There’s little that pass me by in the entertainment department; I pretty much know about most of the things we see on film or TV; you could say I don’t like reality too much, and prefer to enjoy fiction much more. Too much even, at times. A perplexing cogitation as to why life can’t life be a British TV-Show, often keep me up at night. So it’s safe to say I’m seriously baffled how I let this one slide. Have to admit, had absolutely no clue this was getting made. I ran into the poster on the web, searching for something completely different and literally fell on my butt! Didn’t even read anything about it, just saw the poster with that famed Abe Lincoln pose with an axe next to him and the title that read – ‘Abraham Lincoln, The Vamipire Hunter’?!

Come again? What?

Funny how sometimes you imagine things without even knowing any of the details surrounding it, hell, sometimes you picture things better when you know next to nothing about them! We all have motherfucking instincts, as only if we gave them more credit than we do, instead of ignoring it most of the time. It all just flashed trough my head, Abe running through woods smashing Vamps with his axe, then getting washed up somewhere before he returns to the White House….Wait?! Stop.

A step back.

I just can not believe that someone woke up one morning and decided – I will use the likeness of one Abraham Lincoln, “rewrite” the history and make him the President by day, and Vampire Hunter by night. The brilliance of that idea is just….bewildering to me. U probs think I’m crazy being this hyped, but see, this is just too amazing of a plot to not to be! I love vampire movies ever since I watched ‘Dracula’ as a kid, just the whole visual aspect of that subject was something that took me in way too deep! But the most important thing why ‘Dracula’ worked is because it had a great story, an amazing, dangerous, smart plot. These days you have vampire movies, you see all the blood, the biting, the killing, all that exciting things these moves are so popular for, but the stories, the plots are just thin and not as exciting they should be for the genre. You can like ‘Twilight’ and all, I like it too, I adore ‘The Vampire Diaries’, but one must admit the plots are just all right. Nothing to write home about.

They all have the core – dark woods, blood, I mean how great does blood look on screen, the running, the excitement of being on the edge of living & dying; but imagine merging all that with the most amazing, clever story?! The one that could be as exciting as the visuals!

And the people behind this are seriously monumental. One Tim Burton as a producer? Timur Bekmambetov, the guy that directed ‘Night Watch’ and ‘Wanted’, filming ‘Abe’? The guy that made me pee my pants out of the excitement watching a bullet smash the window? But the props have to go to the writer, a guy that started this whole sublime craze – Seth Grahame Smith. He wrote the book the movie is based on, as well as the script. And you just know that is going to be one amazing script, because there’s nothing and no one in the middle to fuck it up, like it usually happens with adaptations. And boy, he does it brilliantly!

The way he’s interlacing the real life events with this vampire story is just mind-blowingly smart. He’s leading into in with a simple fact, Abraham’s dad had debt and his mother was killed by vampires when the dad wasn’t able to pay it off. Abe wows he will hunt down vampires responsible for his mother’s death, and he kills them all. A bit unsophisticated in his anger, he meets a vampire called Henry that teaches him not all vamps are bad and directs him to a slight better cause – to kill only bad ones. Then the writer ties it with slavery- Abe finds out some plantation owners are actually vampires and are buying slaves for food, not for labor. In order to end slavery vampire’s that buy slaves must be killed.

Couple of years into his political carer, Abe meets Edgar Allan Poe (I swear this is getting better and better!) who tells him vampires are being chased out of their ancestral homes in Europe and flocking to America. Now see how brilliantly this story connects with real life – vampires are chased out Europe due to their “involvement” with Elisabeth Bathory. Elisabeth was a hungarian countess also known as Blood Countess or Countess Dracula. She was one of the biggest female serial killers that ever existed; killing young women, with her male helpers, because she believed that bathing in virgin’s blood will preserve her youth. In the book/movie, Elisabeth’s helpers are actually vampires who are being chased out and decided to flock to States because of the slave trade.

Then he ties it with civil war, Lincoln learns the vampires in South intend to start a civil war so they can conquer the North and enslave all humans of America. Then he gets elected for President, the civil war starts, the vampires kill his son, the Union wins over the Confederate vampires (how brilliant?!), then the famous shooting in the Ford theater, he’s killed by John Wilkes Booth, who is an actor and, you guessed, also a vampire. The nation mourns him, just like in real life but then……Fast forward a century later, it’s the year 1963, Martin Luther King’s holds his famous ‘I Have A Dream’ speech at the Lincoln Memorial, there’s a crowd all over, and then on the side you see Abraham Lincoln, listening to the speech!

He really did not die, but his vampire friend Henry actually saved him and made him a vampire, with a closing words – “Some men are just too interesting to die!”

I don’t know about you, but I have never heard of anything better. The Vampires + the most interesting story from American History = just orgasm, nothing else.

Movie opens in June, 2012.

‘Dark Shadows’ and ‘Abe The Vampire Hunter’ in the same month?! Hell, we can fucking all die in December, for all I care

I don’t know how you feel about it, but I’m not really tripping abut 2012. I thought I would, but just – not. Very peaceful about it, even. There’s something so elevating and/or liberating about the fact something has to happen, it’s predetermined and there’s a reason for it, even if the things or situation in question is not something we prefer, or makes us, I don’t know….dead.

I personally don’t think it’s going to come to that, because it’s not supported by logic, only an unsophistication of said times. There’s no more counting after Mayan calendar? Well, there’s nothing after December 31st, but every year, just – January first happens. We start counting all over again. And that’s what we’ll do when this counting “ends”.

And if it somehow really happens, hey, I’m just happy they let me know when exactly to expect the event. I live in California, so every day quakes, and the possibility of a bigger ones, or “the big one” that is suppose to wipe 80 % of celebrities of today’s times (well, if Angelina & Tom are going, then I feel instantly better), makes you aware of the silliest things – “aha, these are a very high heels I’m putting on, if it happens in next few hours, will I be able to run, escape shit falling down, will I be movable in these shoes? O fuck it, lemme wear boots. Going into the elevator, hmm, maybe I should walk cuz the “big one” can happen JUST now. Going to see the movie, parking the car in the Theater’s underground garage with a 15 tons of iron and concrete above my head – is this freaking movie worth taking a chance of getting barried underneath this shit?! It better be a good one!

When is that “big one” suppose to happen? – I ask the native Californians every chance I got. “Well, it can be tomorrow, or in a hundred years.”

Gee, thanks!

As you can tell, I really appreciate knowing when the shit’s going down. So that I can put my new gear clothes on, and sit one out. Be prepared.

If it happens.

But rather than thinking about it, I like to be positive and get informed. Mexicans are not worried about it, they say. The end of the world business is good news for them, they say. Well can you blame them? So poor, the Yucatan peninsula is expecting a 52 million visitors this year. People want to come and see the base of the ancient Mayan civilization; if they’re going down, it’s kinda badass to go down in ground zero! Well I’m just assuming that’s what’s behind their idea.

But it’s actually something else that caught my mind while researching. Mexico is planing a year long celebration to honor 2012 as a “time of renewal”. Call it a apocalypse-tourism!

A time of renewal. It’s actually brilliant. Because we people are weird animals, known to react best when there’s no more of something. We’ll handle the money best when it’s running out, we’ll study the hardest towards the end of the class/college/education, we’ll appreciate relationships most when there’re about to diminish…..and so on.

And now that we think the world and we in it might be over, even if we aren’t and nothing actually happens, but there’s a slightest chance – we will do, and react, and finish, and fight, and wonder, and change, and dare….. – because we might no longer exist in a less than a year!

Isn’t that liberating?!

And to honestly tell you, the first couple of hours of my New Year started exactly that way. It wasn’t nice and peaceful, it was dramatic and annoying and aggressive – but it made me realize, and it made me do something I never thought I will – that I’ve had it, and that I’ll ACT on having had it!

And it felt fucking great.

Time of renewal. Kicking out of your life – everything that hold you back, not thinking how you’ll do it, actually doing it! Cuz you might not exist in December.

I don’t know about you, but it makes it for a helluva interesting apocaly-year!

Let’s actually renew ourselves, AND DO SHIT.

Beautiful and talented actress Judita Frankovic in my MOODYTWIN’S Moody White Tank Bleeding Heart Tee. Never met her, but she sure is a stunning girl!

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MOODYTWIN launched in SUPERMARKET Concept Store in Belgrade, Visnjiceva 10! If you didn’t get the piece you wanted, check moodytwin.com for updates, because we will add on more store locations to buy MT, as well as set up online shop in near future. In the mean time, cruise around MOODYTWIN’s Cross My Heart Collection WOMEN’S & MEN’S!

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I apologize people for not blogging regularly these past couple of months (read at all…), as some of you keep reminding me, but there’s just not enough hours in a day to manage all you need/want to do. These last couple of months were a mayhem; I’m releasing my newest collection, and there’s just sooooo much to do! I promise once the workload eases up, will get back to writing as usual. Until then, the info about the collection, as you guys email my webmasters about that too – happy to announce it’s coming out next week (aim Tuesday, the 12th)! You can check back on this site for exact location to buy MOODYTWIN, or visit MT’s Facebook or Twitter for update!

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Behind the scenes snapshots of a MOODTWIN Cross My Heart Collection Campaign shoot.

For some reason, I could never really get women. There was just something about them that annoyed me from the early age, the intricacy of female mind, the need to travel in pack, analyze shit even when we figured out what the case was a week ago, the girly dresses that always wore….there was just

something so dependent about them. It just never sat with me. And the feeling was mutual. Women always hated my ease with men. Even when I was just physical with some, we stayed friends for many years to come. Girlfriends I knew that often didn’t get called back the next day after a spent night together, always hated me with passion. “What the fuck do you do when they always want to hang out with you” – is what I often heard. I could never explain it. It just like some people know how to cook, or sew, or cut hair…I know how to do boys.

Recently, I have to admit – men are gone insane.

For the past six months my female friends were on my case to write about men. Relationships between men and women. Some girls I never met email me constantly about the same subject and ask if I could write something about it. I never really got around to it; only thinking about relationships is making me sweat, let alone write about it and relive it while I do. But then it just became overwhelming. Every single day, all I hear is: “What the hell is wrong with this guy?! What the hell is wrong with that guy?!”. And this time around chicks actually made sense.

I came to the heartbreaking conclusion – men became women, and women became men. Tragic.

Men became such little bitches, it’ stopped being funny. They don’t have a clue what they want, they’re weak, insecure, unrealistic, childish and utterly clueless.

My friend Renata had an interesting theory about it. “Guys just seemed to handle all these transitions and recessions in the world really badly. Somehow, it looks like they’re just having trouble coping with it, and women seem to handle it much better.” There’s just a point in it. Men are becoming more and more insecure, nervous, aggressive, neurotic….while women rolled their sleeves and accepted all the hardness these new times are bringing upon us. Women are dealing with it, while men got completely lost. Is it because their provider self just couldn’t handle the toughness of being one at the moment?

All I see and hear recently is women all over the place, smart, capable, tough and successful, dealing with same shit; men that do not know what the fuck they want. Wasn’t that what’s been said for women from the beginnings of time? Women do not know what they want? Weren’t women always considered complicated, jealous, bitchy, insecure, crazy….?

Hm.

I warn you, all this stories are true. Doesn’t matter whose they are, they advocate many women & friends I listen to daily, so i will try to write it in first person.

This is how it goes.

LIQUOR STORE BLUES

Since when can women handle alcohol better than men?! 90 percent of men I know are completely idiotic and sloppy drunks. So unsexy. Barf. Can’t handle the reality, dude? Hey I get it, times are thought and I’m all for using the virtual crutches in the form of alcohol, drugs, pills, sedatives for those who need a little help getting by, but dude, reality is going to be waiting for you in the morning. It ain’t going nowhere. Little less crutches, little more dealing.

THE GAMES THAT PLAY US

I remember the times when I’d have amazing talks to my guy friends; meaningful, useful, full of ideas about life and what we can do to make it even better. And all my girl friends were always just yapping about boys. It always annoyed me terribly. Now? All my girlfriends are successful, capable, some make more money then most men, and men are fucking retarded. It’s like they’re brains are developing in opposite direction and they becoming boys instead of growing into men. They all play Angry Birds 24/7, when they’re not doing their friends’ faces in Fat Booth, or playing Texas Hold’em all freaking day long. Between that and getting slammed when they go out, they’re normal for like 45 minutes between the shover and the 4th drink, when it’s all downhill. Yeah, that’s what we all dreamt of when we were little, to carry our man home and dump him in bed. And pull out the vibrator.

TELL ME WHAT I WANT WHAT I REALLY REALLY WANT

It’s interesting how guys think women do not know what they want. That’s what cracks me up every time. Hey, an optimist – we know exactly what we want, the first second we lay eyes on you. We know if we want to date you, or fuck you, or both, or nothing. Right that second. On the other hand, this is what guys do nowadays. They meet you and they hate when you’re all reserved and cold towards them in the beginning, while women just became smarter and cautious and they do not want to let themselves into something before they really know the bastard. Dude, what is your problem, exactly? She wants something casual. You want something casual. Lets do the casual until it becomes more. Or it doesn’t. Is that equation difficult to comprehend? But no, men fucking hate it when the woman is all casual: “How does that bitch dare to not want more from me?! What’s wrong with me?! Does that mean something is wrong with me?! Nothing can be wrong with me, master of the universe, I’ll show her”. And then he goes throwing big words just so he could get a satisfaction of seeing her getting sucked in more, and when she does – cold shower. Jesus. Can you be more of a woman about it?

IT’S ALL ABOUT SEX BABY

Sex is the funniest part of all. I love it when they think they have to throw big words to insure having sex. It makes me laugh. Dude, times are changed, she wants to have sex before you thought about having sex. No one is going to want more from you, that’s it. Thank you and goodnight. She want’s your dick, not walk in the park. Stop tripping. See, sexually men became the biggest bitches. There’s guys who fucking want you like maniacs, they can not wait to see you, touch you and so on, and they when you finally meet, they play all these little games with having sex, and not having it for no reason at all. If you knew how many of my girlfriends told me that story, you wouldn’t believe. Men withholding sex? Men withholding sex to get their way? When’d that happen? Since when guys even think that far as to figure out you can get things with sexual manipulation?! Dude, maybe you missed the memo, but chicks withhold sex to get things. Not you.

MY HEART WILL GO ON

I have girlfriends hooking up with guys that text them hearts and smileys, and when chicks didn’t respond to that, guys would get all pissed and texted them back - if I sent you a god damn virtual heart, how dare you not send me the heart back?! Yeah. Not lying. It’s like that. Dude, what does your bitchy, needy little heart need so much, and lacking so much that you need to see the virtual fucking heart sent back to you? Is that manly fucking behavior? Not even woman do that anymore. Get it together. Or go play Angry Birds.

TIE ME UP

Women usually always wanted to tie themselves to men. Some kind of leash, anything to ensure the connection to them. Nowadays, men fucking leash you up! Wtf? My beautiful friend had this boyfriend and they were actually really good together, before the idiot freaked about something he doesn’t even know what he freaked about. Ok, your decision dude. Stick with it. Don’t want to be together? Take a hike. But no. He called her constantly. I mean when they give you – lets be friends – and then call you fucking constantly……dude? Fucking decide. He called constantly, came to her house all the freaking time, fixed her shit, helped with this or that, put money on her account. Wtfffff? You’ll say, what a nice man now, right? Fuck that. It’s just a leash. It’s the way to ensure he has a way back if he wants to. Why fuck with someone like that? There’s a way in life to get what we want without having to hurt people around us. It just takes a little extra planning. And half a brain.

I’M JUST A JEALOUS GUY

And that’s the big one. Who said that thing about women being insecure, again? About how women go berserk when another pretty woman enters the room? Actually, don’t remember the last time I saw any of my girlfriends tripping about any other girls. Guys on the other hand……anyone that has more muscles, or more money, or more inches (no, not those, you perverts) that enters the room, and boom! – they go nuts. Actually they don’t go nuts like screaming pushing and shoving. They do it like this – their body and their faces start to twist like they’re becoming god damn vampires. That’s the faze one. Faze two is the controlling part. What?! Asshole, try to be the best you can be, and that will make you attractive and not want your chick to look at anyone else. You think you can be an aggressive asshole, drink your brain out every time you step out the house, but i should not turn my head toward that six-pack that just entered the room? Aha, ok.

GREAT BALLS OF FIRE

There was this guy that I know since I’m like 15 years old and he always wanted to be with me, always asked about me, for like freaking decade. Always sent me messages trough people, throughout the years. When I moved to US, he kept going, and kept going. Still. Then he gets married. Still asks about me. Then he moves to US, still asks about me. Married. Then he gets divorced. Again asks about me. Then finally, I agree to meet him. I think it was a slow month. Every time we would be together he would mention women. This one, that one, that one, this one. Dude, you want to be with me for more that a decade, it means a lot to you, I get it. Mentioning chicks left and right are not going to blow the steam off it. Fucking own it.

LOTTA NERVE

The nerve guys have. My fav. I love it when you’re in a relationship and, naturally, there are some annoying things that both sides, man and women do, so you talk about it. Woman I know usually change their part of the deal pretty quickly if they really want to be with the guy, but men? Noooo way, they will try to stretch it to the heavens and back, even thought you tell them you will surely leave if they keep it up. Still nothing, until the day you pack your shit. And then, boom! They so easily change their annoying habit. It’s when they know its done, then they do it. Dude, your change is sooo 2000 and late, who gives a fuck right-about-now? The nerve of thinking we as women are so subordinate that we would take such crap? The nerve of thinking they are the second coming of God and that we should take that crap? And finally, the nerve of thinking they are so special that we need to take that crap! Dude, there are so many around, we do not need your crap. Next!

MISTAKE

See this is what women do wrong. If there’s one thing I mind or resent women is the fact they always take shit or settle because they think they will not find someone else. And that is the biggest fucking mistake ever. Do you know everyone on the planet? How would you know if there is or there isn’t someone? There are 6.92 billion people on the planet at this moment. You don’t think there’s one that could be right for you? Or at least an inch better than the last idiot that annoys you constantly? At least some other would annoy you differently, even that sounds better for the moment. If I leave that one, maybe I stay alone? I cringe when I hear that. You’re wrong. Remember that first boyfriend you had and you were madly in love and then you broke up? Remember how you stayed in your room for days on end, thinking there’s never going to anyone like that and you will just die? And then couple of months or years later even better one came along where you thought – o my gooood how stupid I was, what was I thinking?! This one is so much better, that first one is nothing! And then it didn’t work with that one, but someone even better came along? Just remember that.

A MOMENT

We always think that the one we’re dealing with is the best thing since sliced bread. But it’s like that at that moment. Moments change, people change. You can not know in that moment what lies ahead, you have to keep going, you have to live your life. And then moment changes, you change, and then it just comes. You can’t take that chance, ha? Well you have to if you want to have a good life. No one wins big if they don’t risk big. Life is not a stock market where you have to predict what it’ll happened. Life and love is diving into unknown. Someone told me once – “It’s when we let fear cloud our judgement that the flame of possibility begins to dim and eventually diminish”. Don’t let fear kill all the possibilities you might have in life. They will arise, only if you let them.

I repeat, you can not know at this moment what can happen. Or who exists in this world. We didn’t dig into this subject to make you more depressed about guys. Its to show you how most of them are ridiculous nowadays, but all those ridiculous make those who’re not even more precious. Just open your eyes, and listen to this last story.

God damit, why don’t I make a book out of this?!

Anywho. Listen. And then we’re done.

LUCY IN THE SKY

I once knew a girl in New York that I worked with. Lucy. She was not amazingly pretty, but had a good body, and there was just something about her. Can’t pin it down, but she just oozed coolness. She always traveled in pack with her best friend Nancy, one of the prettiest girls I saw in my life. Nancy had that 4 big things that seal the deal – big hair, big boobs, big lips and big ass. Guys were nuts about her. Not easy to constantly stand next to someone like that. And they worked together, in the bar, next to each other, that was their thing. Always together. Lucy had a daughter from previous relationship, and a bit of a hard life, she studied and worked really hard to provide for her daughter and herself, you could tell she’s not having it breezy. We didn’t talk much, but from what we did, you could tell she’s a fighter, and most importantly – she never ever complained about anything.

She sometimes talked about guys and how assholish they are when they find out she has a daughter. She could never really connect to any. After couple of months she moved to Miami. Never saw her again. This is how the story develops. Lucy and Nancy worked in this bar in Miami, side by side, like always. One day, a guy comes in, sits on their bar. Takes an interest in Lucy, not Nancy. Let me tell you, not many guys would do that. Starts talking to her. Has glass of wine at the bar. They had a really good talk. He comes again tomorrow. They talk again, glass of wine again. They hit it off. He starts coming a lot for the couple of days he was in town for. He leaves town. She thinks she’ll surely not see him again. He comes back after a while. Comes at her bar again. They talk again. Have a glass of wine again. They start talking outside of the bar. They start seeing each other outside of the bar. They start dating. They got engaged, they got married. He takes in her daughter. They had 2 more.

The punchline – the guy that met Lucy in the bar and later married her, was – Matt Damon. Yes. Matt Damon went into this bar in Miami, saw her standing next to an amazing looking chick, but decided to talk to Lucy, liked her, wanted her. And what I read in her interview about it couple of months later was what I always think about when in doubt about guys – “He was the only guy on the planet that I met that didn’t run away the second I told him I have a daughter from previous marriage.

Still don’t see the moral of the story? You can not know what’s out there, you can not predict how someone is, or will behave. This is Matt Damon, the guy who didn’t even tell Minnie Driver he’s leaving her, instead she read in the papers he’s with Winona Ryder now. Knowing that, you’d never say he’s the one that would end up being so decent, but he was. You can not know. Most men are little bitches, but sometimes they are just decent.

What should you do? I’m the last one to give you advice, and even if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t dare tell someone what to do. We’re all different, but what I know for a fact – men do not deserve as much time and energy we spend on them. The only thing I can tell you for sure – they will not spent as same time or energy on you. What ever they do is – them first, you second. I’m not telling you to swear off men or be nasty to some that don’t deserve, because some that do pissed you off. You first. Them second. All I’m saying.

That’s what you do. You first. Them second.

After all there’s so much more important things in life we should bang out heads about. For example; why the fuck’s Nathan not returning on Misfits and when’ll Eric finally bang Sookie.

That”s what you do.

Last 2 months were a mayhem. Extreme highs, extreme lows. One second I felt like I wanted to bang my head to the wall, another like I could fly on thin air. As if I’m trying to shed some skin or something. As if I’m an animal. The way I feel and act, both. As if I’m a werewolf that’s all cool on the good days, but ripping its skin apart when he fazes out. As if I’m a vampire and all my senses are hyper-intensed. Good and bad.

You get the picture.

The funny part, I feel fucking alive.

Even funnier part, I can not take shit anymore. All my life I respected differences in people because I was so different to begin with. But I came to conclusion – my extreme tolerance towards people only made them less tolerant toward me. People are assholes. The more you scream, the more they’re lined up. You try to be tolerant and respectful, no one respects your shit.

It feels great not giving a damn!

Remember that feeling alive thingie I mentioned? Take my word for it, wake the fuck up if you’re sleeping. Tell everyone what they need to hear. They can’t take the truth? Boo hoo. Next!

Be impatient. Don’t take crap. That guy that fucks you up? No, don’t be nice back for him not to think you’re crazy, or intense or whatever the fuck he might think. Stop being subordinate. Who cares what he’ll think! Tell him to fuck off.

Be neurotic. Why not? Everyone else can be, but you be all calm and shit?! Calm will only lead you to the hospital. Fucking scream at everyone, you’ll feel better, if nothing else. Just know who deserves it, and who doesn’t.

Me? How did my 2 month mayhem finished? It didn’t.

I’m on a destruction mode. And it feels liberating. I do not have any patience what-so-ever, people annoy me terribly, and I can not stand any noise. I can not stand people that waste my time and talk about idiotic irrelevant shit, I can not stand intoxication unless it’s the one that’s handled by the body that inserted itself with it, I can not stand snoring, loud eating, puffing, clicking, tapping, yapping, humming….just anything coming out of a thing called person. Loud orgasm, that’s about the only noise I can stand, coming out of a person.

Stupidity? That I could never take, but recently it’s beyond reason. Stupidity became very loud. Before, incompetence were kinda quiet in people. Nowadays, those in question will register their incompetent opinion so loudly and proudly and they will so beautifully ignore a directed attention to something they know nothing about, it’s making me want to discontinue air supply to their lungs.

“That is NOT how you pronounce my kid’s name”. Keeps doing it.

Noise. Noise. Noise.

I need peace. Stillness. Not even moving at times. Simplicity. Eat, breathe, sleep. Meaningful conversations. Create something. Make something.

No noise.

* coming up in part II – the noise coming out of that bizarre little thing called – men

 

THE THE amazing Bruno Mars live in NYC’s ROSELAND today was a MUST. Sublime.

I know. It is unforgivable. I admit. I just can’t help it. Something just rises in me come spring time. I become restless but lazy-ish, hyper but strangely calm, crazy but surprisingly together. Spring awakening, at its fullest! And I just can not be on the computer, I refuse. But I promise a very worthy next post! The one everyone’s been on my case about for the longest time – relationships. Men & women. The ever baffling equation. I solemnly swear.

Shooting Iva Jerkovic for the MOODYTWIN Precollection, in GM Studio.

This year’s O’s? A big snooze fest for me. I get where the Academy wanted to go with hiring James Franco & Anne Hathaway to host, but i kinda didn’t really work. Wanting to update the whole show, to make it fresh, more hip and in tuned with the times we live in at the moment, but………it just shows that great actors do not necessarily have to be great hosts (hint, hint Hugh Jackman). So since i was kinda bored, i noticed

all the silly stuff that made me endure the whole thing; like -

WHAT ABOUT THOSE GUNS?

Weird and unimportant detail # 1 – female buffness. What’s going on in Hollywood, guys are more and more feminine looking, but women gave serious guns?! Those arms were of the wall.

WHOA, AN UPSET?!

What lifted the atmosphere an inch was two upsets; David Fincher loosing Best Director, and Social Network loosing the Best Movie. I cheered for Social Network heavily throuhout the whole awards season, it’s one of my favorite movies and the one that is going to mark out generation, but in the finish, i started to change my mind a bit. I finished watched King’s Speech an hour before the Oscar’s started (unfair, i know), and i loved it so much, at the end i was happy it won! It’s not fancy, it’s not grandiose, but it has a hell of a heart, and i absolutely loved it! Cried at the end, too.

TOO COOL FOR WORDS?

Trent Reznor – an Academy Award Winner! It just sounds to surreal! Can you imagine saying that sentence in the 90′s and not laughing hard?

CUTEST?

Colin Firth‘s first sentence upon reciving an Oscar – “I have a feeling my career just peaked”. There’s just something so refreshing about the Brits and their heartfelt, unforced humor, and the self-deprecating way they get themselves. As oppose to their american colleagues. Do you think that’s why they’re better actors?

WTF MOMENT?!

WHERE THE FUCK IS HAIM?! Excluding Corey Haim from the RIP tribute, for what reason exactly? So unbelievably rude. Do them all, or don’t do any. Haim was an idol of one generation, and it’s just rude. But hey, at least the Internet & Twitter burned from anger over it, so the whole hype of not including him created even bigger tribute online! You’re still assholes, though.

All in all, glad it’s over. Glad that Bale, Firth & Portman, being the finest actors of this generation have an Academy Award in their hands, and mostly glad i will finally get some sleep now.

Thank you and good night.

Two things came to my mind when I thought about ‘Black Swan’ before seeing it. The beautiful, haunting and tantalizing picture of Natalie Portman’s face on the film’s poster, and something I read about it. I read so much stuff daily, but just sometimes; someone’s words make me do things. They literally move me physically. Get me off my chair. I’m not saying I wouldn’t see Black Swan if I didn’t

read what I read, but I surely wouldn’t see it as connected as I did.

Usually, I see movies on the premiere nights or at least opening weekends, this one I waited to see on purpose. I wanted to hear all the rumors, all the opinions, all the feelings people had about it before I see it. I wanted to do an experiment; I wanted to fill my head with all bunch of shit about Black Swan. I wanted to be saturated with I it. And then, I wanted to be able to distinguish people by how they perceived it.

And how did they? Mostly wrong. Some the way it should – by reviewing the level of their own Black Swan-ess. What I found most interesting – most of the guys hated it. Interesting, but surely not surprising; when was the last time guys understood the inner struggles of a woman? Specially the ones they themselves inflict upon us. How can a guy understand a struggle of a woman who was forced to be a childlike perfectionist of an artist, a good little obeying girl – to forget all she knew all her life, and transform to a first class seductress? Guys are not capable of understanding the fight within. Specially when the fight in question is between the things they like most in a woman, just not in the same one. A nice little shy, moral girl. A seductress.

The first one – stay in the house. The second one – wait for me outside.

Too classic, to even be considered classic.

Tons of people asked me to review this movie, but I kinda don’t want to go deeper than this. I just feel this is the type of film that shouldn’t be particularly discussed or analyzed with someone that didn’t see it, felt it. An emotion that comes out of you after viewing it – is just something that shouldn’t be imposed on other. What is it to say about Natalie Portman and the easiness that radiates from every emotionally demanding role she takes on. Leon, the Professional. V for Vendetta. Black Swan. What is it to say really? You watch her, and you watch it with silence.

Every time I see Natalie Portman, I remember how she’s, alongside Meryl Streep; the first and ultimate choice of favorite film partner to the most untalented of actors. Or “actors”. I find it amazing. Every single time I read or hear some poorly skilled actor or fame-seeker type of “actor” talking about who they would like to act alongside with the most – they shoot, Natalie Portman! I find it implausible, someone with questionable talent would say such thing. Natalie Portman? I mean, really?

Get reborn first, and then, let’s try it again. Welcome to the world. Say what? Ummmm, no. Sorry. Still a blasphemy.

Mila Kunis? Rarely there’s a person who can be cute, hot, sweet, sexy, funny and deadly; all in a same time.

Barbara Hershey? Just a look and a head tilt. The end. Mommy dearest, to the fullest.

Vincent Cassel. Uh. How do I even begin about Vincent Cassel? See, I don’t think he is much different privately than his role in ‘Black Swan’. Or many other of his roles, really. Not pretty, even ugly-ish, but with a self confidence that is the mother of all self confidences. He is a type of person that will eye you in a bar, and you’ll turn and think – “gosh, why is this ugly dude eyeing me….”, and before you know it, he’ll be next to your chair verbally dueling you to the point you’ll ask him to tell you what you think, and he’ll have his tongue in your mouth just a second before you actually wished it.

“Open your mouth, open your mouth…” scene with Portman. Man, o man. Vicent Cassel, I tell you.

Darren Aronofsky. What’s to say about the man who can take the absolute best from every actor he works with, every single time? Not best, but the thing they didn’t even realize they had. Case in point; we all loved Jordan Catalano, but aside for Requiem for a Dream, did you ever see a role Jared Leto was good at?

Aronofsky + Portman = theater, now.

But Portman. Not enough words. The looks, brain, education, character, self preservation, humbleness and life choices – if there’s a perfection in life, Natalie Portman is as close as it gets.

Oh, I never told you what I read, that made me see this movie….? Right.

By Stephanie Klein, of the Greek Tragedy blog: “The opening of the film, with Natalie Portman as good girl Nina ripping up the soles of ballet shoes, scoring them, her reflection in a mirror—rhythm, metered steps, a French accent. And all I can think is that I should be harder, stricter, a black twin of myself. Hard, conniving, tough. A mother you remember for getting in your face and pulling the best out of you. Can you embody both white and black? Be a twin of yourself? Can you be a graceful white swan and also be a back-stabbing bitch? Yes we can!”

I loved this movie, but what I liked even more is a symbolic it represents in life. The white and black. The soft and tough. The right and wrong. The way how Nina is designed in a film – pinkish coat, white scarf, hair pulled back, bare make-up……as oppose to her black twin that passes her by in the subway – the black coat, hair down, strong make-up….

The good and bad. Are we just good, or just bad? And what is bad anyways? Who decides what’s bad? Us, the ones being bad, or the ones that might be on a receiving end of our bad? Can we be both? Or as Stephanie Klein puts it – “Can you be graceful white swan and also be a back-stabbing bitch?” Or the teacher in the movie – “You can do the white swan Nina, I know that, but can you do the black swan, that is the question. Can you be the black swan of yourself?”

See, I think there’s no white or black swan, good or bad people. We are all good, and we are also all bad. We can be bad. And we should be bad if we feel like being bad. We should be hard, conniving, tough and black twins of ourselves. Maybe its bad for others, but it’s good for us. It’s an revelation.

And sometimes in life, doing what we know it’s bad – listening to bad music, eating bad food, doing bad stuff, drinking bad shit, socializing with bad people, going to bad places, doing the wrong people – is exactly what we need to find our balance, our place and ourselves.

And who is to dare say who we are, but ourselves alone?!

But see, it’s also a British kind of humor that most americans do not agree upon, or i’d dare say – understand very much. British people, i mean also the rest of Europe is just different in character. We are more dry, direct. And British specially. Their humor is way too dry, it’s raw, honest, to the point, and most importantly it’s just direct. It tells you exactly what’s meant. American people tend to say things that are politically correct, and in Hollywood, there’s just lots of fakeness; people say what they need to or find appropriate, not really what they truly mean necessarily, and no one’s really direct. And i respect both ways, and honestly i need both ways in my life depending in what state or situation i find myself into. But hating Ricky for this and call him evil, it’s just a bit much.

It’s the same thing with Russell Brand when he hosted MTV Movie Awards in US. He had brilliant jokes, but people were just stunned. It was, as i remember, even worse then this, but it created maybe less of an angry buzz because Russell was “insulting” Jonas Brothers, and you’ll agree insulting a Jonas over Tom Cruise, it’s a dash different. For example, people were tripping over this specific one, curtesy of Russell: “As a representative of the global community, a visitor from abroad, could I ask of you, people of America, to please elect Barack Obama, on behalf of the world. Some people, I think they’re called racists, say America is not ready for a black president. But I know America to be a forward thinking country because otherwise why would you have let that retarded cowboy fella be president for eight years. We were very impressed in England. We thought it was nice of you to let him have a go, because, in England, he wouldn’t be trusted with a pair of scissors.”

People were furious, well, Republicans mostly. But you have to admit, it’s brilliantly funny, and kinda what it is.

As for Ricky -

In words of Michael K from Dlisted: “Ricky, if you make it out of Hollywood alive, please host EVERYTHING.”

Indeed.

When i first heard Rooney Mara is going to be playing Lisbeth Salander, the infamous ‘Girl With the Dragoon Tattoo’, i have to admit i was doubting the visual aspect of taking such a role. Hey, i know. David Fincher knows what he’s doing, but still. Could you say, this…

…can be transformed into this?! Taking all the Hollywood magic and all, i kinda didn’t.

But look at the way Rooney Mara looks here! AMAZING. Better than that other Lisbeth Salander! If that’s even possible.

We made it! Again. I don’t know about you, but i have a feeling 2011 is going to be a weird one! Not necessarily a bad weird, but just weird. And if we really have two more years left on this planet, i want to spend it learning as much as i can. I don’t care what happens, i want to suck more and more knowledge about everything beautiful that surrounds me – into me, because that’s all that it comes down to.

Realization of things around you. And this year is going to be all about books for me. Wanna read more, have more, have the biggest black badass bookshell to hold it, and most of all, finish one of my own. That what i wish for my 2011.

Happy elevens! May it bring you all you wished for

I’m seriously visually obsessed food. A while back, i wrote about this lady who’s a food photographer, and she does such an amazing job shooting food, it’s unreal. Or rather, it’s too real! It makes me want to bite the screen, it’s like that. And it’s not just food, it’s the way she decorates the whole shot, it’s the detail around the food that makes it great. Look at this cake?! How astonishing does this shot look? And the cake? How amazing does it look, for christ sake? I want to get married, just to have this cake. The colors?! Cake that looks goth-y…..? Out of this world.

To have the recipe for this cake, click here. To check her blog, click here.

like this forever”. And than it changes before you finished the sentence. ‘Blue Valentine’ is about the sides of the change that happened; whose fault is it? Who of the two is the blame? How does it sneak up on us? The struggle between the senses and the thought. The struggle of all struggles – trying to co-exist with another human being.

But like everything that caries a truth, ‘Blue Valentine’ stepped into minefield. MPAA gave them NC-17 rating that the producer Harvey Weinstein is trying to appeal and get an R. To get NC-17?? The movie that is neither a horror or a thriller? Wait, what? According to MPAA, the movie is too raw. Or let me put it in their words – “It’s showing a shocking, gory depiction of a dying marriage.” Wow. Fuck artistic expression, bring on the ‘Bounty Hunter’! To quote  film’s star Michelle Williams – “we live in the world where honest portrayal of a relationship is more threatening than the sensationalized one.”

To be honest with you, I don’t give a fuck about the rating. Last time I checked, I wasn’t 17. But what I do care about this whole ordeal limiting this great film’s audience – is its Oscar chances. And these two; Ryan Gosling & Michelle Williams fucking deserve it for this. Beyond.

God forbid they stop dumbening us for 90 min. That’s just outrageous.