all these sounds...

...an intrusion of a cacophony of sounds,
evoking a string of emotions,
undefined and uninterrupted,
until I hear the chime of your voice,
distinct and full up with dancing melodies,
finding their way to rest upon my ears.

...a resistance to physical advance,
ruminating in the privacy of this homedwell,
until I rest my head upon your shoulder,
or curl into your arms, like my hand to the
brush.
...a unique and spectacular work,
of art.

...a reasoning to trust, to believe,
in something outside of me,
for, surely I have relied on my own
reasons and abilities for far too long.

...a hum into some faint and breezeful wind,
glimpses now away from the then,
an obtuse and new way to turn and breathe,
and feel and just be.

...a wide set smile,
that never seems to fade.
no recognition of passers by,
no holding onto the days.

...a hopeful place, tried,
true.
vivid and bright,
new.

...a closeness I could reach out and feel,
...a distance all to real.

...a dream of what may one day be,
this thing for you,
this hope of newness for me.
like some earth-spun jewel,
hard and porous
and faceted,
not new.

...a cacophony of sounds,
evoking a string of emotions,
undefined and uninterrupted,
until we walk,
full and free,
the tune will be...

The Young Victoria: A movie review

The second film that Jordan & I decided to take in while we were in Atlanta was "The Young Victoria" starring Emily Blunt as the young Queen Victoria.

Hmmmmmmm... a period piece. A period piece, of slightly independent roots, wholly filmed and released initially in England? Not wonderful yet... One would think, right?! One would be incorrect.

I cannot even begin to discuss this film without speaking to the tour de force performance given by Emily Blunt. She was this films one and only star. And, not speaking in terms of notoriety, but she was the film. All the other actors simply paled in comparison to her performance.

The direction and cinematography of this film did leave a lot to be desired. I kept hoping for more grandeur when viewing the palacial scenes or views of the royal court. While I do believe they were probably more accurate in those depictions, I wanted to see royal pageantry. Whatever happened to artistic license? At times, one might have mistaken it for a PBS teleplay or documentary.

Lest, we forget Ms. Blunt and the supporting cast who wholly made up for any lacking in the arenas of direction and cinematography.

The writers and director (Jean Marc Vallee) did a very good job with accuracy of information and really did lean to written history. This only enhanced the film as well as the individual performance played out on the screen.

The film did an amazing job of depicting the Queen's early life and did it without the tawdry, fantastical boredom of so many other period films. There are some amazingly powerful scenes in it.

For example, there is a scene where the young Queen berates her mother, the Duchess, for her insolence and willingness to allow her to be abused by Sir Jon Conroy. Another powerful scene is one where the young Queen addresses what she believes is an egregious slight by her husband, Prince Albert.

Overall, the direction was good. The acting was quite superb and the accuracy of the film was astonishing. It's definitely a thumbs up in my book and I would quite quickly sit down to watch it again.

A Single Man: A movie review

So, Jordan and I took advantage of being in Atlanta this week by seeing films that were not released in Birmingham. The first of these was "A Single Man". This is Tom Ford's directorial debut and starring in the lead role of George Falconer is Colin Firth and in a majorly done supporting role, Julianne Moore - as Charly.

A very brief synopsis of the film is that George's partner, the love of his life for 16 years is killed in a car accident while visiting family in Colorado. George finds out the news from a hushed phone call from a family member. George isn't allowed to attend the service or internment.

George internalizes the situation, only really speaking to Charly about it. One gets the idea that George becomes more mechanical, predictable than is his taut nature, and we witness his tolerances for everything dwindling. He even challenges himself to just make it through the fucking day!

I cannot, in words, describe the emotion that is drawn from the audiences of the movie. At least from Jordan and myself. The combination of the music, the sometimes gritty and sepia like camera shots, the intensity of the acting all swells to a distinct fever pitch and it is as if you are living the scenes portrayed before you.

The havoc of all that emotion will surely rest demurely and sublimely on your countenance.
What I mean, is that if you are human; you will definitely cry. You'll also laugh and get angry as well!

George believes the only way to heal himself is to take his own life. His pain is so immense and consuming. How could it not be?

George carries out his day as planned and we get the ideea that he is looking forward to ending his life.... But, that same life gives him some twists and turns in that very day that maKe for reconsideration.

While Colin Firth does an outstanding job portraying George's tortured and lonely spirit, Julianne Moore performs Charly with such grandeur and ease that it's like the role was created for her. She inhabits the character in a way not often seen by her contemporaries. The accent, the laugh, the wispy mane of hair she has, even the glint in her eyes, is this character.

Bravo, Tom Ford on a beautiful & outstanding delivery of such a touching and amazing story!