In May's eyes, I'm no different from a can of pineapple.
My misanthropic moments come in two delicious flavors:
"Everyone is terrible except me"
"Everyone is terrible, especially me"
St. Vincent // Birth in Reverse
why on earth did I wait until like 6 hours ago to start listening to St. Vincent?
Taeyeon - And One
(That Winter, The Wind Blows OST)
For some reason I’ve grown to really love melodramatic ballads as of late. I mean, I’ve always loved hearing Mina Mazzini belt out with that Italian-style emotion, but this is so much softer. Fragile, even. And there’s a heartbreaking beauty to its fragility. Also, I love the singer Kim Taeyeon’s voice.
Park Chan-wook and Bong Joon-ho are not only South Korea’s best mainstream film directors, but also two of the best film directors working right now worldwide. Both are masters of peeling off layers of humanity and showing a side we don’t often like to see.
Park is a master of revealing the dark side of the hearts of individuals. Bong is a master of revealing (and satirizing) the dark side of society at large. This isn’t to say that they don’t also excel in each others areas as well, as seen in Park’s ‘JSA’ and ‘Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance’ as well as Bong’s ‘Barking Dogs Never Bite’ and ‘Mother.’
I’m not going to say one is better than the other. If I prefer Bong a little bit myself, it’s partially due to how consistently great his films are, but Park’s ‘Sympathy for Lady Vengeance’ might slightly edge out Bong’s ‘Barking Dogs Never Bite’ and ‘Memories of Murder’ for the “official” title of being my favorite Korean film.
It’s a really close call though, and not even worth deliberating. Ranking is pointless anyway, as is this post. Opinions are always subject to change, and who gives a damn about mine?
But yeah. Park Chan-wook and Bong Joon-ho. Check out all of their movies. Every single one of them.
I would be shocked as hell if my parents even knew who Mina was. My ancestors left Sicily for the US a few decades before she became popular. They also took several steps to acculturate themselves to white culture. Even my own father didn’t want to give me an Italian first name because of negative stereotypes of Sicilians. Not that people didn’t figure out my ethnic background by my last name anyway. That being said, I can’t say I’ve ever felt like anyone hated me for being Sicilian though. Often “otherized,” but never hated.
She Said She Said - The Beatles