January 20, 2007

For the Torches.

You Are Loved
(Don't Give Up)


Don't give up
It's just the weight of the world
When your heart's heavy I
I will lift it for you

Don't give up
Because you want to be heard
If silence keeps you I
I will break it for you

Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you

Everybody wants to be loved
Don't give up

Because you are loved

Don't give up
It's just the hurt that you hide
When you're lost inside I
I'll be there to find you

Don't give up
Because you want to burn bright
If darkness blinds you I
I will shine to guide you

Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you

Everybody needs to be loved
Don't give up

Because... you are loved

Don't give up
It's just the weight of the world

Don't give up
Everybody needs to be loved

You are loved

(Thomas Salter)

January 18, 2007

Why God?????

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I love you both so much. I wish that helped.

January 15, 2007

I saw Mel Gibson's Apocalypto on Saturday.

Or, as I shall now refer to it, Mel Gibson's Jungle Run... with Extra Blood.

I don't know what to say about it other than "Damn, was all that really necessary?" There were some good moments, don't get me wrong. Mel Gibson understands how to stage an epic scene and the Mayan civilization, what little we get shown of it between killings, is staggering in stature. He also understands the pacing of tension to build an action sequence. But there is a serious bloodlust at work beneath that and it undermines everything else. There are things I simply do not need to be shown in graphic cinematic technicolor. One of the reasons Se7en was such a good tense thriller is because all the violence was shown in aftermath. The human mind has a terrible/wonderful capacity to fill visual gaps in with amazingly vivid detail.

So I was ready to dismiss Apocalypto as a gory and ultimately preposterous waste of time (suspension of disbelief only goes so far and some of those scenes, dude, get real) but then I paused. Maybe, just maybe, Mad Mel is onto something. Maybe he's not mad at all. Maybe he's just not in the right genre. Move him into fantasy and I think he'd be transformed from mad to genius.

An Open Letter To Mel Gibson:

Dear Mel Gibson,

Apocalypto was pretty offensive. But it was also sort of beautiful in a bloody and totally unbelievable way. You definitely understand scope and majesty and slaughter. I think history is a bad place for your particular talents. History is messy enough without you bringing it all to our local movie houses in crimson-streaked cinescope. So I suggest a change of locale for your next film. Have you read The Silmarillion by JRR Tolkien? Pick it up if you haven't. And definitely read it all but focus on the chapters Of the Darkening of Valinor and Of the Flight of the Noldor. Elves. They're so much more than pretty soothsayers or, you know, Orlando Bloom. They had a right bloody civil war wherein a great number of the Teleri were slain by the Noldor, after which all participants were banished from Valinor and the Noldor then split in two when Feanor abandoned Fingolfin and his followers, forcing them to cross the bitter ice hills of the Helcaraxe where many perished. And even better, they all spoke Quenya. Which isn't even a lost language, it's a fictional one! Gloriously epic settings? Check. Ancient people gripped by darkness? Check. Obscure tongue? Check. Bloody battles and bitter tragedy? Double check. Glimmer of hope despite all odds? Check. Mel. Dude. All I'm saying is think about it. PJ, sadly, won't be allowed to breathe near The Hobbit which means it'll probably suck. But you could sweep in and revitalize things by opening up a dark and mysterious chapter in the history of one of the most ancient races in Arda. And better yet, no descendants of those Elves will ever come forward and decry your efforts as fictionalized or too violent because hey - are Elves real? Was anybody really there? Face it, Mel, Apocalypto was sort of a mis-step. But third time's the charm.

Sincerely,
Gabrielle