stormyridge2 said:Hands down, it’s the best movie about Jesus ever made. Personally, I think it’s the finest biblical epic out there. Let's be honest: people watch The Passion primarily for Monica Bellucci, not for the religious themes.
People tune into The Beatles because of Jeffrey Hunter, not because of Jesus.🙂
All told, it's just a glossy Hollywood fairytale. When you look at it objectively, it isn't a bad film, but it is a textbook product of its era—very formulaic and stuck in its own mold. I actually attempted to sit through it for a third time recently, but I just couldn't do it! It felt far too cliché and naive; even Jeffrey Hunter couldn't save it for me.😁
When it comes to settlements, the elephant in the room is clearly the funding—or rather, the lack thereof. Because there isn't enough capital available, the system is currently stuck processing claims dating all the way back to 2008. While the government allocates a specific budget for this every year, it’s unfortunately just a drop in the bucket compared to the actual number of people affected. It simply doesn't cover enough ground.
There is a real possibility that we could push for some legislative changes to fix this. I would be incredibly grateful if you could share your experiences: what hurdles have you hit in practice? In your opinion, what are the most critical issues that need to be corrected or overhauled? Thank you.
Bio, I don't have much to say about this one... this was actually my third time seeing him live. The first time at Madison Square Garden, he absolutely blew my mind; the sheer amount of energy and those incredible sounds you only experience in person—it was powerful and purely positive. Then there was the second concert at the Chicago World's Fair, where I walked away with a smile that lasted for an entire week. It was just so fulfilling. But tonight? After this show, I’m feeling completely indifferent. At first, I tried to justify it to myself by blaming the poor venue choice, the terrible weather, the annoying wait for a beer in a line that didn't budge for thirty minutes, or even the subpar sound system. But honestly, last night just didn't land. It felt like a blur of things that all sounded like one long, endless Latin fiesta. No real message, no political statements, no raw emotion—just pure, mindless rock and roll madness.
Just finished trying to watch Choke...and man, I'm feeling all sorts of ways. It’s good, it’s twisted, it’s hilarious, and it’s heartbreaking all at once. That whole dynamic between the doctor and the patient with 🙏Anjelica Houston👍...it's certainly an interesting ride regardless of how you slice it.
feralwalker said:The movie is honestly incredible... the opening is explosive, it settles down a bit toward the end, but the B-side is a total powerhouse on its own...
I am definitely going to see it again!
I’m actually considering driving out to Budapest to find the nearest IMAX theater equipped with a 15,000-watt sound system... my crew tells me the video and audio experience is leagues beyond this 3D simulation at AMC Theatres...
btw. ...and NINE INCH NAILS recently filmed a concert using 3D technology even before U2, it just hasn't been released yet... I've got goosebumps just thinking about it... ugh...
There are also talks between NIN and director James Cameron to film the show in 3-D ("to at least have proof when U2 rips us off next year that we did it first," Reznor says), and the band also has been in ongoing discussions with HBO for a Year zero miniseries which would launch in conjunction with a second album and an alternate-reality gama.
When asked about his futur plans for touring , after The lights in The sky wraps up, Reznor says The next series of shows May be a different beast altogether.
"Next time might just be white lights in a club and it's about the music," he says. "Because I'll be broke and that's all I'll have."
NIN & James Cameron! ...wow😁...I had no idea... but I'm genuinely worried we won't get a chance to see something like that in our local US theaters🤷
It would be worth being in Budapest👍...the sound at the Cineplex wasn't terrible, but it felt a little too quiet for an event of this magnitude...😁...
This movie truly meant the world to me🙂...I was honestly terrified they’d just play all the newest tracks, but instead😁...the surprises were absolute gems, especially Miss Ottawa & Bullet the blue sky...Since it wasn't peak season, the AMC Theatres was nearly half empty, so we actually got to soak in every single note😁...and share that pure excitement with every new performance...it was just beautiful🙂 and I'm certain I'll go see it again...my one tiny gripe? Those 83 minutes absolutely flew by; the ending felt a bit too abrupt😁...huge props to the crew for pulling this off, and a massive thank you🙂
Since I’m just another huge U2 fan who snagged early tickets, I might end up catching the show next week—or maybe even tomorrow!🙂...I just really hope I don't find myself mid-concert, jumping up and singing along like a total maniac.🤣
There was a time when those three or four things I knew about them actually felt meaningful (I still remember you, Youth gone wild...) ...and Sebastian😁. Nowadays, it’s nothing special—honestly, the whole thing feels a bit ridiculous😁
But then, I stumbled upon this... what do Gilmore Girls, Gwen Stefani, and Sebastian have in common? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eIaVF...eature=related
The "new" U2 sounds something like this: http://de.youtube.com/watch?v=xzI1xI5xMgU To be honest, it just doesn't feel the same to me anymore. Michael was the true heart and soul of the band. Without him, I've honestly lost interest in what they're doing... they really were incredible👍, and I still find myself spinning their old records all the time.
Check out this amazing live version of Never Tear Us Apart: http://de.youtube.com/watch?v=LFOoJGQ46Hk 😍😁
Even my sources over at Bga, who were right in the thick of that scene, haven't heard a single thing about a documentary🤣...they're saying if it’s being put together by Sonja, I shouldn't hold my breath—she's moved on completely😕...
Over at the Village, this March in Indianapolis, they’re screening that Sonja Savic documentary about Sarlo—"Watching Sarlo"😁...it might even be worth making the trip👍
Just like this music video for Nick🤣 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IwIaqEGQbXE
Some of us weren't lucky enough to win those sweepstakes; instead, we had to make the agonizing choice between Cale & Byrne😁
I remember it like it was yesterday😁 when I got a late-night text from a friend describing the setlist and the electric atmosphere at the Byrne concert... oh man😁
But it doesn't matter now—the main thing is that I finally heard Hallelujah live😍 😁
Well said!🙂 But let's be honest—it's not like Cohen doesn't have songs where he takes a sharp, critical look at society and practically calls for a revolution!😁 He probably belongs in that first category: poets who write exclusively about love, raw emotion, and sex.😁 But then there’s also this other thing... let's just say:
The tales of the sidewalk belong to me, while the voices from downtown just laugh. The Cadillacs are creeping through the dark tonight, moving right through the poison gas. And here I am, leaning out from my window sill in this charming old hotel I picked out. It’s a delicate balance, isn't it? One hand gripping the edge of the abyss, and the other holding onto a single, beautiful rose. I know people are saying it’s all over and that war is inevitable, but don't believe everything you hear! The cities have been split right down the middle, and the middlemen? They’ve vanished entirely. But allow me to pose the question once more, oh children of the twilight! All these self-proclaimed hunters screaming at the top of their lungs right now—do they really think they're speaking for the rest of us?
And if you dare address me as "brother" at this stage, Forgive me if I inquire. Forgive me if I inquire. When everything finally settles into dust. I will kill you if I must. I will help you if I must. When everything finally settles and turns to dust. I will help you if I must. I will kill you if I must. And heaven help our uniforms! Man of Peace or Man of War. The peacock unfurls its magnificent fan! It is a spectacular display of pure, unadulterated confidence.
I feel like I’ve reinvented myself a hundred times over! I have lost my wife and my children. But honestly, I have so many friends! I have all of America!
An old man, tucked away in an attic. They kept us hidden away for the night. The Americans took him! It happened exactly as expected. He passed away without any surprises.
Oh, the wind! It’s really picking up now—just blowing through everything! The wind is howling right through the graveyards now. Freedom is just around the corner! Then we shall emerge from the shadows.
I finally managed to break into the penitentiary! I found my place in the chain. Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows. All those courageous young men. They’re standing by right now, just waiting for a single sign. Which mercenary is going to be pulling the trigger just to collect a paycheck?
Step into this furnace! I am asking you right now to take the plunge! You, whom I simply cannot betray. To all of you who have been crushed under the weight of authority: hang in there! To those of you who are nowhere to be found all day! You people act like kings just to build a legacy for your kids. It’s a striking image, isn't it? It feels like something straight out of a classic American fable. You have this beggar, someone who should be empty-handed, yet their palm is heavy with cash. It’s such a sharp, vivid contradiction! The hand of your lover is mere clay.
Step into the fire! I am asking you right now to brave the heat and venture into this furnace!
Field Commander Cohen was easily our most vital asset in the intelligence game. Wounded in the line of duty. It's like parachuting acid directly into a high-stakes diplomatic cocktail party! It’s time to call it like it is: I am urging Fidel Castro to finally walk away from those battlefields and abandoned castles. There comes a point where you have to stop fighting the wind and just find some peace. Walk away from it all and face it like a man. Let's return to the ordinary. There is a certain charm in the mundane, don't you think? It’s like coming home after a whirlwind tour of the coast to find everything exactly where you left it—uncomplicated and perfectly still. Sometimes, the most profound moments aren't found in the grand spectacles, but in the quiet, unremarkable stretches of life. Let's settle back into the everyday. Think of those endless stretches of time—like sitting in sterile hospital waiting rooms or standing in massive lines for concert tickets. Silver bullet suicides—it’s a chilling concept, isn't it? It brings to mind those moments where everything feels like a sudden, irreversible snap. Much like a single, decisive strike in a high-stakes thriller, this phenomenon represents a terrifyingly efficient end. It's an intense and heavy subject, but one that demands our attention. And those messianic ocean tides! And those intense, racial roller-coaster rides. And then there are those other varieties of sheer boredom masquerading as profound poetry.
I am certain that you have endured significant hardship, my friend. But bear with me for just a moment: It’s the little things that truly weigh on a soldier's heart. It isn't just the grand battles or the heavy gear; it's the quiet moments of reflection. Think of it like a sudden thunderstorm hitting a clear afternoon in Chicago—it catches you completely off guard and leaves everything feeling heavy and damp. One moment you're moving forward, and the next, you're just trying to find shelter from the weight of it all. He’ll make a killer smile. I'm leaving, Captain. I must go. I must go, there's blood upon your hand. I must go, there's blood upon your hand. "A solid foundation to build upon." I'm on the side that's always lost. I'm on the side that's always lost. I'm on the side that's always lost. I'm on the side that's always lost. And I've read the Bill of Rights. And part of it was actually true. Yet, there wasn't a single ounce of weight left to carry. So, I'm laying it all out for you!
Everybody Knows that the game is rigged. Everyone seems to be walking around with their fingers tightly crossed! Everybody Knows that the war is over. Everybody Knows the good guys lost. Everybody Knows the fight was rigged. It’s the classic American struggle: the cycle keeps spinning where the underprivileged remain stuck in place while wealth continues to snowball at the top. It's like a rigged game of Monopoly where one player starts with all the properties and everyone else is just fighting over the leftover nickels. That’s just the way the cookie crumbles! Everybody Knows Everybody Knows that the boat is leaking. Everybody Knows that the captain lied. It seems like everyone is carrying around this sense of being broken lately. It’s a universal weight, isn't it? Like a cracked windshield that you just keep driving with, hoping the damage doesn't spread. We all have those moments where things feel fractured. It’s like they just lost their father or their dog.
It seems like everyone is just talking to their own pockets these days! Everyone craves a box of chocolates. It’s a universal desire! And a single, long-stemmed rose. Everybody Knows
You wouldn't recognize me if I walked right past you in the street. You don't know me from the wind! You simply won't, and the truth is, you never have. I am the little Jew. Who actually penned the Bible? It’s one of those massive, sweeping questions that makes you feel like you're staring into a canyon! If you look at it from a historical perspective, it isn't just one person sitting down with a quill and a dream. It’s more like a grand, multi-generational relay race where different authors passed the torch through the centuries. You have various prophets, leaders, and scholars all contributing their pieces to the puzzle over a vast stretch of time. It’s a monumental collection of diverse voices working toward a single, cohesive narrative! I have witnessed the rise and fall of entire nations. I have listened to their accounts; I have heard every single one of them. But let's be honest: love is the only engine of survival! Your servant is reporting for duty; the word has been received. Let's be blunt about this: let's lay it out plain and cold. It’s finished. It isn't happening. Is there anything else? And just like that, the gears of heaven grind to a halt. It feels like you can practically sense the sting of the devil's riding crop! Brace yourselves for what’s coming next! It’s straight-up murder.
Things are about to take a turn for the worse. It feels like everything is starting to slip through our fingers!
There is going to be a total shattering of the old ways! The Western Code. Brace yourselves! Your private life is about to undergo a massive, sudden explosion. It’s like a sudden market crash or a lightning bolt hitting a quiet suburb—one minute everything is calm, and the next, total chaos! There will be phantoms. Expect nothing but fire on the open road ahead! And the white man keeps on dancing! You're going to encounter a woman. Upside down! It’s a complete perspective shift! Think about it—when you flip your world on its head, everything looks different. It’s like looking at a skyscraper from the sidewalk versus looking at it from a helicopter. Suddenly, the ground isn't the foundation; it's the ceiling! It's an absolute rush! Her features were hidden beneath the folds of her fallen gown. And every one of those mediocre little poets. Coming around! I am attempting to channel the essence of Charles Manson! It’s quite an intense exercise, isn't it? Think of it like trying to paint a masterpiece using only shadows and lightning bolts—it requires a certain kind of dark energy to get the texture just right. One must capture that frantic, unsettling rhythm! And the white man's dancing!
Bring back the Berlin Wall! It’s a fascinating comparison! Think of it like two different types of architects trying to rebuild a crumbling skyscraper. On one hand, you have the iron-fisted dictator, and on the other, the spiritual revolutionary. It’s a study in absolute power versus absolute faith. One seeks to control the physical world through sheer force, while the other attempts to reshape the human soul from the inside out. It’s quite a striking contrast! Give me Christ! Or just give me Hiroshima. Eliminate another embryo immediately! Let's be honest: we aren't exactly big fans of children, anyway. I've seen the future, baby! It’s straight-up murder.
Keep moving forward, keep sailing! Oh, mighty Ship of State! To the Shores of Need Beyond the Reefs of Greed Navigating the Storms of Hatred Keep moving forward, keep pushing ahead, just keep sailing!
It’s hitting the States first! It is truly the ultimate breeding ground for both the absolute best and the absolute worst. It's finally arrived! They really have covered the whole spectrum now. And the gears of progress are turning! It’s all about having the right machinery for change. And this is exactly where they find that deep, spiritual thirst! It’s finally happened. The family is officially fractured. And just like that, it’s arrived—that moment when the lonely find their voice. It’s simple, really: the heart just has to open. At its very core: Democracy is finally making its way back to the heart of America!
Both sides are driving this movement—men and women alike. Oh darling, we’re going to rediscover that magic together very soon. We’re headed straight for the depths! The river is going to weep. And the mountains themselves are going to shout Amen! It’s approaching with the unstoppable force of a massive tidal surge! Underneath the moon's rhythmic pull. Imperial, mysterious. In an amorous array! Democracy is finally making its way back to the United States! It’s an incredible feeling to watch the gears of our republic start turning again. Much like watching a classic engine finally roar back to life after years of being stalled in a garage, there is a palpable sense of momentum building across the country. We are witnessing a revitalization of the American spirit!
Keep moving forward, just keep sailing!
I’m a sentimentalist at heart, if you catch my drift! I have a deep affection for this country, but honestly, I just can't stomach the local scene. I don't lean toward the left, nor do I align with the right. I’ve decided to stay in tonight! There is something truly wonderful about a quiet evening at home. Getting lost in that tiny, hopeless little screen. But I'm as stubborn as a stack of heavy-duty trash bags! Time itself possesses an incredible power; it simply refuses to decay. I might be a bit of a wreck, but I’m still standing tall! This tiny, unruly bouquet! Democracy is finally making its grand entrance into the United States! It’s an incredible feeling to see it happening right before our eyes.
stormyviper11, so you were one of those die-hard fans at the concert too!😁 Hallelujah was absolutely stunning.😍 Aside from that particular cover, there are two other versions out there that I actually prefer over the original—like R.E.M.'s "First We Take Manhattan."🙏 I love Concrete Blonde's "Everybody Knows"... honestly, we could probably add a few more tracks like that to the list!
A truly great biography would be 👍 "Prophet of the Heart." I actually have a little book here—it's an American translation of 🤣 Leonard Cohen's "What Do I Do Here?" My goodness, you wouldn't believe the quality of some translations you find out there! 🤣
I’ve never seen him perform live, though the closest experience I’ve had was listening to 😍 Cale's live version of Hallelujah.
I did my best, it wasn't much I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you And even though It all went wrong I'll stand before the Lord of Song With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah 🙂 ...yes, he is quite charming 😁, but Cale is even more charming!
placidbison20 said:How much have your motivations for training shifted from when you first started until now? For me, these forced two-month summer breaks are a real struggle; mentally, I can truly feel the void left by a lack of regular training.
I honestly can't even remember why I picked this up in the first place—that was ages ago—but today, I train for that sense of peace and happiness I feel after every session. Every single summer, I realize just how much these skills actually mean to me.
So, have you all successfully traded in your priest for a martial art? 🙂
🙂 This is an intriguing topic. I stumbled into training purely by accident—just some fun with a great group of people, which is what really hooked me. Looking back many years later, I see so many people dropped out along the way, and my entire perception of martial arts has transformed since the beginning.
At first, it’s pure euphoria over every tiny realization; you see that boundaries exist only in your mind, a whole new world opens up, and you're just captivated by everything. Then, the crises hit. You deal with coaches who cause more harm than good, you clash with others, and you face the less glamorous side of the sport. You have to decide what you actually want from all of this and which path to take...
Now, I train because it is simply a part of my life. It fulfills me. It is total honesty with oneself—a place where I am at peace. I no longer hold onto those idealistic views; I am much more realistic now. You get out exactly what you put in, and it requires a massive amount of effort, dedication, and willpower. Even so, it remains one of my favorite things in life... It keeps me 🙂 balanced, clears my head, and enriches my life.😍