I saw Lords of Dogtown yesterday, finally. It's been sitting on my laptop for a while. I got it solely because of this beautiful version of 'Wish You Were Here' by Sparklehorse, which plays throughout. That's one gawguss song.
Years ago when I was working at the ice-cream shop at Rialto, I saw the doco Dogtown & the Z-Boys when it played there, so it was interesting to see the theatrical version.
But, er, you sure could tell this one was written by Stacy Peralta. On account of how in the movie the character of Stacy Peralta is the 'good guy'... without the faults that grace the other characters. Hence, he is the most boring one on screen. I certainly get that he seemed the one with the most screwed-on business-mind, which is probably why his name is the one I recognise the most - and also why this film is now here. If he wasn't that guy, we'd not have the movie nor the documentary (that Peralta was also behind yet didn't seem to have that skew). Still, the other characters were more interesting.
Heath Ledger was amazing as Skip. He's a real chameleon, one of those actors that becomes. I wanted to shake him and tell him to work it out, dude. Emile Hirsch is delightful in that scrummy-isn't-he-pretty-and-pouty way. All that long blond-tipped hair; boy was I sad to see him shave that off (en passant I love it when actors actually shave their heads on film - particularly women, go Natalie Portman in V for Vendetta). And I'm not saying he was bad at all, in fact I liked the arc his character took the best. The moment where he dances around Kathy Alva made me grin. The moment where he walks away from skateboarding - he literally does.
There's some beautiful imagery. The sun setting behind the crumbling and broken black facade of the old Atlantic pier - dead ferris wheel against the luminous grey morning sky. Surfers catching waves between the pilings. Wind in blond hair as Hirsch skates slow and lazy curves down sloped tarmac streets.
There is an awesome cameo by Tony Hawke as an astronaut who tries to ride a skateboard and he falls off and gets up and says "it's harder than it looks" - hehe.
Directed by Catherine Hardwicke - who did Thirteen and has just done the teenybopper vampire flick, Twilight.
I want to see the doco again now.
Tuesday, 16 December 2008
Friday, 12 December 2008
one cool lady
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Farewell Bettie Page! You were one hot lady.
Bettie Page, one of the most famous US pin-up models of the 1950s, has died in Los Angeles, aged 85. Her provocative poses - often in bikinis - made her a cult figure and she was one of the first models to appear in Playboy magazine.
Bettie Page, one of the most famous US pin-up models of the 1950s, has died in Los Angeles, aged 85. Her provocative poses - often in bikinis - made her a cult figure and she was one of the first models to appear in Playboy magazine.
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one cool lady
Wednesday, 10 December 2008
The man on our $100 note
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This is a really cool profile of Lord Rutherford, legendary Kiwi physicist -
100 years since Rutherford's Nobel Prize
"Today marks one hundred years since New Zealand's greatest scientist was awarded the Nobel Prize for Chemistry..."
100 years since Rutherford's Nobel Prize
"Today marks one hundred years since New Zealand's greatest scientist was awarded the Nobel Prize for Chemistry..."
Sunday, 7 December 2008
poem translation, from end-july 05
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We were given a poem in Cyrillic. This is what I think it said. I have no idea what it really said.
Rocks
this creamy
wandering trail
krumbles
forward
But I realised
hope is out for me
backpacking over
a bitumen path
this
rolling over road
never breaking bones honeypot
should take clovering
no oncology
cancer
overhand connections
seven
So road onwards I
no path
no curving under over
no building there trees
a little track
prophet for me
pandering me
shoving me
forward
Rocks
this creamy
wandering trail
krumbles
forward
But I realised
hope is out for me
backpacking over
a bitumen path
this
rolling over road
never breaking bones honeypot
should take clovering
no oncology
cancer
overhand connections
seven
So road onwards I
no path
no curving under over
no building there trees
a little track
prophet for me
pandering me
shoving me
forward
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poetry,
weird ass brain,
writing
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