Bar 84
My accomplice shared the same description with the crime scene:
Expensive in a chic and muted manner.
A ton of quiet charm.
Polished subtlety.
In the car, we enjoyed a pretty, silly, politically incorrect song.
Honest, naive, and honestly naive lyrics.
The girl who wanted to grow up and become a drug addict.
I took a wrong turn but we still managed to get there in time.
For two cats who always dropped off diamonds at each other's doorstep, the place looked purrrfect.
slim, amber lamps.
soft.
mood.
sofas in luxurious browns.
small, quiet, floating candlelights on the table.
stainless steel ash-trays. spotless.
old jazz. wafting. Idly by.
She remarked with delight the instant she got a peek at the stylish interiors from outside.
The place was plush.
First person we see, when we enter, looked like the boss of the bar. He was standing behind the bar-counter chatting heartily with some customers.
He paused, mid-conversation, and took a look at the cats that had stumbled into his territory. I thought he seemed surprised to see us. Or maybe, more specifically, surprised to see me.
Me,
Pale cream-cheese yellow & pastel green, fat horizontal stripes. Long-sleeved top. Messy head of brown tossed with ash blonde highlights. Candy ring on my index.
More fun than a bun,
But still,
Quite apparently a fish in the wrong tank.
(Wrong kinda nightspot for you, sonny?)
But the boss-looking person didn't actually say anything. Neither did he order anyone to politely escort us out of his den. He simply smiled, nodded, and carried on entertaining the people around him in fluent Japanese. The waiter, on cue, walked over and got us seats.
I knew there was a lot we could steal, but we took our time.
The Kir Royal and American Lemonade will not run away.
Our modus operandi was simple: Play ping-pong. Shake a little seaweed.
42 times 2
That's why, it's Bar 84.
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Pointless Stuff
Really pointless (and kinda scary) shit :
Hacking into other people's email/blog accounts in other to destroy their memories and hardwork.
Still believing that we can "fight the terrorists" by fighting in Iraq.
Blaming others for your problems.
Driving almost 3 times faster than the speed limit because you are tired and really need to go back home to sleep.
Not believing in love.
Believing in hate.
Breasts & Beasts: High Society
"The time to make up your mind about people is never" said Tracy Lord in "High Society."
Many people have made up their minds though, about the
breast-baring liberal, the
mucking-around-malaysian, and
The-Girl-In-Pink-Who-Can't-Keep-Up.
The whole fracas, that was kicked up because of a breast-baring incident amongst the Sg Blogarati, has been simply that:
a fracas.
I'd say something more. But I've already wasted enough time indulging my paparazzi-curiosity. Reading time last night was spent scouring through the Sg blogosphere, in an attempt to find out what happened in that private function room after the inaugural Bloggers dot Sg convention.
In a nut-shell (a haphazard guess & summary) :
1) A liberal, did something liberal, in a private context.
2) Men (and maybe some women) hooted.
3)
A hairy-chested man grinned and did something somewhat idiotic later on in his blog.
4) The-Girl-In-Pink
responded.
5) Someone came up with a weirdy "Project Free Speech" thingy
6) That thingy is a mutant combo of gospel-meets-gossip, strange-social-experiment,
psychotic blog-stalking and horrible-waste-of-time.
In the midst of all this,
some very smart blogs (NOT THIS ONE HOR) have been left lonely at the bar while eyeballs get drawn to nipples, nitpicking and nefarious nonsense.
To them, these blogs that are
champagne for the brain, I dedicate Robbie William's rendition of "Well Did you Evah!"
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I have heard among this clan,
You are called the forgotten man
(is that what they’re saying, well did you evah!)
(what a swell party this is)
And have you heard the story of,
A boy, a girl, unrequited love
(sounds like your soap opera~)
I may cry ...
(tune in tomorrow)
(what a swell party this is)
(what frails, what frocks) what broads!
(what furs, what rocks!) they’re bootiful.
(why I’ve never seen such gaity) neither have i.
(it’s all just too, too risque really)
This french~ champagne
(so good for the brain)
thats what I was going to say.
(you know you’re a brilliant fellow? ) why thank you
(pick up jack.)
Please don’t eat that glass my friend
(have you heard, about dear blanche? )
(got run down by an avalanche) no!
(oh don’t worry, she’s a game girl you know, got up and finished 4th)
The kids got guts. (having a nice time? grab a line!)
Have you heard that mimsie starr
(what now?)
She got pinched in the assss~tor bar
...
(not again aye~)
She was stoned~!
Well, did you evah? (never!)
WHAT A SWELL PARTY THIS IS!
hey, check out that lass.
that's a lovely dress...
(u think I can talk her out of it?)
It’s great,
(aahh it's great...)
so grand! (so grand...)
It’s wa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...
Wonderland!
La La~ da da da......
(we sing,)
Oh we sing..
(so rare) so rare
(like old camembert)
(like baba au rhum!)
ba ba ba BUM~
Don’t dig that kind of croning chum!
Have you heard? it’s in the stars
NEXT JULY WE COLLIDE WITH MARS!~
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party, a swell party!!
A swelligant! elegant! Paaarty this is!
(I drink to your health)
Naaaw, lets drink to your wealth
(you’re my bon’amie) hey, thats french
A liberty fraternity
Have you heard? it’s in the stars
NEXT JULY WE COLLIDE WITH MARS!~
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party...
a swell party...
A swelligant! elegant! Paaarty this is!
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Nightmare From Utopia
What if I wake up screaming, in tears, in a beautiful bed, with a beautiful wife and a beautiful life?
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I found this
nifty Japanese architectural design site on
Styleboost.com.It has this section where you can get a 3D virtual tour of a dream apartment they are building.
To navigate around the interiors, you move the "standard family" package they have provided you with. You can put mum in the study, dad in the kitchen, and the kids in their bedrooms.
Or like me, you can put them all into one unnamed section on the ground floor, get creative with Photoshop, throw in some inspiration that you gathered from
the French film "Love Me If You Dare"......
and share with the world: your
"Nightmare from Utopia."Maybe it's the young male hormones speaking;
Maybe it's the
postmodernist prescriptions ;
Maybe I'm just curious if
mrbrown, and other flat-dwelling, COE-paying fathers like him, are
Complacent,
Condemned, or
Complete.
I really loved that film,
"Love Me If You Dare." 
I loved how
Julien and Sophie were so intensely aware of the fact that they were the only ones in the world who could truly
hurt/cherish/destroy/free each other.
I loved the notion that in an alternate universe, they would grow old together, sit side by side under the tree in the late afternoon breeze, and look lovingly into each other's eyes.
I loved the mellow "La vie en Rose" by Louis Armstrong.
I loved how Julien and Sophie fought all our stupid notions of monogamy, love, marriage, social ties, rules and appropriate behaviour.
I loved the game they played...
but I hated the way their game ended; the way they chose death as their path to ultimate victory.
Which is why I'm scared.
Because I don't think I have their courage.
I might not win the game.
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Four Loans. Two Kids. Three Fucks a week
One wife. One house. One car.
Sum of my fears, thus far.--- meekia modern man (deciphering the Singaporean dream)
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Digital David
Do you believe in a
Digital Dystopia? Or are you a techno-evangelist who believes the Web, the Net and the Tech, are gospels?
I am definitely not your standard walking encyclopedia for biblical references. But I do remember the synopsis of David's story...at least vaguely.
It was a story about courage and righteousness. It was a tale that told of a world where overwhelmingly strong bullies do not always triumph.
GenerationDotcom seems to be living in a world like that as well.
These days,
web-clips/blog entries/assorted personal web content-creations are really like the slings and rocks we web-users use to fight the Gate-keeping Goliaths.
(These Goliaths! They treat us like we are monkeys...feeding us half-truths and labelling them as "peanuts"...)
I've noticed the slow, but steady emergence of Digital Davids* in Singapore. They hurl a different kind of rock and rock a different kind of
stone(d.)
The works of these
modern individuals are peppered with humour and
an understanding of local sensitivities.(*Note to feminist linguists: 'David' is a generic reference point in this discussion)
They do not seek the jungle's law, chaos, or destruction (They are just looking for
sex,
worship, and
ego trips!).
It seems their true search is for justice (or something like that), and the chance to either make light of, or
bring light to, the issues they care about.
Still, Generation Dotcom's tech-gifts are all stacked in a pandora's box.
What will happen, when everyone gets fired up for the wrong reason?
I hope we don't lose sight of Paradise.
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The Machine itself controls everything. Vashti’s comfortable little cell, like millions of others, has everything she could ever possibly need: “There were buttons and switches everywhere—buttons to call for food, for music, for clothing. There was the hot-bath button.... There was the cold bath button. There was the button that produced literature, and there were of course the buttons by which she communicated with her friends.”Technorati Tags:
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The Baby Vamp!
If you love to talk about sex, and happen to be a connoisseur of the black & white Hollywood era, you might know who she is.
The Baby Vamp: Mae West
For the uninitiated, well,
Madame Mae would've put Britney, Paris and Christina to shame with her legendary sultry savviness. Mae West was definitely a naughty girl, but she was really in a league of her own.
Sarong Party Girl is fun and interesting I'm sure, but give me Mae, any day.
Talking about sex,
to Madame Mae, was "a basic human rights issue." And the suave, progressive way she handled the topic made her a legend.
(Stuff she said will still make a big bunch of Singaporeans blush I assure you)
How sultry was Mae West?She earned the nickname "The Baby Vamp" at the Michael-Jackson-Lawsuit age of 12, with her lascivious dance moves in vaudeville. When she was 34, she went to jail for 10 days because of "public obscenity."
How cool was Mae West?While incarcerated on
Welfare Island, she was allowed to wear her silk panties instead of the scratchy prison issue. She served a mere eight days, with two days off for
good behavior.
She did not like her small role in the film "Night After Night," but was appeased when she was allowed to rewrite her lines. In her first scene, a coat check girl exclaimed, "
Goodness, what lovely diamonds."
West became an instant sensation when she replied, "
Goodness had nothing to do with it, dearie." --
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Here's a list of classic Mae West-isms I stole from my blog pal, the fierocious journalist-to-be,
Irene.
Enjoy!
"Why don't you come on up and see me sometime...when I've got nothin' on but the radio.""A hard man...is good to find."
"When I'm good I'm very good, but when I'm bad I'm better."
"It's not the men in my life that counts -- it's the life in my men."
"I go for two kinds of men. The kind with muscles, and the kind without."
"So many men... so little time!"
"Too much of a good thing... can be wonderful!"
"A man in love is like a clipped coupon -- it's time to cash in!"
"Marriage is a fine institution, but I'm not ready for an institution."
"It's better to be looked over, than overlooked!"
"Good sex is like good Bridge... If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand."
"To err is human -- but it feels divine."
"His mother should have thrown him away...and kept the stork!"
"I don't like myself, I'm crazy about myself!"
"I like two kinds of men: domestic and imported."
"When a girl goes wrong, men go right... after her."
"I'm the lady who works at Paramount all day... and Fox all night."
"Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
"I used to be Snow White... but I drifted."
"Save a boyfriend for a rainy day, and another, in case it doesn't rain."
"I've been rich and I've been poor... Believe me, rich is better!"
"It's hard to be funny...when you have to be ‘clean’."
"I like my clothes to be tight enough to show I'm a woman... but loose enough to show I'm a lady."
"She's the kind of girl who climbed the ladder of success... wrong by wrong."
"Those who are easily shocked... should be shocked more often."
"When choosing between two evils, I always like to try the one I've never tried before."
"You ought to get out of those wet clothes... and into a dry martini."
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NKF : The Movie
Presenting...
a joint production by
nineaugust.blogspot.com and willythecop.blogspot.com
THE NKF AFFAIRS.
Starring
Andy Lau as TT Durai
Kelly Chen as Mrs Go "Peanuts" Choke Thong
Leon Lai as SPH
B List Hongkie as RICHard YongTony Leong as Susan "VINDICATED!" Long
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Also available on DVD!
Check out special scenes previously unseen.
Alternative endings
"Fine...I'll leave...but I'll take the tap with me"
(In the original ending, Durai only took the entire board down with him!)
Censored love scenes
"peanuts?..."
(Mrs Go Choke Thong's break through performance ended up on the cutting floor. See her true colours here!)
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NKF Murdered Altrusim
The murderer of altruism in Sillypore has finally been found. With compelling evidence from CSII (Chief Sillypore Injustice Investigation), the Supreme Judge yesterday found NKF (Not-Klear-Fundings) guilty of drowning altruism with a golden tap.
"The honourable name of my grandfather is no longer" said Dulankia-Durai the 4th. The Sebei-Dulan-Durai family had always deemed the proceedings "a historical error of epic proportions" but following the convincing verdict, Dulankia-Durai the 4th finally conceded the 5 decade long legal battle with SPH (Sillypore Press Hole)
For years,
social scientists have been trying to understand the jaw-dropping hatred for volunteerism and charitable action in Sillypore.
Many theories have been put forth by theologists, political analysts and taxi-drivers but none could explain the determination with which Singapore hung on to the global number 1 spot for least amount of donations to charity per capita.
In 2054, Sillyporeans, for the 12th consecutive year, donated exactly ZERO dollars to the needy.
"Things were never the same after they added another 'S' to the Great Sillypore Sale. What began as a summer retail gimmick became a money-sucking blackhole. The Great SLUTTY Sillypore Sale, marketed by SPG Inc., convinced Sillyporeans that they were better off buying Astroglide, whips and candles” noted Professor KiNG Kong Kiang, the first Singaporean to win the Noble Literature Prize with a comic book (filled with poetry).
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Sales for sexy things went up, and donations to tear-jerking-circuses went down. The Sillyapore government was worried for a while but the booming birthrates (and the thought of millions of new taxpayers born each year! woohoo!) more than made up for the lack of social empathy amongst the Unknown Citizens.”
In his usual elaborate fashion, Professor KiNG detailed NKF’s role in the murder of altruism:
“While the G.S.S.S was an important Socio-Cultural factor, the landmark event that kick-started it all had to be the NKF and SPH legal proceedings that began in 2005. The evil deeds committed by both parties were constantly unveiled to a shocked public. Eventually, shock became despair, despair became hatred and hatred became the catalyst for drastic social change.
NKF killed altrism, and we started having more sex.”
“The NKF versus SPH lawsuit essentially seeded the GTR (Gorgeous Tremendous Revolution). In the late 2010s, a bunch of young Sillyporeans, all driving illegally modified vehicles, finally had enough of all the nonsense in Sillypore and decided to do something. They labelled themselves the B.E.A.T (bo-chup, enlightened, angry, teensters) generation and launched a grand social experiment that rivaled China's Cultural Revolution. The GTR culminated in The Great Enlightening (which coincided with the 1st G.S.S.S) and
altruistic financial action became a shocking social crime thereafter.
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I'm so fucking glad I've never donated a cent to NKF" declared Mr BoBo Budak Junior, world-famous kitchen appliances designer and winner of "The Singapore Success Prize" 2054.
"My great-grandmother used to tell me and my cousins stories about 'The Evil Mr TTD' and she would always end her tales with that proud statement. In fact,
I've never donated a single fucking cent to anyone. It's become a noble Budak family tradition." Mr. BBBJ's words echoes the sentiments of those who grew up during years of The Great Enlightening and the GTR.
“All the money that we spend on sex, and on our babies, and their education, we will never donate to anyone” shared Miss Izzy 42nd, grand heiress to the SPG Inc. queendom who will take over in 2056.
“The only people that deserve 12-month bonuses are creative entrepreneurs like myself, and great politicians like Lee-DoubleM-The-First.
No one should get rich asking for money on behalf of needy people. TTD was on his way towards the league of Mao and Hitler. Thank god SPH pressed his hairy black hole in time, and stopped him from sucking in MORE money...” added Miss Izzy 42nd’s mother, the billionaire CEOyster* Mdm Izzy-Blitzy-the-zzy 41st.
Perhaps, the sentiments of Raul Tan, Eurasian Sillyporean taxi driver**, summarized the opinions of most locals.
“The legal battle indirectly created a Sillypore revolution. Because Sillyporeans stopped spending on altruism, they now had amazing amounts of money for art, sex, poetry and tech-gadgets. Most importantly, they now have money to take cabs to cafes for important discussions on culture and politics. Altruism died, and we all benefited. In a strange way, I am thankful to NKF.”
2055. 13 July.
Hitchhiker Guide Entry - #4686167-FMAH-Sillypore-Supreme-Court
End of Hitchhiker entry.
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Sidenotes:
* Feminists finally won the war against patriarchal labels in 2036. A humorous Harvard Third Wave feminist-poet changed the corporate leader tag from CEO to CEOyster (pronounced SEA-Oyster or SEE-Oyster). “
I thought it was a cute analogy for what men would see when they get on their knees, and what they should eat more to get the necessary nutrients and energy to serve us” said a wrinkled Dr. Paris Hilton (yes, she left the celebrity life behind and pursued her PhD in Literature from Harvard).
** Sillyporeans got so sick of Eurasians by the mid 2020s (because of all the media exposure they garnered from advertising, modelling, stardom etc), that by 2055, the only jobs these beautiful creatures could get were blue-collar gigs.
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Swallowing. Initial D-ick!
Wedding dinners are surreal experiences for Singaporean couples. You see the grey teamsters smiling at the young couple on stage, happy that someone younger, with more lifestyle options, chose to follow in their footsteps. And then you see the young couples smiling and applauding around you, and you can see them in the same wedding outfits some day...
TP155 and I attended her colleague's blissful banquet tonight and flashes of what might be in store in the future whizzed around in my head. I saw couples with cute rug-rats, couples who kept their cute rug-rats at home, couples who looked like rug-rats, and well, couples who were as playful as rug-rats and ended up with a lot of baby rug-rats as a result.
The young mothers seated in my vicinity, all looked pretty hot so rug-rats destroying the beauty of the mother-rat wasn't a big worry. The thing that crept into my head, was, well, standard poison for any young man who isn't blinded by the romantic cliches sold to us by the pop-C machine.
Why marriage?
(I can hear the elders, the politicians, and the wedding planning companies collectively sighing.)
(Why not?)
Well...marriage is cool. I have nothing against marriage, or people who want to get married. Bless 'em, kiss 'em, hug 'em!
I'm just a young chap who hasn't made up his mind...about the future, about everything.
To drift? Or not to drift. He chose to drift.What wedding dinners do, is present to you, splendidly real snap-shots of the future.
I see:
The wedding planner staring at me.
The parents. The bookings. The menu selection. The gowns. The HDB flat,
THE RUG-RATS...
Oh, don't get me wrong. I lurrrrrrrrrrrrve the little, running-around, drooling, crying thingamatodds. I often work with them due to the nature of my work (kids events, children's TV shows). But there's a difference between playing the friendly happy clown for a few hours at work, and playing the shit-cleaning, pee-wiping, advice-spewing father.
You know, what did appeal to me though, was the torrid amount of bonking you could expect after the dinner, during the honeymoon, and (my guess, at least) the first 2-years.
But well, these days, strawberries are usually eaten before the wedding cake. Nobody waits for the fruit anymore... People head straight for the juice. Wedding was never about the torrid bonking anyway, c'mon. Aren't we talking about legal recognition, social culmination, ideological combination?
Anyway, speaking of Head. and Juice.
The Very Funny One was seated next to me and TP155, and Thank God! for his generous shovels of adult humour. SWB (good friend of The VF one) was there and she chimed in splendidly.
Marriage and rug-rats aside, the (juicy!) process of getting there is
always a great ride isn't it?
Speaking of Head. Juice. and Rides.
VF One and SWB somehow drift-ed (飘移!） from swallowing, to "gear-stick" manouvres to Initial D(ick) jokes.
我不是
陈冠鸡 !
All the boisterous banter made for a lovely distraction to the trail of thoughts on marriage issues of course, although I'd have to say the red wine certainly lent a helping hand.
To matrimony, freedom of choice, and...swallowing.
Bottoms up!
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April Scott is hot
Someone is crying out for authenticity.Of course,
the extremely authentic thing to do, when you decry
the mass manufactured world we live in, is to quote a few lines from "
Fight Club." That's just standard protocol.
But protocol aside, there's always room for
The Superficial.via hedonistica.com, i discovered thesuperficial.com.
and via thesuperficial.com,
i found out about April Scott.
April Scott is hot.Yea, sure, tell me my sense of physical aesthetics has been seriously poisoned by the Western pop culture edifice.
Of course, go ahead and tell me about the oppressive standards perpetuated by the media phallus.
Yes, yes, and yes. Oh, are we talking about Third-Wave feminism yet?
C'mon, I'm sure there's someone who will cherish and celebrate that 300-pound lady with leg hair and thick armpit bushes.
(I really am, pretty-damn, sure! Why does everything have to become a feminist ideologue???)
So give me a break, and let me indulge in a little (possibly sillicone-enhanced) pleasure.
Guataca~!
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Impossible is easy.
Very Cool 2005 Adidas ad.
View it here.For the tech-niks, digi-wizards, and media maestros, you can check out how this spot was created by reading the attached article below.
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framestore cfc makes the 'impossible' look easy
If you had to find a new way to represent the raw energy, the elemental skills, and the essence of the combat that takes place on a football field, how would you go about it? How about removing the ground altogether, leaving only the lines that define the playing area? Then recreate these lines as metallic rails suspended in a dark but spot lit space. Then have a set of top players demonstrating their extreme talents whilst running and jumping along these rails. If all this sounds a bit…well…impossible, then you'll also need a first class visual effects team to get it on screen. Cue Framestore CFC…
'Impossible Field' is the new 60 second spot for Adidas, which starts airing in the UK on 1st July 2005. Directed by Daniel Kleinman and produced by Johnny Frankel for Kleinman Productions, the spot was created by the international agency 180, which is based in Amsterdam.
With the camera moving above and below it, the steel grid is revealed under the spotlights. Nets unfurl, and the players jog on to the impossible field. Six international stars – Beckham among them - line up against a horde of red clad opponents. This does not appear to be a fair fight. Kick-off sees the silver football launched across the spaces between the lines, and the players charge along the perilously narrow rails. Our heroes duck, weave and leap past their opponents, leaving a wake of opponents plunging into the darkness behind them. Sparks fly from their studs, as our stars perform a series of stunts that often look more like they belong in a kung-fu film than on a football field. With a final mid-air flourish, the ball is belted with such force that it drives the goalkeeper back into the net, which is sent flying back down into the darkness. The tag, 'Impossible is Nothing', appears, followed by the Adidas logo.
VFX Supervisor William Bartlett oversaw the project for Framestore CFC. "We started work around Christmas 2004," he recalls, "This was one job where getting the previs right was absolutely crucial. With several different sets to shoot on, limited time available from the stars, and a series of very precise shots to capture, the shoot had to be set up as perfectly as possible." Senior Inferno Artists Avtar Bains and Stephane Allender created the previs – essentially a series of stickmen figures performing the planned moves – that gave Bartlett and Kleinman the information they needed to plan their shoot.
The shoot itself took place over seven days in a large studio in Madrid. The entire space was painted blue, to save manoeuvring blue screens around all the different set ups. There were several sets, each designed for different types of shot. "The beams on which the players were running were wooden – we replaced them all in post," explains Bartlett, "We had floor sets, with a beam running along with the floor on one side and a drop on the other, with crash mats. Then we had a beam that was two metres up in the air with a drop on both sides; and then we had another beam that was 4m up in the air – this was the circular one that had bits we could move in and out. We also had a high beam that was 7m up in the air."
Each of the stars was allocated six shots, and each was planned down to the last move. Says Bartlett, "These guys have schedules that you wouldn't believe, so when they turned up we had to be ready to go. We had already set the camera's positions on the set, marked up on the floor, and we knew exactly what camera shot we wanted. With Beckham, for example, we finished with him in 2 hours, which was actually early. Appearances notwithstanding, none of the star players was in the studio at the same time as any of the others."
Bartlett's post work in Inferno took some nine weeks. "It was longer then you might expect for a 60 second spot," he says, "But then 'Impossible Field' contains nearly 100 shots – perhaps double what you'd normally see in this sort of commercial. It's great, actually, because it means that it really repays multiple viewings – you keep noticing new things each time."
Although essentially a 2D job, Bartlett turned to the Framestore CFC 3D team for a few crucial components. "The ball in some shots, the beams – which we crafted quite carefully to look like slightly scuffed steel, the net in the final shots, and the studs on many of the players feet; these were all 3D elements."
The agency mood boards had referenced 'Crouching Tiger' and 'Kill Bill', and these are certainly present in the final spot. But the set, the design, the shots, the edit and – casting modesty aside for a moment – the visual effects in many ways deserve equal billing with the action in 'Impossible Field', which is surely the most thrilling and beautiful spot to appear this year. Dean Maryon, 180’s Creative Director and Art Director for the project, was delighted with the results. "It's a very unforgiving idea," he notes, "Up to the last few days we weren’t sure if we could pull it off. But Framestore CFC did an amazing job. You totally believe the environment and the physics of what you’re seeing – which is the key to the whole experience."
Adidas 'Impossible Field' Agency 180 Amsterdam
Creative Director Dean Maryon
Executive Creative Director Andy Fackrell
Agency Producer Tony Stearns
Copywriter Benjamin Abramowitz
Production Company Kleinman Productions
Production Company Producer Johnnie Frankel
Director Daniel Kleinman
Production Manager James Hatcher
Production Designer John Ebden
Editor Steve Gandolfi
For Framestore CFC VFX Supervisor William Bartlett
Inferno Assistant Chris Redding
CG Lead Simon Stoney
CG Dean Robinson, Laura Dias
Matte Artists Nicha Kumkeaw, Daria Ashley
Spirit Operator Matthew Turner
Post Producer Scott Griffin
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Ezekiel 25:17
It's one thing to walk the earth...
and another to think you're a shepherd.
There is my truth.
There is your truth.
And then, there is, the truth.
You are free to unload your righteousness, on me, or her, or them.
Your tyrannical righteous,
nonsense.
red tape, lights, action ahead.
Saw red,
and pined for blood.
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ya' know, if only Vincent shared Jules' ephiphany.
Wouldn't that be great?
The Amsterdam-leaving,heroin-shootin, book-carrying gun-man.
He lives. Reads his yellow book. Shoots the breeze.
Too bad.
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Pumpkin looks in the bag and -- sure enough -- there's a
wallet with "Bad Motherfucker" embroidered on it.
JULES
That's my bad motherfucker. Now
open it up and take out the cash.
How much is there?
PUMPKIN
About fifteen hundred dollars.
JULES
Put it in your pocket, it's yours.
Now with the rest of them wallets
and the register, that makes this a
pretty successful little score.
VINCENT
Jules, if you give this nimrod
fifteen hundred buck, I'm gonna
shoot 'em on general principle.
JULES
You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing,
now hang back and shut the fuck up.
Besides, I ain't givin' it to him.
I'm buyin' somethin' for my money.
Wanna know what I'm buyin' Ringo?
PUMPKIN
What?
JULES
Your life. I'm givin' you that
money so I don't hafta kill your
ass. You read the Bible?
PUMPKIN
Not regularly.
JULES
There's a passage I got memorized.
Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the
righteous man is beset on all sides
by the inequities of the selfish
and the tyranny of evil men.
Blessed is he who, in the name of
charity and good will, shepherds
the weak through the valley of the
darkness. For he is truly his
brother's keeper and the finder of
lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee
with great vengeance and furious
anger those who attempt to poison
and destroy my brothers. And you
will know I am the Lord when I lay
my vengeance upon you." I been
sayin' that shit for years. And if
you ever heard it, it meant your
ass. I never really questioned
what it meant. I thought it was
just a cold-blooded thing to say to
a motherfucker 'fore you popped a
cap in his ass. But some shit
I saw this mornin' made me think
twice. Now I'm thinkin', it could
mean you're the evil man. And I'm
the righteous man. And Mr. 9 milimeter
here, he's the shepherd protecting
my righteous ass in the valley of
darkness. Or, it could mean, you're
the righteous man and I'm the
shepherd and it's the world that's
evil and selfish. I'd like that.
But that shit ain't the truth. The
truth is you're the weak. And I'm
the tyranny of evil men. But I'm
tryin'. I'm tryin' real hard to be
a shepherd.
Jules lowers his gun, lying it on the table.
Pumpkin looks at him, to the money in his hand, then to
Yolanda. She looks back.
Grabbing the trash bag full of wallets, the two stagger out of the
restaurant.
Jules, who was seated the whole time, takes a sip of coffee.
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Puplp Fiction
Stranger Things Happen
"Kafka on the shore" was illuminating. A thrilling ride. A glass of water.
"Stranger Things Happen" (by Kelly Link) looks inviting, but the book's title is not so nifty.
Editorial Review From Publishers Weekly
The 11 fantasies in this first collection from rising star Link are so quirky and exuberantly imagined that one is easily distracted from their surprisingly serious underpinnings of private pain and emotional estrangement.
In "Water Off a Black Dog's Back," a naive young man who has never known personal loss finds that the only way he can curry favor with his lover's physically afflicted family is to suffer a bizarre amputation.
The protagonist in "Travels with the Snow Queen" reconsiders her fairy-tale romance when she deconstructs the clich‚s of traditional fairy tales and realizes that their heroines inevitably sacrifice and suffer much more than their heroes do.
Link favors impersonal and potentially off-putting postmodern narrative approaches, but draws readers to the emotional core of her stories through vulnerable but brave characters who cope gamely with all the strangeness the world can throw their way. In the book's most effective tale, "Vanishing Act," a young girl's efforts to magically reunite herself with her distant family by withdrawing from the world around her poignantly calls attention to the spiritual vacancies and absence of affection in the family she stays with.
"The Specialist's Hat" features twin sisters whose morbid obsessions seems due as much to their father's parental neglect as their mother's death. Although a few of the selections seem little more than awkward freshman exercises in the absurd, the best shed a warm, weird light on their worlds, illuminating fresh perspectives and fantastic possibilities.
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