 – Childhood (Kids – Pakistan, Daadab School – Kenya, Clothes – Dominican Republic) 59:47 – Swimming in China (Wave pool – China, Weddings – south Korea) 1:02:27 – Crowds (Stadium – Germany, Military Parade – India) 1:04:49 - Human I (Portraits – Human) 1:11:54 – Jerusalem (Tree of Life – Bolivia) 1:14:41 - Human II (Portraits – Human) 1:20:13 – Ghada’s Dream (End credits, Human)


Monday, February 01, 2021

Snail's Dream

Had I followed my intention you would now read a short story, afterwards watch a short film and then ...
Anticipating the then, I decided to not manipulate your thoughts and feelings with my writing, but leave you alone with the film. Voilà.

 



Thursday, November 05, 2020

Sunday, November 01, 2020

Magic of Fandango



Carmen Amaya ( 1 November 1913 – 19 November 1963)

Sabicas (16 March 1912 – 14 April 1990)

Fandango

Friday, December 02, 2016

Wednesday, November 06, 2013

Sunday, January 01, 2012

Happy New Year

Let's try again :)

May 2012 bring you and those around you:
Health
love
peace
inspiration
success
leisure
contentment

and
- in case something does not immediately work -
lots of serene calmness and calm serenety. 

And having got everything, or not,
let us never forget:
We need a little madness.

Let's dance!

Saturday, October 01, 2011

Friday, June 25, 2010

Just too hot

This morning: bright sunshine, blue sky, no wind, at 9 o'clock already 26°C; watering the flowers on the graveyard.
A voice behind me:
- Good morning, Mr. J.
- Ah, good morning, Mrs. D.  The dear dead are thirsty these days, aren't they?
- Indeed, it's awful hot.
- Well, up here it's certainly a bit warmer than down there. Want to move six feet under? I did not ask.
- A bit warmer? Hot it is! Awful hot. I am sweltering. [laughing]
- Oh well. Take it easy. It's summer. In six months you'll complain about how cold it is, and the oil-price, I did not say. 
- I have nothing against summer. But that's just too much.
- 26°C? Too much? 
- The heat came too fast. And the day has just begun. Don't you feel it?
 ...
 I felt ... indeed ... reminded of different kinds of heat:



In case you wish to dive a bit deeper into Harun Farocki's work, here's for a beginning.


Oh, and to the lady's question I (smilingly) replied: Yes, I do. What about just enjoying life?
And her answer: Soon I will. We'll spend our holiday in Tunesia.  

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Hypatia and Medine

So-called International or World Days of whatsoever leave me cold.
Day of the book for me is on 365 days, and on 366 days in leap-years. Same goes for water, bread, animals, human rights etc. etc..

Thus it will not come as a surprise that the International Women's Day for me neither is anything special.

Do I hear anyone hissing "Damn macho!"?

Sshhh sshhhh ... :)

Anyway, Welshcakes over at Sicily Scene last Monday posted such a wonderful homage to a remarkable Italian woman (oh, just don't be too lazy to drop over; I am quite sure you will not regret) that I started to think about what woman in history I'd like to praise with an homage. Well, actually I did not have to think twice.

Thus, I checked the internet, ... and got delighted: Not only that I found a nicely done video about my heroine, but there got some other admirable women mentioned.





Just to make sure: To be admired (by me), a woman does not need to be scientist or famous for this and that. I have met and do meet many women who will never be mentioned in a history book, and still are lovely, remarkable, do admirable things. And some I know who are able to put better within one or two sentences what I would perhaps not be able to explain in 50.

And what is about the second name mentioned in your title? you might ask.

Well, yes, Medine.
Medine is not famous. And the sad realist in myself is sure she will not be mentioned in history books.
You see, Medine's no scientist, no artist, no philosopher. I don't know if she was a passionate reader; if she wrote poems. I don't even know if she was able to read, properly, ... if she was given the chance, if she got encouraged to discover the realm of the letters, numbers and symbols, supported to develop her talents.

And still I do wish that once she will be mentioned in history books!

Men who from generation to generation had been taught to believe (sic!), that - (perhaps) except of one's mother - girls and women are less worth, and that "a man who does not beat his wife is no man", suddenly perceived that it is of great advantage to have an excellently learned and educated daughter, to marry an excellently learned and educated wife, to get an excellently learned and educated daughter-in-law, as she will be able to excellently - with love and knowledge - support ... their son, their grandson to become an excellently learned and educated human being.

Medine will not have a son.
I'd like so much to know more about Medine.
Unfortunately, I do not know much more about her than that she's 16 and, that it's said she sometimes talked to boys, that complaining violence against her mother and herself she asked policemen for help and shortly afterwards disappeared - buried alive by her father and grandfather.

The peace of the night.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Metropolis

Those who might rather have expected the opus 'Megashovelling' will have to wait until tomorrow, as - after all the snow shovelling - I watched the restored version of Fritz Lang's silent classic that tonight had its premiere at the 60th "Berlinale".

Stunning!

And now, for those who can't wait until the film will be released in their country: Voilà.

The peace of the night.