Movie Millisecond: A nice bag of tricks

Newman’s Own Christmas List.

via tocaptureyou on the tumblr.

The Young Philadelphians (Vince Sherman, 1959).

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Ginsberg and Galliani edition

The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction

the weight,
the weight we carry
is love.

Who can deny?
In dreams
it touches
the body,
in thought
constructs
a miracle,
in imagination
anguishes
till born
in human–
looks out of the heart
burning with purity–
for the burden of life
is love,

but we carry the weight
wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love
at last,
must rest in the arms
of love.

No rest
without love,
no sleep
without dreams
of love–
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
or machines,
the final wish
is love
–cannot be bitter,
cannot deny,
cannot withhold
if denied:

the weight is too heavy

–must give
for no return
as thought
is given
in solitude
in all the excellence
of its excess.

The warm bodies
shine together
in the darkness,
the hand moves
to the center
of the flesh,
the skin trembles
in happiness
and the soul comes
joyful to the eye–

yes, yes,
that’s what
I wanted,
I always wanted,
I always wanted,
to return
to the body
where I was born.

(“Song” by Allan Ginsberg.)

All photos by Francesca Galliani.

Tevee time and Music Moment: Coupl’a’ Unlikely G’s — That Bald Sweaty Lawyer and The Girl He’s Sweet on, “Screw You.”

Nobody expects a ukulele!

Brain-asplodin’ cuteness.

God bless you, Ted. God bless you, Scrubs.

My sister-in-law and I used to have a running telephone gag where because of its glorious syndicated ubiquity — you could watch blocked hours at a time of it during the afternoon if you switched channels at the right half-hour — we would talk as though Scrubs were a new show of which we’d scarcely just now heard. It would go about like this:

“Helloooo! What are you doing?”

“Helloooo! I’m watching this situation comedy set in a hospital.”

“Really? What is it called?”

“Hmm. Docs or Duds or something.”

“Is it Scrubs, maybe?”

“Yes! Scrubs.”

“I’ve heard of that! That seems interesting.”

“It is! It’s even funny. Two of the doctors I think like each other.”

“Do you think they will ever get together, and then break up, and then do it over and over and over?”

“I have no idea — it’s a total mystery!”

“Gosh! I think I would like that. When can I catch it?”

“I’m not sure. It doesn’t seem like it’s on very often.”

Miss you, Christer. Muah. ♥

The Scrubs screencaps in this post come from fyeahscrubs! on the tumblr. When all the “Fuck yeah” tumblrs started, I was skeptical, but I find them increasingly great and this particular one has such awesome caps that I can go on there when I’m down and come out practically crying from laughing so hard. “You seem unhappy. I like that.” Thanks!

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 and Music Moment: “It Feels Like Christmas,” The Muppet Christmas Carol (1992)

It’s in the singing of the street corner choir…

Music Moment: The Song Remains the Same, “Twilight Time,” by Los Cincos Latinos

Asking me to pick a favorite movie, band, or book is a task that will tie me in knots for hours. But asking me to pick a favorite song? Easy peasy, rice and cheesey! My favorite song of all time is “Twilight Time,” by the Platters. I have just under ten thousand covers (rough estimate), but this is one of my faves, by south of the border ’60’s act Los Cincos Latinos.

Los Cincos Latinos feat. Estela Raval – La Hora del Crepúsculo

In español, it is “La Hora del Crepúsculo.” Expect to hear many more covers of this number in the coming weeks.

Spanish lyrics which are totally different from the original Platters version by, to the best of my knowledge, the Cincos Latinos; shitty rough English translation all mine and I alone am to blame for dropped nuances, etc.

Cuando el sol enamorado la luna ve
Es un crepúsculo dorado la cita fiel
Y anuncia así que llega al fin al corazón
Callada la hora del amor

(When the sun, in love, sees the moon
It is the golden twilight of a fateful encounter
And it announces the intent
to still the heart in this, the hour of love)

Cuando dos almas que se esperan
Se encuentran ya
En un anhelo de esperanza se unirán
Buscando siempre en el amor
La gran verdad
que debe traer felicidad

(When two souls in anticipation
Meet, already hoping to be united,
Having looked always for love:
The greatest truth
that should bring happiness)

Y ya nunca el corazón
Jamás podrá latir sin ti, sin ti
Que si termina la ilusión,
Hoy dulce realidad por ti, por ti

(And already my heart will always
Howl out without you, without you*
If this illusion were to end,
The sweet reality of now, of you, of you)

Cuando el sol enamorado la luna ve
Es un crepúsculo dorado la cita fiel
Y anuncia así que llega al fin al corazón
Callada la hora del amor

(When the sun, in love, sees the moon
It is the golden twilight of a fateful encounter
And it announces the intent
to still the heart in this, the hour of love)

Cuando el sol enamorado la luna ve
Es un crepúsculo dorado la cita fiel
Y anuncia así que llega al fin al corazón
Callada la hora del amor

(When the sun, in love, sees the moon
It is the golden twilight of a fateful encounter
And it announces the intent
to still the heart in this, the hour of love)

(repeats again after instrumental interlude and key change)

*¡Ten cuidad! Do not be fooled by the romantic language characteristic of the double negative: the direct translation was, like, “my heart will always never bark without you,” or something, but the meaning was what I wrote … I think.