She’s from Jersey. And the great thing is this song has a combination of American slang and Korean language. I like how in that aspect, they seemed to have kept her American-Korean background.
For the strange murky in between of not belonging here nor there for a lot of races, this is something exciting for us.
Raise The Red Lantern is eerie in a completely comprehensible way. I went into watching a lot of the films I have this past week with a blind eye- not knowing what to expect. Between the interchange of Cantonese to Mandarin of each film, sometimes I forgot what period and what time I was watching.
But Raise The Red Lantern went beyond mere gun shooting and kung fu fighting. What lay beneath the smiles and superficiality was true lack of loyalty, humanity, and morality.
I think it’s fair to say that even in a somewhat feudal setting (ok, it wasn’t entirely feudal; technically it was to have been set in the 20’s but let’s be real— the ideology was completely feudal) you can still have the same basics that people are always interested in (by people, I mean audience).
How does a director go about shooting for something that deep? How does a writer go about writing for something that cynical about life itself?
I don’t think I should say it has a negative connotation. Ironically the number four incites the idea of death in Chinese, so I knew that starting the movie there was going to be bad luck, especially when I saw the deal of characters between each concubine. Rather, I think it would be more…phenomenological to say that the movie depicts traits in people that exist.
We all go about our daily lives smiling and appearing everything is okay.
At the end of the day we come back home and we do not don the clothes of superficiality. No mask, no facade.
It occurred to me that if the man had just one wife, wouldn’t this have been less of a burden? Of course, the man would have to relieve his sexual tension elsewhere (dear god, when it wasn’t a mistress, it was a servant)— so I think it’s really actually ok to point the blame at the master who ran this whole thing to begin with.
Does that mean that the institution- the man- is always the one to blame?
My mind is coming blank with the amount of Chinese movies I’ve seen this past week. But seriously, I think there’s something deeper than the language, the cheap 80’s look of some of the films. I really enjoy the way Chinese directors/producers/writers zoom in on the character of a person. It really makes them stand out; come alive.
I really want to work on my image— let’s see if I can follow through!
(Source: worlds-secrets)
I tell myself it’s okay, tomorrow’s another day—
pick yourself back up again.
And yet, I’m still scared. I’m scared to be courageous, courageous for others, courageous for myself.
I don’t want to unveil and I know I have to.
Personally, I know I have to.
in what makes someone change from one emotion to the next
in the gap between self and societal facade
in going into the heat.
you’ve memorized too many things and you’re unsure of what will appear out of your mouth at the next audition you have.
—Sonya, from Anton Chekhov’s Uncle Vanya
Belly Mumba Emerson College 2013 Bfa Acting class :) Represent~!
