Friday, February 17, 2006
daddy daddy oops

all art tends to be a ripoff of some other piece of art, known or unknown. even originality is borrowed.

expected the athena play to be terrible, based on reports by classmates and jan. turned out to be an okay philosophical script marred by pretty bad acting and presentation. people actually nodded off. i'm still not sure if it's because the underlying philosophy wasn't delivered well enough. in any case, the matrix / the village idea isn't too new, which brings me to my point about originality and ripoffs. for that matter, apollo blatantly ripped off chicago to great effect, in my opinion. the only thing i had against apollo was that i prefer my brain clean. aside from the tasteless trashiness, the acting was pretty good and convincing. ares was good on the whole, except for some shaky bits. i especially liked the creepy, tensed bits, because who isn't fascinated by a psycho? like the scene where the janitor is cleaning her knife and there are knives hanging behind her, and the way she handles her knife so lovingly scares the hell out of me. same goes for the scene with the schizo kid and the ensemble. daddy daddy daddy daddy oops daddy oops.. there is something about the usage of a child's game, a child's rhyme. it lends a child-like innocence that really doesn't deserve a place in such darkness. it's so focused, and creepy in its gentleness, its self-absorption, in its childish inability to understand. basically, children's rhymes out of context are freaking scary. maybe because at the back of my mind, something whispers, johnny johnny johnny johnny oops johnny johnny..

i try so hard to tell you what i think and how i feel, but the words don't come out right, and i stop seeing the point in communication, because in the end you will never see things through my eyes. i've got a new theory. anything that can be held in the palm of your hand for all eternity, cannot be beautiful.

because if even the blue, blue sky is an illusion.. there is nothing on earth worth living for.

i miss resting my head against yours and knowing that you understand me.
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