OLDBOY
Initially you may believe there's little to distinguish "OldBoy" from other revenge movies such as Lady Snowblood, Tarantino's Kill Bill or even Cape Fear. What this picture creates is a dialogue on the nature of something as basic as right and wrong, blurring the lines between what is normally perceived as being legitimate and one person's interpretation of it.It must be said Choi Min-sik's performance of Oh Dae-su is exemplary and disturbingly believable as the borderline insane lead, torn between his need for vengeance for his family, lost life, less than fully fleshed-out love for Mi-do (never truly convincing in taking this wretched man into her life, also torn, but between what she senses is strong and good from what was once weak and despicable) and his bewilderment at the Kafka-esque situation which lies at the forefront of this misfortune. From his point of view, love is joined with salvation, acceptance, forgiveness and the possibility of redemption. This is a man consumed by the need for revenge, who eventually discovers he was imprisoned by another man whose need was no less consuming, and infinitely more diabolical. These aspects (strangely enough) tie well into
the stunning first twenty minutes, which are some of the most deliberately disorientating cinema you'll ever experience. The beginning of the film is the point at which it stops being a mystery and becomes a tragedy in the classical sense. I will not reveal the several secrets that lie ahead, except to say that they come, not as shabby plot devices, but as one turn after another of the screws of mental and physical anguish and poetic justice.All of this is in place during the several scenes of revelation which follow, providing a context and giving them a deeper meaning. Yes, the ending is improbable in its complexity, but it is not impossible, and it is not unmotivated. "Oldboy" ventures to emotional extremes, but not without reason. We are so accustomed to "thrillers" that exist only as machines for creating diversion that it's a shock to find a movie in which the action, however violent, makes a statement and has a purpose.In its sexuality and violence, this is the kind of movie that can no longer easily be made in the United States; the standards of a puritanical minority, imposed on broadcasting and threatened even for cable, make studios unwilling to produce films that might face uncertain distribution. But content does not make a movie good or bad -- it is merely what it is about. "Oldboy" is a powerful film not because of what it depicts, but because of the depths of the human heart which it strips bare.
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Have you ever had a recurring dream? If so what was it? In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o..'clock in the morning, day after day.-F.Scott Fitzgerald
Whats your most memorable dream? Include terror (both psychological and physical), mystery, the supernatural, ghosts, haunted houses and Gothic architecture, castles, darkness, death, decay, doubles, madness, secrets and hereditary curses. The stock characters would include tyrants, villains, bandits, maniacs, Byronic heroes, persecuted maidens, femmes fatales, madwomen, magicians, vampires, werewolves, monsters, demons, revenants, ghosts, perambulating skeletons, the Wandering Jew and the Devil himself.
How many hours sleep do you get each night? Average 3.5-4hrs
What time do you get up on a school day? 4-5am
How many times have you stayed up all night? Countless
Have you ever got so drunk that you dont remember going to bed? No.
What do you normally do last thing before going to bed? Read. Gothic fiction (sometimes referred to as Gothic horror) is a genre of literature that combines elements of both horror and romance. As a genre, it is generally believed to have been invented by the English author Horace Walpole, with his 1764 novel The Castle of Otranto. The effect of Gothic fiction depends on a pleasing sort of terror, an extension of essentially Romantic literary pleasures that were relatively new at the time of Walpole..'s novel.
Does coffee wake you up? No.
Does vodka put you to sleep? No.
Do you wriggle in bed so much that you wake up facing a different way to how you started? Never.
What was the last time you shared a bed? Never.
Do you tend to dream about real life things more, or complete fantasies? A nightmare is a dream which causes a strong unpleasant emotional response from the sleeper.
How long do you remember your dreams for when you wake up? Occasional nightmares are commonplace, but recurrent nightmares can interfere with sleep and may cause others to seek medical help. A recently proposed treatment consists of imagery rehearsal.[2] This approach appears to reduce the effects of nightmares and other symptoms in acute stress disorder and post-traumatic stress disorder.
Which is worse - being too hot in bed, or too cold? Heat.
How many pillows do you sleep with? None.
What was your biggest night time fear as a child? Charles Lee Ray (Child..'s Play)
What's under your bed? Nothing.
What do you wear in bed? Black tee/Black beater/Black socks. and *insert name of University here* sweats.
Do you read in the evening, the morning, or not at all? All the time. Anything I can get my hands on.
Do you eat in bed? Candy Occasionally.(Original Starburst/Skittles)
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..I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep -Pablo Neruda (Sonnet 17)What more is there to argue? Or are you just writing for the sake of writing? -INANYSTATEOFMINDI despised her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love. -J. August StrindbergChristina Aguilera.
A soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone. -Johann von Goeth
.Alptraum (m).When your spirit is strained and your limited to change, the lyrics. in your limericks will change a different hook. the way the sentence is arranged. more demented in your deliverance, more sinister in your slang, sounds. more belligerent when its sang, the truth. is limitless in its range it you drop a "t" and look at it in reverse, it could hurt. look at the grimiest of the pain, and its worst when it works. and your membership is gained but your forgetting the proof diminishes into flames like poof. the media pours images in your brain of the scores of a war where militants are slain, the faces. of the guilty where innocence is proclaimed and there filthy. the def ears out of winners, the listeners out of lames of the ballad. of the man that the son of a minister has became.But you have to understand our differences are the same, what starts in clouded minds finishes in the rain, of the fools that i use. that’s instruments in a game, where impression is the queen and ignorance is the king where revolution is dead. no candles in its memory no remembrance of its fame just a mystery no mention in the history of the chain of the enemy. no hennessey sentiments in its name, just an unmarked grave that menaces have defamed. with the propaganda and images of the gangs, a lost art. no apprentices in the train and there brainwashed no interest to sustain and there minds weary. all the adrenaline in a dream, while the wrecking balls are disassembling things. her heinous is to cause, his eminence is to blame, the pride is still here. the privileges still remain.And you have to respect the position in which your brain never lets your heart reflect the conditions in which its stained, even if its dark. and the temperature is the same as winters in the ukraine your appendages are in chains. have forgiveness from the start, keep mulishness restrained be smart, never. indiscriminate in your aim because its innocent witness is oblivious to things, that comes to ones that hypnotist keep entertained. and you cant arch. have some resilience in your frame stay resistant and committed to what you sing, because they can flip it. the minute that you reframe read the book and the lines and literature in between, you have to be educated. when going against the grain pay attention. they're illegitimate in there claims they assisted. in the killing and pillaging in addition to the addiction. shit is much bigger then a complaint.What is got over the devil's back is spent under his belly.-J.Heywood (..inspired by a limitless imagination..)In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.--F.Scott Fitzgerald--"Therefore, just as through one person sin entered the world, and through sin, death, and thus death came to all.." [Romans 5:12]
"You were in Eden, the garden of God;
Every precious stone was your adornment:
Carnelian, chrysolite, and amethyst;
Beryl, lapis lazuli, and jasper;
Sapphire, turquoise, and emerald;
And gold beautifully wrought for you,
Mined for you, prepared the day you were created.
I created you as a cherub
With outstretched shielding wings;
And you resided on God's holy mountain;
You walked among stones of fire.
You were blameless in your ways,
From the day you were created
Until wrongdoing was found in you
By your far-flung commerce
You were filled with lawlessness
And you sinned.
So I have struck you down
From the mountain of God,
And I have destroyed you, O shielding cherub,
From among the stones of fire."
[Ezekial 28:13-15]"Then Hell, receiving Satan the prince, with sore reproach said unto him: O prince of perdition and chief of destruction, Beelzebub [the prince of demons], the scorn of the angels and spitting of the righteous why wouldest thou do this? Thou wouldest crucify the King of glory and at his decease didst promise us great spoils of his death: like a fool thou knewest not what thou didst. For behold now, this Jesus putteth to flight by the brightness of his majesty all the darkness of death, and hath broken the strong depths of the prisons, and let out the prisoners and loosed them that were bound. And all that were sighing in our torments do rejoice against us, and at their prayers our dominions are vanquished and our realms conquered, and now no nation of men feareth us any more. And beside this, the dead which were never wont to be proud triumph over us, and the captives which never could be joyful do threaten us. O prince Satan, father of all the wicked and ungodly and renegades wherefore wouldest thou do this? They that from the beginning until now have despaired of life and salvation - now is none of their wonted roarings heard, neither doth any groan from them sound in our ears, nor is there any sign of tears upon the face of any of them. O prince Satan, holder of the keys of hell, those thy riches which thou hadst gained by the tree of transgression and the losing of paradise, thou hast lost by the tree of the cross, and all thy gladness hath perished. When thou didst hang up Christ Jesus the King of glory thou wroughtest against thyself and against
me. Henceforth thou shalt know what eternal torments and infinite pains thou art to suffer in my keeping for ever. O prince Satan, author of death and head of all pride,
thou oughtest first to have sought out matter of evil in this Jesus: Wherefore didst thou adventure without cause to crucify him unjustly against whom thou foundest no blame, and to bring into our realm the innocent and righteous one, and to lose the guilty and the ungodly and unrighteous of the whole world? And when Hell had spoken thus unto Satan the prince, then said the King of glory unto Hell: Satan the prince shall be in thy power unto all ages in the stead of Adam and his children, even those that are my righteous ones" - Gospel of Nicodemus VII (XXIII)
"Human subtlety . . . will never devise
an invention more beautiful, more
simple or more direct than does nature
because in her inventions nothing is lacking,
and nothing is superfluous."-Leonardo Davinci
I was greeted well enough at the door,
Giving my ticket to the clown.
I saw attractions by the score,
Still, none seemed to slow me down.I heard laughter all around me,
Yet, I felt a silent jeer.
No, it didn't take me long to see-
I was not welcome here.Heads were turning, eyes were burning,
Suddenly, all laughs were gone.
Only silent glares and my stomach, churning
In repulsed fear, pushed me on.I walked faster, yet so did they,
What this horde wanted, I did not know.
Running to the nearest door on my way,
I found myself at "The Freak Show".Sneaking backstage, in hopes to hide,
I saw a two- headed man in a fight-
Against himself, each head taking a side,
And neither side was right.Both looked at me, without words being said,
Each pointing their given hand to a door.
Smiling, as if somehow my thoughts they read,
They knew what I was here for.Walking inside, with what I saw-
Thought, defunct, my human eyes.
Though inside I was struck with awe,
I tried not to show surprise.A four legged woman walking-
With a man who had no legs at all,
Living, loving, laughing and talking-
As if he stood ten feet tall.A bearded lady singing, soft in tone-
To a man with two noses.
A man so skinny he looked to lack bone-
In the mirror, practicing poses.I stood, amazed, at the shapes he took,
As my misdirected thoughts ran.
It seemed he could make himself to look-
Like anything but a "normal" man.As if sensing my questioning mind,
A boy approached, beginning to speak.
Saying, "Stay, safely, here awhile, you will find-
The answers that you seek."I looked down, seeing each arm without hand,
But pinchers like a lobster, instead.
He said, "There's things the world won't understand-
That can be grasped, here, full- fled. "He gestured to a snake-skinned man-
And said, "Beauty, truly is in the eye.
Viewed by the world, a charlatan,
Won't you give the magic mirror a try. "So I stepped over and took my view,
Beheld a man without a face.
It was suddenly so clear, I knew-
I had finally found my place.And every night people stop just to stare,
And maybe we raise their self-esteem.
Some pity us, thinking it's not fair-
Some think we're just here to scheme.But I recall the other side, I know-
What leads you to jeer and jilt.
And what you see as "The Freak Show"-
Is just your carnival of guilt..
What benefit did you reap at that time from the things you are now ashamed of? Those things result in death..[Romans 6:21 (NIV)]
"And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon [Lucifer]; and the dragon fought and his angels, and prevailed not; neither was their place found any more in heaven. And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceived the whole world; he was cast out into the earth, and his angels [fallen] were cast out with him ... Therefore rejoice, ye heavens, and ye that dwell in them. Woe to the inhabitors of the earth and of the seal for the devil is come down unto you, having great wrath ..." [Revelation 12:7-9,12]
"Therefore hell hath enlarged herself and opened her mouth without measure." [Isaiah 5:14]
[Luke 22:48] " but Jesus said to him, 'Judas, would you betray the Son of man with a kiss?' "
"Man's destructive hand spares nothing that lives; he kills to feed himself, he kills to clothe himself, he kills to adorn himself, he kills to attack, he kills to defend himself, he kills to instruct himself, he kills to amuse himself, he kills for the sake of killing. Proud and terrible king, he wants everything and nothing resists him... from the lamb he tears its guts and makes his harp resound... from the wolf his most deadly tooth to polish his pretty works of art; from the elephant his tusks to make a toy for his child - his table is covered with corpses... And who [in this general carnage] will exterminate him who exterminates all others? Himself. It is man who is charged with the slaughter of man... So it is accomplished... the great law of the violent destruction of living creatures. The whole earth, perpetually steeped in blood, is nothing but a vast altar upon which all that is living must be sacrificed without end, without measure, without pause, until the consummation of things, until evil is extinct, until the death of death."
Josef de Maistre
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