看milk回来。非常结实的片子，用了不少的纪录片镜头。热血沸腾的斗争，穿插了许多精致的调情小片断，把milk的形象充实起来：入得卧室，上得厅堂。看penn和franco，真是俏皮得可爱，人家演戏之前还室友一阵培养感情来着。
电影着力刻画了最后一次选举和挫败6号提案的两个情节。虽然两个多小时，但一点不觉得长，反而有看不够的感觉，好多细节还可以再展开，再展开。
电影院人山人海，街上排起长龙，观众情绪也激动。若是当时，反8号提案的宣传再积极一些，再有组织一些，热情再高一些，胜利并非不可能。只不过，当年6号提案威胁生计，大家誓死抵抗。如今胜利果实大半到手，心情愉快，剩下的一小半似乎无关痛痒？似乎忘了利益是流血流汗争取来的：一不小心，还要被人抢走。
Simon on November 26th 2008 in smalltalk
过了正午时分，我才从前一晚的酒气和怪梦中挣脱出来。百叶窗没有放下来。躺在床上望出去，是湾区一成不变的明媚的天——然而毕竟是深秋了，气温虽未降下来，黄叶已落了满地——此时，竟也只能看到瘦削的枝桠。一只松鼠窜跳着，忽地停下不动，一停停了很久，似乎是对这陌生的萧肃气氛，略微感到迷惑。 Continue Reading »
Simon on November 15th 2008 in 6v
When I traveled to the eastern part of the Great Plain Carpa was the city that caught my eye. The moon just climbed up the mountain and was drenching the city with its cool silver light. Street lamps were slowly lighting up, giving out gentle glows as if responding to the sacred call from above.
I had already heard of Carpa and its romantic nature: of its broad-shouldered men and bright-eyed girls, of the love stories that come off the bookshelves and take place in its streets, of the people who worship the name of love, write about it, sing to it, and teach it to the young every and each day. That night, I heard numerous whispers from afar, sweet and low, whenever the mountain breeze glided down from its highly elevated existence. Continue Reading »
Simon on November 9th 2008 in ekrit
After almost an hour of self denial I finally got myself together and sent out the message. I was happy to receive an instant reply, and felt somewhat, if not completely relieved. It’s been a long day. I was drenched in the rain on my way to work, stood in chilly wind for the speech of Gavin Newsom while fidgeting about tomorrow’s outcome. Then I dozed off through the class, then worked with a low fever and finally managed to mess up my IDL code… I was just about to sleep to end this day when I received the message, to which I said no, coldly, and regretted right away. I regretted not because I did something wrong, but because what I did would not help, in any case. It took me an hour to decide whether I should do something to fix the awkward situation so I could have a better sleep. And I finally did.
Later I lay in bed, more or less cheered up and ready to open Eileen Chang for a short read. A bookmark suddenly fell out from between the pages. It was not mine, and I soon realized that it was not even a real bookmark: Continue Reading »
Simon on November 3rd 2008 in 6v
