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Music and Movie Moment: Mulholland Drive — Rebekah del Rio, “Llorando”

Rebekah Del Rio – Llorando (“Crying” cover, Mulholland Drive)

Mulholland Drive (David Lynch, 2001). This track is a haunting, a capella, Spanish language cover by Rebekah Del Rio of the Roy Orbison song “Crying” (Orbison, Melson 1961). Some screencaps are from here, some are from here, and some are from TK on the lj. Some I took myself from the sneaksters who have managed to put a bit of this up on the youtube. Thanks to all sources.

Yo estaba bien por un tiempo volviendo a sonreír

I was all right for a while I could smile for awhile

Luego anoche te vi; tu mano me tocó y el saludo de tu voz

But I saw you last night, you held my hand so tight as you stopped to say hello

Y hablé muy bien y tú sin saber que he estado Llorando por tu amor, llorando por tu amor

Oh, you wished me well You couldn’t tell that I’ve been Crying over you, crying over you

Luego de tu adiós sentí todo mi dolor Sola y llorando, llorando, llorando.

You said, “So long,” left me standing all alone Alone and crying, crying, crying.

No es fácil de entender que al verte otra vez yo esté llorando.

It’s hard to understand but the touch of your hand Can start me crying.

Yo que pensé que te olvidé pero es verdad, es la verdad que te quiero aun más mucho más que ayer Dime tú que puedo hacer.

I thought that I was over you, but it’s true, oh, so true I love you even more than I did before. But darling, what can I do?

¿No me quieres ya? Y siempre estaré Llorando por tu amor llorando por tu amor

For you don’t love me, and I’ll always be Crying over you crying over you

Tu amor se llevó todo mi corazón Y quedo llorando, llorando, llorando Llorando por tu amor

Yes, now you’re gone, and from this moment on I’ll be crying, crying, crying, Crying over you

Purchase Mulholland Drive, a StudioCanal film, from amazon online or in person at some big, dreadful electronics discount store where they make their employees dress all alike and discourage self-expression while simultaneously crushing their professional ambitions and private dreams, or even someplace mind-numbingly similar but with a wider range of products to assuage your human misery at the altar of merciless soul-raping capitalism, Walmart or Target; whatever, I don’t care. I am just encouraging you to do this consumer bullshit so I don’t get sued. If it were up to me, David Lynch movies would be showing at most theaters everywhere always, so it’s tough for me to recommend virtually profitless small screen shenanigans. And by tough I mean I am going to go chew light bulbs now.

This movie will come up again, these are a really small handful of caps compared to the rest. I’ve just been blue and listening to this song a lot lately.

Movie Moment: “Inspiration Station,” Blade Runner and influenced detritus edition

Thinking about Daryl Hannah got me thinking about how I keep seeing stuff here and there in the last few years — yes, years, a) the older I get the faster the time goes, and b) that is how long it takes me to accept a pattern and my feelings about it — that reminds me of Blade Runner.

Pris in all her glory. Screencap from the movie via Napalm Jelly on the livejournal.

In case you are like me and consider super-famous-intellectual things that everyone recommends a pretentious, potentially boring burden to actually go look up (nothing raises my hackles like being told by someone I scarcely know that I “should” read or watch something: fuck you, my time is my own) and pursue viewing on your own, I will fill you in a tiny bit, cause this is one that I’m pleased to report I found for me was actually worth chasing down. The 1982 science-fiction/detective noir film is directed by Ridley Scott, and in it the excellent Daryl Hannah debuts in her first screen role as Pris, the acrobatically gifted/full-set-of-clothes-on-both-boobs-and-bajango-challenged Pleasure Replicant (happens to sexbots all the time — the poor girls got no clue how to simultaneously cover the upstairs and the downstairs).

Pris and another Pleasure Replicant. Workin’ it.

Sean Young is also featured in the film. You may remember her as that hot crazy chick who tried way too hard to get Tim Burton to let her play Catwoman in Batman Returns (psh, what kind of silly vintage-loving brunette gets obsessed by Catwoman; what a madcap and unheard of nutball). Now she is on reality tv shows, one was for being a country and western star and I think the other was to cope with her “alcoholism” or some shit — she seemed like fun to me when she was chugging that wine on the first show so whatever. Miss Young, who can scootch on down to my place any ol’ time for Funyuns, chardonnay, and old Julie Newmar episodes of Batman, plays the lead character’s love interest, Rachael in Blade Runner.

Screencap from the movie via Napalm Jelly on the livejournal.

Anyway, turns out the wheels of what I’d been seeing and the echoes I found in them of Blade Runner, which I haven’t seen in many years, may have been turning too slowly for me to notice until recently, but I was subconsciously smart enough to right-click and save a few of the things I saw. For examples:

Supermodel, “it” girl, and Panda Eraser’s second most-fave platinum blonde Agyness Deyn in Stockholm, Sweden, September 21, 2008.

Screencap from game via Julia Segal on the tumblr, around six or eight months ago.

The only “lovely” for now — she knows what she has to do to be billed as “talented” too — Miz Kat Dennings, rather clearly done up like Rachael the Replicant.

“Blast Off” by Peter Christian. Pleasure Replicant styling influence, I think.

… and one more of Kat Dennings from that same photoshoot cause ever since the Cappy brought her to my attention, she is up and coming on my list (don’t pretend like you don’t have a list).

Via No Smoking in the Skull Cave.

I’m not going to tell you that you “should” see Blade Runner. I will only say that I resisted, mainly because I was being stubborn and prejudiced, and when I finally gave in it turned out to be freaking sweet. I’d love for that to happen to someone else, because it’s a good feeling and it opened up my mind to not being such a reverse-discriminatory bitch about people’s “hipster” recommendations of popular esoteric things: turns out sometimes a thing has cool cult popularity because it deserves it, and I don’t need to disdain its countercultural cache. It’s okay to be on the bandwagon from time to time, even the small ones that scarcely anyone knows about and you suspect will be snobby. It’s a convoluted lesson, really, now that I look at it … sorry.

How to toast the competition: “I Dream of Jeannie” edition

I Dream of Jeannie and Barbara Eden would like to show you how to toast the competition.

That is how you make an entrance. Hasta la pasta, brunette.

JEANNIE: What was that one doing here, Master?
TONY: That one was my fiancee.
JEANNIE: (indignantly) Thou art kidding! … I can do much more for thee than she can.

Sold.

Screencaps and script from I Dream of Jeannie, Pilot, “The Lady in the Bottle,” final draft (December 2, 1964). Original airdate: September 18, 1965.

Sam Haskins Month, Day 3: Kate and Rosie

(Blondes and brunettes. They are a Thing.)










It’s not looking good for Rosie, eh? More to follow.

Ellen Von Unwerth — Please Do Not Feed the Talent edition

Ellen Von Unwerth, “Boardwalk Girls,” Art+Commerce portfolio, 1997.

“Achtung! Bitte ziehen Sie nicht die Modelle.”

(“Attention! Please do not feed the models.”)

“Attention ! Veuillez ne pas alimenter les modèles.”

You must not feed the talent.

Then they will just clamber all over the pier scrabbling for dropped popcorn and never go back to their natural environment to hunt in the wild, as God intended when he created models.

Daily Batman: Hipster fashion round-up

I know it is fun to make fun of hipsters, but you have to admit they are cute. I especially love the last picture. Girl friends: they are a thing!