the seventh seal - ingmar bergman 8/10

Look at death and play chess.

Regarder la mort en face des yeux, et y voir son visage.
Sourire devant le sort qu'elle se fait de nous,
Savoir qu'on l'aura, si ce n'est pas maintenant, demain.

Echec et mat, quelques jours de plus sur un plateau.

Voir dans l'âme de la sorcière le regard d'une enfant, apeurée par les flammes et soulée de douleur.
L'innocence part en fumée sous le regard des hommes.

Inviter la mort pour un dernier dîner, s'agenouiller devant sa beauté, pleurer.

Un beau film sur la mort et le courage de l'accepter, voir de l'inviter et la laisser entrer, pour observer une dernière fois la beauté et enfin fermer les yeux sur un mystère en noir et blanc, sans savoir. 

Fear and Loathing, Mr Robot goes to Washington.

Mr smith goes to Washington is amazing.  9/10

It shows the faith of a man into the crooked political system of the US in the 30's.
It's great because it's true and everything makes sense. Of course it's hollywood and it's sometimes too much, but even if it is, it's all true.
Now we watch Mr.Robot thinking about our society, corporations and the digital world...
Mr.Smith is Mr.Robot, just a long time ago, a single man making the biggest revolution possible. All by faith and courage.

Politicians and businessmen are working together for their own benefits while the country is in bad shape. The senators are old men, sitting in chairs and smoking outside the action, not concerned by what's happening, just enjoying their secure positions.
But this guy, simple and kind, is trying is best to change things with his own little power.

What does it take to change the system ? Power or faith. Even the small one here can make a difference, just by showing how much he is willing to loose just to be heard, not even to be believed.

After loosing all hope, expressing yourself might be the only way to survive and keep moving, just talking, writing and screaming about the truth, your truth, hoping it will wake something into the sleeping minds of the people around. 

A bad barman makes a good...

Hi,

I hope 2016 is already a good year.

We haven’t met, so you already know who I might be.

First I thought of giving you some elements to show the writer, "worthy of your time" kind of applicant I am. Then I thought it would be boring to read on a friday. Seriously, who sends an application on a late friday afternoon...

Fact is, I’m already convinced by my skills, it’s not like I need to persuade somebody else about this to get a job right? I do?

Never mind, instead I decided to give you the reasons why I’m really not that good as a barman and a waiter.

That’s a better way for you to realize I’m so bad at these other jobs I must be a great creative writer.
I also master the “Digital world” as you may have noticed, with me starting to follow you on Twitter something like one hour before sending this application.

Smart eh? “D natives” they call us…

But you don’t care. No, the real interest is in my ridiculous experiences as working other gigs when I arrived in London one month ago while I was preparing this awesome application.

Act 1: English beers and "floaties".

First time I had an incident, as a waiter, was when a customer asked me if the pieces of seaweed inside her beer were supposed to be there. Being new in London, I told her it might be possible.
Well it was not.

Act 2: A barman is supposed to be confident

I really have no idea how to make cocktails and be a “cool” friendly bartender.
The last time I worked in that bar and went to tables asking “Do you need anything else?” “Can I take your glasses?” people seemed truly scared as if my face was yelling at them “I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M DOING RIGHT NOW!!!”

Starting your trial shift by having a sample of every draught beer available in the bar before doing your work is not the best way to be efficient. Or is it?
The manager was nice though.

I’m hard working, funny and fast when it comes to get good ideas and pitch, not so much when it comes to pour alcohol in glasses with a huge crowd around me.

Let’s have a chat and talk about us, vacancies and movies.

I’ll bring beers, in bottles. That I can handle.

Kindest regards.

Bill Burr - Pain and Laughter

I Love Louis C.K.
Simple genius.

But recently i discovered Bill Burr on Conan, lots of shorts appearances of the comic on the Conan Show. 2 or 3 minutes of pure anger and laugh.

So I watched his show Bill Burr - Let It Go. Man he's good. You can feel the pain and the rage of the guy, the way he uses comedy not to kill someone everyday. Serial killer would have been an option.
But better, this guy killed me properly.

The bit about the dog, and the old guy at the end, straight classic.

Just watch this. He explains how he kept all of his feelings and emotions inside, making him a human time bomb. All this little actions you're afraid to do as a man and you think of yourself too gay to eventually do... Well he expresses the fear some men have and how it can be recycled as anger and pain and eventually death by heart attack for no apparent reason at 50.

Just a great comic, working on his anger by pain and laughter. 

Move at the light

You know what annoys me the most in London, for now.

The stop lights. This is ridiculous.
London is supposed to be a big city, where people move, and are stressed and everything is fast and at the stop lights, nobody moves.
Fuck.
Really ?
The guy in the car doesn't move, I don't, the girl next to me doesn't, and so is the other car on the opposite side. It's like a frozen time and we all look silly.

So everyone is still for 10 seconds. And nothing happens.
Sometimes as a pissed off foreigner, preferably french, I'm so pissed I try to cross the street... and that's the moment a vehicle appears from nowhere and you step back.
Looking even sillier.

But when you do cross at the red light, oh boy, english people whispers...
"He's a foreigner... ohh what courage and bravery that implies" or just "fucking French".

Dogs and Duck

I was walking on the canal from angel tube to haggerston, on my way to de beauvoir estate, this crapy place in the golden triangle where I've just moved.


Angel (west)  - Old street (south) - Dalston Hacket (East)
and in the middle, the mer de beauvoir estate. Not really nice but I like crap.

I saw two dogs playing and the owners were looking at them with a smile, while the dogs jumped each other near the canal.
I stopped and i looked with them, a smile on my face.
I really felt like i was not right to be there. None of the two dogs were mine.
So here i was, as a intruder in this peculiar "dog owner" joyfull moment of seeing their beloved pets play.
And me.
Felt good, wrong but good.


Also there was a frozen duck, still, on the walk. Bikes would pass next to him and he did not give a *uck.

How Robert Redford gave birth to Brad Pitt

I recently saw the Sting (1973) with Redford and Newman and boy I was shocked to realize how much Robert Redford's face gimmicks looks a lot alike Brad's.

Brad is the real con artist here.