I received a most thoughtful and beautiful gift from artist, Meagan Meehan, who founded the art movement, Conscious Perceptionalism. The piece she created for me was inspired by my book, "Pocket Full of Dreams," and is titled, "Pop Concert Carnival." I thought the title was pretty perfect. I love everything about it--the brilliant colors, the unique and abstract shapes, the mixed media. There's also no right or wrong way to hang it. It's so fun and creative, it brings a smile to my face just looking at it.
It seems the critics were not impressed with this film, and for certain reasons I understand why--there are a number of historical inaccuracies and flaws in the storytelling--but audiences will still love watching it and have a great time going to the cinema to see it, because the music is great and the two hours and twenty minutes of the film is filled with songs EVERYONE knows and loves and you never once feel the film is too long.
If you have not seen this movie yet, please go do yourself a favor and watch this movie. Also, please go support Asians, Asians in film, and Asian films in general. I promise you will not regret. This movie will give you all the feels, as it did me. I laughed so hard, and I also cried. I cried for a couple different reasons...
Watching Saturday Night Fever in 2018 is Like Watching a Horny Teenage Boy's Fantasy That is Really Every Woman's Nightmare in Real Life
It's always interesting going back to watch older movies or TV shows you used to love, and realizing how sexist and racist they really were. My husband and I decided to have a mini John Travolta marathon Sunday and watched Grease and Saturday Night Fever. Chris had never seen either, and I'm not sure if I had ever watched all of the latter. So, it was really fun and exciting for me to experience Chris watching these for the first time, because they're such American classics and musicals are so very American, in general.
One time, when an ex-boyfriend was being crazy, he told me I was boring because I enjoy going to museums. En contraire, I believe he was bored with his own life and just jealous that I find pleasure in so many different things. So, here are a few of my favorites from around the world.
I love French films. The French just have such a vivid way of telling stories in all art forms—whether it’s in film, music, or even fashion. A short film (35 minutes) I recommend you watch is “Le Ballon Rouge,” (The Red Balloon). Made in 1956, and a winner at the Oscars and Cannes Film Festival, “Le Ballon Rouge” is a simple story of a little boy and his red balloon, which he finds on his way to school. The balloon seems to have a mind of its own, as it follows the little boy around Paris. Just watching that kid run with his balloon is precious enough. He’s like a little flounder out of water—so cute! There is a musical score, but very little verbal speech throughout the movie. I love it. It’s a most darling film, and even emotional at the end. A seemingly insignificant story ends up leaving you with a great message about bullying. It’s magnificent. It’s simply magnificent.
When Titanic is on TV, I have to watch it. It doesn’t matter that I’ve seen it a million times. I still own it on VHS, although I don’t think I have a working VCR anymore. Some movies you just never get tired of. Some movies never lose their magic. Here’s a look back at some of the most iconic movies that shaped the bulk of my childhood.
I got my B.A. in Global & International Studies, and it’s one of those majors that you can either do everything with, or nothing with—it’s just all perspective and your own will. I actually switched majors after my first year from Communications to Global & International Studies, and it was the best decision I made in university.
Pierre Niney gave another brilliant performance in this biopic of French novelist and diplomat, Romain Gary, directed by Eric Barbier. The film is based on the Gary's novel of the same title, which was inspired by his own life. The story shows how his overbearing mother's love led to Gary's strength and destruction. The line between his mother's love and psychological and emotional abuse is a fine one.
Despite its title, this incredible film that was ten years in the making, takes place in a darker and colder Romania, set in 1988 towards the end of the communist regime. Jesus del Cerro, a Spanish director based in Romania, wrote and directed this beautiful, historical, and moving story. Although, don’t be fooled by the setting either—this is not a film about communism, it is the exact opposite. This is a film about freedom and hope.