quietdriver3 said:Man, blades everywhere!!! 🙂 Don't tell me you actually find some deep meaning in zombie flicks too?? 🙂
Just finished catching up on everything here. My brain was basically just stitching together half-baked info into this totally wrong narrative—all because I was following one flawed logic loop 😉 ...
Everything kind of loses its point once you realize how they just keep coming—one after another, more and more—until you finally accept that the characters never stood a chance of winning anyway.
Look, if you’re looking for something easy to swallow, this movie is honestly pretty grating. I mean, it isn't total garbage, but it definitely tests your patience. I get the whole black-and-white worldview thing they're going for...😁 For me, those side characters were just plain exhausting. And no, I don't get the whole "two dogs mating" gimmick—like, why? Maybe Amenabar was trying to tell us he wasn't going to overcomplicate things—that his goal was just to shove his vision in our faces as bluntly and crudely as possible, because... well, life is just two dogs mating and nothing else. It should probably be titled "Two Dogs Mating" instead of Life is a Sea 🙄
By the way, that flying scene is easily the most beautiful and striking part of the whole thing 🙂
👍 👍 Personally, I like to just sink into the vibe while I'm watching. I want to actually find something meaningful in a film.
Keep enjoying Taylor Swift, but leave Yaya out of this.
I mean, yeah—Taylor's just kind of playing the part these days 😉.
A bit detached from everything?
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Her voice might be interesting, but she doesn't exactly bring any energy or vibe to the track.
Honestly, she brings plenty of atmosphere—it’s just the atmosphere of an existential void. 👍 Anyway, thanks for the mental image of Yaya and Ripper singing Christmas carols . 😂 To be fair, I actually believe Ripper when he sings. Yaya? She leaves me completely cold. And that's not even counting the fact that her vocals aren't actually bad. 😉 Natalie Portman's voice—expensive taste notwithstanding—is easily one of the best things to happen to American music. At least, in my book. I respect that. I like people who actually have an original idea. Most people around here just lack the ambition to create anything of their own, yet they act so incredibly serious about it—just like Yaya.
Honestly, it doesn't even sound like she’s enjoying herself when she sings. There's this heavy, overly serious, and—at the end of the day—just uninspired quality to her voice and style. For instance, that improvisation in "Maybe Paradise is a Lie" was just painful to listen to. Alright, enough said—she isn't total garbage.
They really should have paired her up with Taylor Swift to create some actual vocal dynamic. While Taylor is constantly shifting gears—soaring off the rails and then diving deep into these soulful, introspective moments—this singer just stays stuck in one place, sounding exactly the same the whole time. 😛.
I’m getting those same vibes—it feels like we're looking at some kind of John Forbes Nash or Spike Lee level of genius here... just a brilliant mind at work, honestly.
I felt like they botched the balance a bit—that whole "socially conscious yet poetic" vibe was just messy. Honestly, I wanted the movie to just let go and be. You know, like when that Black shadow first starts creeping in. I’m just glad I had a cushion with me, otherwise I would've just sunk straight into my chair and ended up with a sore backside.
For those of you listening to the radio late tonight... 😢
When I think of you, Black shadow that amazes me, oh, feet of my wandering soul, you make a fool of me once again.
When I say it is a journey, under the very same sun, you reveal yourself, and you are the star that shines, and you are the wind that howls.
If there is singing, it is you who sings, if there is weeping, it is you who weeps, and you are the murmur of the river and you are the night and the dawn.
In everything you are, and you are everything, to me, you live within my very self, you will never abandon me, shadow that always amazes me.
Honestly, who cares? I feel like I have to say this constantly—any list that actually manages to spark a heated debate is a successful list. That’s literally the whole point of making them in the first place...
So if you don't want us talking about it, just stop giving us something to talk about.😉.
The whole concept behind lists like this is just nonsense.
First off, calling someone the "best" artist is completely meaningless. Art isn't some sport where you can just check a scoreboard.
And besides, these "industry insiders" didn't even score the directors directly. Instead, they assigned points based on these vague, god-like attributes—stuff like originality, intellect, substance🙂, or beauty...
It’s just ridiculous to try and tally those things up linearly.
For instance, someone could rack up a massive amount of points for visual beauty while scoring zero on intellect, landing them at the exact same total as some brilliant director who has zero aesthetic appeal. Not that I'm trying to discriminate or anything.
Furthermore, why wasn't wit included as one of the metrics? If it were, Woody Allen might actually stand a chance. ...not to mention a dozen other scales they ignored.
It feels bizarre seeing Lynch sitting at number one. I suppose it might be "fair" if you look at how they manipulated the math and used twisted logic to get there. But Lynch is an underground guy—seeing him perched on top of Olympus feels wrong. What kind of world is this? And having Marty right next to him on the right... 😲 it makes me want to mix Speed with my sleeping pills just so I can die from the sheer short-circuiting of my brain watching these absurd pairings. 😁
By the way, Lynch is my favorite director too 😳. But that doesn't really matter for this argument.
Those little blue emojis you leave scattered everywhere remind me of Sting: I'm so happy that i can't stop crying (i'm laughing through my tears). 😉
Seven weeks gone now since she walked out She pops up just to check on me Says the kids are doing okay and that they miss me Suggests I might come over and babysit once in a while Asks, "Are you holding up? I was worried" "Can you forgive me? I just want you to be happy." I'm so happy I can't stop crying I'm so happy, laughing through the tears
Ran into an old friend He said, "Man, I was worried about you I heard she moved on to someone else, I wondered how you were taking it?" I'm so happy that I can't stop crying I'm so happy, laughing through my tears
Met with my lawyer—Mr. Good News He pulled through with joint custody and legal separation I'm so happy that I can't stop crying I'm laughing through my tears I'm laughing through my tears
Took a walk by myself last night Looked up at the stars to try and find an answer I picked a star for myself I picked a star for him I picked two stars for my kids and one for my wife Something actually made me smile Something seemed to dull the ache Something about the universe and how it's all tied together
The park is full of Sunday fathers and melted ice cream We just try to do our best with the time we've got A kid belongs with their mother Everyone knows that's how it works What's a dad supposed to do besides babysit occasionally?
Saw that friend again, he told me, "You look different, somehow" I just said, "Everyone has to step out of the dark eventually" I'm so happy that I can't stop crying I'm laughing through my tears I'm laughing through my tears I'm so happy that I can't stop crying I'm laughing through my tears I'm laughing through my tears
mistyfox812 said:The real question is: is that sense of security something everyone craves—the kind Nemesis represents—or is it something that some people associate with death (like being buried two meters underground)? It's the kind of thing many would gladly run away from, choosing to embrace any kind of risk or uncertainty instead.
Uh-huh, sure. Yeah, using a light switch metaphor in threads like this is a bad move—everything ends up being either on or off.
But there's a grain of truth in what's being said here. You just have to put things in parentheses about a hundred different times to make sense of it.
At the end of the day, there isn't much left to even say. By the time everyone actually agrees on what they mean by one specific word or another, an entire eternity will have passed.
That's why I'm all for pretending things are a certain way, even when they aren't—just to make life easier. Honestly, that's how I maintain my own sense of security. I'm just slightly more aware of the illusion than most. 😉.
Fear of a cop cruiser pulling into the driveway. Fear of drifting off at night. Fear of staying wide awake. Fear of the past catching up. Fear of the present slipping away. Fear of the telephone ringing in the middle of the night. Fear of thunderstorms. Fear of the cleaning lady having a smudge on her face. Fear of dogs. Fear of anxiety. Fear of identifying a dead friend. Fear of going broke. Fear of having too much—not that anyone would actually believe that. Fear of psychological profiles. Fear of being late and fear of arriving too early. Fear of seeing my kids' handwriting on an envelope. Fear of survivor's guilt. Fear of looking after my mother in her old age, and then facing my own. Fear of confusion. Fear of a bad ending. Fear of waking up to find you're gone. Fear of not loving, and the fear of not loving enough. Fear of harming loved ones. Thanatophobia. Fear of longevity. Thanatophobia.
Great topic. Though, I have to side with wearyowl29 here—security is one of the primary drivers for people. I mean, what else would paradise even be for?
Peeling back the layers.
Inner security. The security of knowing other people actually have good intentions. The security that the subway won't derail while you're riding it, or that a shark won't eat you, or that some random asteroid won't slam into Earth tomorrow and wipe us all out. Security in the system—or rather, in the circumstances that allow you to live the life you want to live. The security of landing exactly where you are, feeling that sense of destiny, like you’re right where you’re supposed to be. At home. The security—or lack thereof—of realizing we’re just biology, considering colors don't even truly exist. Security found through purpose. An individual's purpose right here and now, a mission on this planet, or some grander design involving God or whatever. Security... there's so much to it. I lost my train of thought. This probably belongs on the philosophy forum.
Security is always an illusion, but then again, so is insecurity😉. 🍺
Calm down—insecurity is really just our fried neurons and neurotransmitters doing their thing, nothing more; brains in a bathtub😉. And everything is just the way it should be. But how do you actually live with that?
Actually, you could argue that nobody looks for *only* security.
But let’s be real—there probably isn't a single soul alive who isn't looking for some level of stability, which is basically what this whole thread is built on.