MOVIE: “Random acts of violence” – Ashley Cahill (2013)

MOVIE: “Random acts of violence” – Ashley Cahill (2013)
Random Acts of Violence 2013 - 1Malcolm is sure of a thing: in 70s/80s New York was a better place since the amount of violence in the city was taking low the rents of the houses and the lifestyle, so a lot of artists and creative people were living there. Now the life became easier and the city is gentrified, it has lost the dangerous status and with it the interesting people.
His project is to start a revolution to get the city back at that ambient, and in his mind it’s possible only making rise again the number of crimes, so he starts to randomly murder people. Since this is a very ambitious project, he goes around with a troupe filming a documentary about him and his “revolution”.
Unluckily it’s less easier than expected for crimes to be on the first page in New York’s newspapers…

A low budget, weird movie with an interesting story. I didn’t like so much the ending, but I enjoyed the rest of the film.

(Also yes, I hate people using phones while watching movies at the cinema too.)


P.s. you read right on the poster: not only random acts of violence, but even a random Kirsten Dunst appearance.

MOVIE: “The Grand Budapest Hotel” – Wes Anderson (2014)

MOVIE: “The Grand Budapest Hotel” – Wes Anderson (2014)

Last night I went to the cinema to watch “The Grand Budapest Hotel” with Stevie, so in the original language version. I don’t want to write so much as a review, since I read a lot about this movie and for sure better than what I’d write myself.
I only say this: after a 12 hours travel and a giant kebab, Stevie not only didn’t fall asleep, but we laughed and had fun for all the time of the movie. (Just so you know: it’s not I torture my boyfriend taking him directly to the cinema as he arrives from a long travel, but this was the only available play of the movie in original language in my city, and as you can guess we don’t have so many occasions of going out on a date at the cinema 😉 ).

The movie tells the adventures of Gustave H. and Zero Moustafa, concierge and lobby boy of the famous and rich Grand Budapest Hotel, after the first one is accused of killing a rich old woman and stealing a painting even if he didn’t do it; it’s a funny and enjoyable film, full of interesting and particular characters who move in the middle of an incredible story (sometimes similar to a fable) that teaches us, ironicly, that “[…] there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it.” 😉

A fact I didn’t know and I found only today reading about the movie: it’s inspired by the work of Stefan Zweig, austrian writer, and to his autobiographical book “The World of Yesterday“.


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The Strand – Derry/Londonderry


The Strand bar seen from The Ice Wharf – Pen and watercolours

My sketchbook, together with this blog, is like my personal room when I feel lost or I don’t know what to do, where to go or how the future will be. It’s very good when, randomly, I look at the pages and I find my drawings or my notes and it’s like I am back in the past, at that exact moment I drew or wrote about.
Yesterday, as I was looking at my sketchbook, I found this drawing I never published. It’s “The Strand” bar seen from a table of the “Ice Wharf”, in Derry/Londonderry – Northern Ireland. As it’s written on the page, it was the 8th of January 2014 and we spent the night (well, what was left of it after Sandinos) at the Travel Lodge right beside the Ice Wharf. At 12 we had to leave the room, so we went at the bar to have something to eat; I had a wonderful (and very cheap!) Ulster Fry for breakfast/lunch and then we waited some time for our train. That’s when I did this drawing of the bar in front. We even lost the train that day and Stevie, who is very precise on times, was pretty annoyed at it, and it made me laugh as usual (I live constantly in late). 😀

I love Derry, it’s always great to go there ♥

MOVIE: “Enter the void” – Gaspar Noé (2009)

MOVIE: “Enter the void” – Gaspar Noé (2009)

A young, foreigner drug dealer in Tokyo is killed by police during a job. He leaves in the city his little sister, who he worked to take in Japan to live together, and a bunch of few other people, who he follows after his death.
A weird movie, in which we see the first part from a long subjective shot, then we fly with the soul of Oscar around Tokyo to follow the happenings in the life of those who remained, how his death changed them, going occasionally back to his and Linda’s (his sister) difficult past. It’s the soul that tells us the story, that still shows memories, feelings, powerlessness: and it’s all still so human.
Tokyo has never been so dark and confusing: we see it almost always by night and as under the effect of drugs, as the events of the main characters are falling down one after another, from betrayal to sex work, from death to being hunted by police. The first image we have of it, is a luminous sign with written “Enter”, which is in front of Oscar’s room, then the walk on drugs to the “Void”, club where a friend of Oscar is waiting for drugs…and he is not alone.
This is not a soft movie: it’s a hard story, where no one seems to be who he is, that teaches us that the “bad” people sometimes are not the real bad, and that not all good stories have happy endings.


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Doodling again: Ciagula


My sister liked my own doodle a lot, so I made one for her too. As the other one: black and white pens, watercolours, coloured pencils, felt tips on my sketchbook.

Another doodle: 1st of May


The 1st of May in Italy is the workers’ holiday: all around the cities there are workers parades and no one should be working in that day. As a friend wrote, this year, because of the crisis, half people of our age were working and the other half complaining for having no job. I add that probably a lot of those who were working that day are not payed enough or at all. I think this is the symbol of the society we are living in at the moment and of the problems of our generation.

By the way: I am one of the lucky ones that has a job and the 1st of May was *almost* free, so I went to the beautiful event a club I often go organized. There was live music, my ex boyfriend cooked his awesome boar and we had my sister’s wonderful tart, there were all day fava beans and salame and drinks and a lot of people and, most of all, friends. That’s my doodle thinking of the day. Black and white pens, watercolours, coloured pencils, as usual on my sketchbook.

The beautiful story of my new tattoo

Some weeks ago I got a new tattoo. It’s a simple triskell on my shoulder, nothing too big or important, still a very nice one.

Qualche settimana fa ho fatto un nuovo tatuaggio. E’ un semplice triscele sulla spalla, niente di così grosso o importante, ma comunque molto carino.


But I think the nicest part is why and how I got it: it was my little sister’s gift to me and my brother for last Christmas. She thought it was cool to have all three of us the same tattoo subject so that we were in a manner linked for all our lives. The triskell symbol was perfect, because it has three parts, as the three of us. Also it takes together both our origins: we are half ligurian (so celtic origins) and half sicilian (the symbol of Sicily is a triskell). We took appointment in the same afternoon so to do even something all together (thing that happens rarely).

Credo però la parte più bella sia perché e come l’ho fatto: è stato il regalo che mia sorella ha fatto a me e mio fratello per lo scorso Natale. Ha pensato fosse bello che tutti e tre avessimo lo stesso soggetto tatuato, così che in qualche modo fossimo collegati per tutta la vita. Il simbolo del triscele è perfetto poiché è composto da tre parti, come noi tre. In più unisce entrambe le nostre origini: siamo per metà liguri (quindi origini celtiche) e per metà siciliani (il simbolo della Sicilia è un triscele). Abbiamo preso appuntamento nello stesso pomeriggio in modo che fosse un’occasione per fare qualcosa insieme (cosa che accade raramente).

Since, even if we grew up together, we are very different people, we decided to chose the version on the symbol we liked most personally, and this is what came out:

Visto che, pur essendo cresciuti assieme, siamo persone molto diverse, abbiamo deciso di scegliere la versione del simbolo che più ci piaceva personalmente, e questo è il risultato:


The first one is my sister’s, under the ear; the second is my brother’s, on the back of the neck; the last one is mine, on the shoulder.

Il primo è quello di mia sorella, sotto l’orecchio; il secondo è quello di mio fratello, sul retro del collo; l’ultimo è il mio, sulla spalla.

It was definitely one of the best gifts I received in my life, and everyone that listened to the story, from the tattoo artist to friends and family, loved the idea. Thank you, sister! ♥

E’ stato decisamente uno dei regali migliori che io abbia ricevuto nella mia vita, e tutti coloro che hanno ascoltato la storia, dal tatuatore ad amici e familiari, si sono innamorati dell’idea. Grazie a mia sorella! ♥

DOCUMENTARIES: “Crazy Love” (2007), “The Woodmans” (2010), “Following Sean” (2005), “Sons of Perdition” (2010) and “Cropsey” (2009)

When Stephen gave me an account on Netflix all mine, I thought I was not going anymore out of the house because of watching movies. I never thought, instead, I was starting to watch so many documentaries.
Here there are the last five I watched.

1. “Crazy Love” – D. Klores, F. Stephens (2007)

crazylove2007 The true (love?) story between Burt Pugach and Linda Riss. Imagine a very rich man with a normal life that one day sees a woman and falls in love with her so much to decide to have her at any cost. This story has some incredible parts: what makes a woman blinded (literally, with acid) by her former lover return back to him? Is it true love that feeling that makes you ruin your loved one life if you can’t have her? Burt Pugach spent 14 years in prison for what he did to Linda Riss, just to come out and ask her to finally marry him. And she said yes. Mental or not, for sure they had a very good sense of humour since at the end of the documentary they even ironize on their love story.
Linda Pugach died last year, and when I read the news I wondered how Burt Pugach is living without his love/obsession. There will be a creepy “happy ending” and he will follow her soon? Or, to kill my romantic idea, he will just marry another woman? Are them the proof that true love exists and it can last forever?

“[…] to be an obsessional means to find oneself caught in a mechanism, in a trap increasingly demanding and endless.” – Jacques Lacan

2. “The Woodmans” – Scott Willis (2010)

The Woodmans DVD 2011 2012If there’s the need for presentations, this is a documentary about the awesome photographer Francesca Woodman and her artists family. Francesca Woodman killed herself when she was very young and already a great artist. Her photography is something that can’t let you without emotions.
This documentary presents her family, all composed from artists (Betty, George and Charles), and tries to talk with them and about them without covering their work and lives with Francesca’s big shadow made of talent and suicide. It’s clear the director tries to do it, but it’s kinda impossible. A great part of the attention is obviously on Francesca’s work and death, but it’s interesting and brave how her family tries to pass over the tragic fact and continue its life made of art.

3. “Following Sean” – Ralph Arlyck (2005)

FOLLOWING_SEANIn 1969 Ralph Arlyck was a student that was living between hippies in The Haight in San Francisco. He made a short movie about his neighbors’ four years old son, Sean, interviewing him on original topics as police, smoking marjuana, hippies ideals and life in general. Sean became at that time a symbol of the hippie generation and the short movie had a lot of success.
Arlyck decides in 90s to come back to see what happened of the little Sean and how life, society and ideal have changed.

4. “Sons of Perdition” – T. Measom, J. Merten (2010)

1296893_bigThe “sons of Perdition” are those kids and young men and women deciding to leave the FLDS Church (Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints), one of the mormon cults in USA where its adepts practice polygyny (a kind of polygamy that permits to men to have more than one wife). As they quit (or they are kicked out) the cult, they lose their family, houses and all the rest of the life they had until that moment. This documentary follows some of these kids as they try to build a new life outside their former community.
Since in last years the “prophet” (Warren Jeffs, president of FLDS Church, charged for child sexual assault and who had been even in the FBI list of 10 most wanted fugitives) decided to make more hard the rules of the cult, these people didn’t have an education, had been treated almost as slaves (males for building houses, females to take care of any other aspect when not being pregnant) waiting for their destiny of marriage to someone they can’t chose. Especially the females can be married very young (almost as children) to very old men, and they have just to make children and respect their husband. But I was shocked even from the male situation: a former member explained how as a man, if you are not doing what the prophet is saying you to do, you can lose your wives and also your children, who are going to another man, that can take even your house in some cases.
I mostly don’t judge anyone, but what this documentary showed made me feel pain for these kids as they were trying to get in contact with their parents, brothers and sisters, and going in the world without anyone left but themselves, and all this in the name of a cult.

5. “Cropsey” – B. Brancaccio, J. Zeman (2009)

Cropsey_TFFposter_02AImagine one of the urban legends that were scaring you as a kid, maybe one of the many about abandoned places near your house, where a kind of boogeyman was waiting for children to take them away. Now, as adults, we all know that those were mostly stories invented by our parents to keep us away from dangerous places or situations and actually no boogeyman was there for us. But if they were not just stories?
This is what happened to this couple of filmmakers when they found that actually their boogeyman, Cropsey, was really there in that scary, abandoned ex psychiatric hospital, waiting for children to take away.
His name was not Cropsey and he wasn’t a former patient of Willowbrook State School in Staten Island, NY, but Andre Rand (or Frank Rushan) and of that same hospital he was the custodian for a period. The documentary is about the case of Andre Rand (actually in prison) and some missing children, and it explains all the theories around this story, from Rand as a serial killer to the satanic cult trail, to his innocence.